The Gentleman Usher (Vincentio and Margaret) · chunk 7 of 42
Chapman, George · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) or Children of Paul’s (second) unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Gave valorous example, and like fire, Hunted the monster close, and charged so fierce, That he enforced him (as our sense conceived) To leap for soil into a crystal spring, Where on the sudden strangely vanishing, nymph-like for him, out of the waves arose Your sacred figure like Diana armed, And (as in purpose of the beast's revenge) discharged an arrow through his highness breast, Whence yet no wound or any blood appeared: With which, the angry shadow left the light: And this Enchanter with his power of spirits, broke from a cave, scattering enchanted sounds, That struck us senseless, while in these strange bands, These cruel spirits thus enchained his arms, And led him captive to your heavenly eyes, Th'intent whereof on their report relies. Bright Nymph, that Boar figured your cruelty, Chared by love, defended by your beauty. This amorous Huntsman here, we thus enthralled, As the attendants on your grace's charms, And brought him hither by your bounteous hands. To be released, or live in endless bands. Daughter, release the Duke: alas my Liege. What meant your Highness to endure this wrong? Enlarge him Niece, come dame, it must be so. What Madam, shall I arrogate so much? His highness pleasure is to grace you so. Perform it then sweet love, it is a deed Worthy the office of your honoured hand. Too worthy I confess my Lord for me, If it were serious: but it is in sport, And women are fit Actors for such pageants. Thanks gracious love; why made you strange of this? I rest no less your captive then before, For me untying, you have tied me more. Thanks Strozza for your speech, no thanks to you. No, thank your son my Lord. 'twas very well, Exceeding well performed on every part, How say you Bassiolo? Rare I protest my Lord. O, my Lord Medice became it rarely, methought I liked his manly being out; It becomes Noblemen to do nothing well. Now then will't please your Grace to grace our house, And still vouchsafe our service further honour. Lead us my Lord, we will your daughter lead. You do not lead, but drag her leaden steps. How did you like my speech? O fie upon't, your Rhetoric was too fine. Nothing at all: I hope saint George's sign was gross enough: But (to be serious) as these warnings pass, Watch you your father, I'll watch Medice, That in your love-suit, we may shun suspect: To which end, with your next occasion, urge Your love to name the person she will choose, By whose means you may safely write or meet. That's our chief business: and see, here she comes. My Lord, I only come to say, you're welcome, And so must say, farewell. One word I pray. What's that? You needs must presently devise, What person trusted chiefly with your guard, You think is aptest for me to corrupt, In making him a mean for our safe meeting?
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Gaue valorous exmple, and like fire, Hunted the monster close, and chargde so fierce, That he inforc'd him (as our sence conc'd) To leape for soile into a cristall spring, Where on the suddaine strangely vanishing, Nimph-like for him, out of the waues arose Your sacred figure like Diana armde, And (as in purpose of the beasts reuenge) Dischargde an arrow through his Highnesse breast▪ Whence yet no wound or any blood appearde▪ With which, the angry shadow left the light: And this Enchanter with his power of spirits, Brake from a caue, scattering enchanted sounds, That strooke vs sencelesse, while in these strange bands, These cruell spirits thus inchainde his armes, And led him captiue to your heauenly eyes▪ Th'intent whereof on their report relies. Bright Nimph, that Boare figur'd your ueltie, Chared by loue, defended by your beautie. This amorous Huntsman heere, we thus inthral'd, As the attendants on your Graces charmes, And brought him hither by your boous hands. To be releast, or liue in endlesse bands. Daughter, release the Duke: alas my Liege. hat meant your Highnesse to indure this wrong? Enlarge him Neece, come dame, it must be so▪ What Madam, shall I arrogate so much? His Highnesse pleasure is to grace you so. Performe it then sweete loue, it is a deede Worthy the office of your honor'd hand. Too worhie I confesse my Lord for me, If it were serious: but it is in sport, And women are fit Actors for such pageants. Thanks gracious loue; why made you strange of this? I rest no lesse your captiue then before, For me vntying, you haue tied me more. Thanks Strozza for your speech, no thanks to you. No, thanke your onne my Lord. T'was very well, Exceeding well performed on euery part, How say you Bassalo? Rare I protest my Lord. O, my Lord Medice became it rarely, Me thought I likde his manlie being out; It becomes Noblemen to do nothing well. Now then wil't please your Grace to grace our house, And still vouchsafe our seruice further honour. Leade vs my Lord, we will your daughter leade. You do not leade, but drag her leaden steps. How did you like my speech? O fie vpon't, your Rheoricke was too fine. Nothing at all: I hope saint Georges signe was grosse enough: But (to be serious) as these warnings passe, Watch you your father, Ile watch , That in your loue-suit, we may shun suspect: To which end, with your next occasion, vrge Your loue to name the person she will choose, By whose meanes you may safely write or meete. Thats our cheefe businesse: and see, heere she comes. My Lord, I onely come to say, y'are welcome▪ And so must say, farewell. One word I pray. Whats that? You needes must presently deuise, What person trusted chiefely with your guard, You thinke is aptest for me to corrupt, In making him a meane for our safe meeting?