Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher · published 1604 · first performed or written 1592 [1592-1593] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T56 Magic, spells and conjuring typicality 0.75 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
What will be, shall be? Divinity, adieu, These metaphysics of Magicians, And necromantic books are heavenly Lines, circles, scenes, letters and characters: ay, these are those that Faustus most desires. O what a world of profit and delight, Of power, of honour, of omnipotence Is promised to the studious Artisan? All things that move between the quiet poles shallbe at my command. emperors and Kings, Are but obeyed in their several provinces: Nor can they raise the wind, or rend the clouds: But his dominion that exceeds in this, Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man. A sound Magician is a mighty god: Here Faustus try thy brains to gain a deity. Wagner, commend me to my dearest friends, The German Valdes, and Cornelius, Request them earnestly to visit me. I will sir. Their conference will be a greater help to me, than all my labours, plod I near so fast. O Faustus, lay that damned book aside, And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soul, And heap Gods heavy wrath upon thy head, Read, read the scriptures, that is blasphemy. Go forward Faustus in that famous art, Wherein all nature's treasury is contained: Be thou on earth as Ioue is in the sky, Lord and commander of these Elements. How am I glutted with conceit of this? Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the Ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates: I'll have them read me strange philosophy, And tell the secrets of all foreign kings, I'll have them wall all Iermany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wertenberg, I'll have them fill the public schools with skill. Wherewith the students shallbe bravely clad: I'll levy soldiers with the coin they bring, And chase the Prince of Parma from our land, And reign sole king of all our provinces: Yea stranger engines for the brunt of war, Then was the fiery keel at Antwerps bridge, I'll make my servile spirits to invent: Come German Valdes and Cornelius, And make me blessed with your sage conference, Valdes, sweet Valdes, and Cornelius, Know that your words have won me at the last, To practise Magic and concealed arts: Yet not your words only, but mine own fantasy, That will receive no object for my head, But ruminates on negromatic skill, Philosophy is odious and obscure, Both Law and Physic are for petty wit, Divinity is basest of the three, Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible and wild, 'tis Magic, Magic that hath ravished me, Then gentle friends aid me in this attempt, And I that have with Consissylogismes Gravelled the Pastors of the German Church, And made the flowering pride of Wertenberg Swarm to my Problems as the infernal spirits On sweet Musaeus when he came to hell, Will be as cunning as Agrippa was, Whose shadows made all Europe honour him.
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Length
509 words · 695 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.754 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T45 · seed 44: T51 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What wil be, shall be? Diuinitie, adieu, These Metaphisickes of Magicias, And Negromantike bookes are heauenly Lines, circles, sceanes, letters and characters: I, these are those that Faustus most dsires. O what a world of profit and delight, Of power, of honor, of omnipotence Is promised to the studious Artizan? All things that mooue betweene the quiet poles Shalbe at my commaun. Emperours and Kings, Are but obeyd in their seurall prouinces: Nor can they rais the winde, or end the cloudes: But his dominion that excéedes in this, Stretcheth as farre as doth the minde of man. A sound Magician is a mighty god: Héere Fastus trie thy braines to gaine a deitie. Wagner, commend me to my deerest friends, The Germaine Valde, and Corneliu, Request them earnestly to visite me. I wil sir. Their conference will be a greater help to me, Thn all my labours, plodde I nere so fast. O Faustus, lay that damned booke aside, And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soule, And heape Gods heauy wrath vpon thy head, Reade, reade the scriptures, that is blasphemy. Go forward Faustus in that famous art, Wherein all natures treasury is containd: Be thou on earth as Ioue is in the skie, Lord and commaunder of these Elements. How am I glutted with conceit of this? Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolue me of all ambiguities, Performe what dsperate enterprise I will? Ile haue them flye to India for gold, Ransacke the Ocean for orient pearle, And search all corners of the new found world For pleasant fruites and princely delicates: Ile haue them reade mée straunge philosophie, And tell the secrets of all forraine kings, Ile haue them wall all Iermany with brasse, And make swift Rhine circle faire Wertenberge, Ile haue them fill the publike schooles with skill. Wherewith the students shalbe brauely clad: Ile leuy souldiers with the coyne they bring, And chase the Prince of Parma from our land, And raigne sole king of all our prouinces: Yea stranger engines for the brunt of warre, Then was the fiery kéele at Antwarpes bridge, Ile make my seruile spirits to inuent: Come Germaine Valdes and Cornelius, And make me blest with your sage conference, Vldes, swéete Valdes, and Cornelius, Know that your words haue woon me at the last, To practise Magicke and concealed arts: Yet not your words onely, but mine owne fantasie, That will receiue no obiect for my head, But ruminates on Negremantique skill, Philosophy is odious and obscure, Both Law and Phiscke are for pettie wit, Diuinitie is basest of the thrée, Unpleasant, harsh, contemptible and vilde, Tis Magicke, Magicke that hath rauisht mée, Then gentle friends ayde me in this attempt, And I that haue with Consissylogismes Graueld the Pastors of the Germaine Church, And made the flowring pride of Wertenberge Swarme to my Problemes as the infernall spirits On swéet Musaeus when he came to hell, Will be as cunning as Agrippa was, Whose shadowes made all Europe honor him.