The Wonder of Women, or Sophonisba · chunk 20 of 26
Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
The ill voiced Raven, and still chattering Pie: Send out ungrateful sound, and loathsome filth, Where statues and Ioues acts were vively limned Boys with black coals, draw the veiled parts of nature, And lecherous actions of imagined lust, Where tombs and beauteous urns of well dead men. Stood in assured rest, the shepherd now, Unloads his belly: Corruption most abhorred Mingling itself with their renowned ashees, ourself quakes at it. There once a Charnel house, now a vast cave, Over whose brow a pale and untrod grove Throws out her heavy shade, the mouth thick arms Of darksome Ewe, (Sun proof) for ever choke Within rests barren darkness, fruitless drew Pines in eternal Night: The steam of Hell Yields not so lazy air: there that's my cell From thence a charm which Ioue dare not here twice Shall force her to thy bed: but Syphax know Love is the highest rebel to our art. Therefore I charge thee by the fear of all Which thou knowest dreadful, or more, by ourself; As with swift haste she passeth to thy bed, And easy to thy wishes yields: speak not one word, Nor dare as thou dost fear thy loss of joys T'admit one light, one light, As to my Fates I yield my guidance. Then when I shall force The air to music and the shades of night To form sweet sounds: make proud thy raised delight. Mean time behold I go a charm to rear Whose potent sound will force ourself to fear. Whither is Syphax heaved? at length shall's joy Hope's more desired than Heaven? Sweet labouring Earth Let Heaven be unformed with mighty charms, Let Sophonisba only fill these arms. Joan we'll not envy thee: bloods appetite Is Syphax God: My wisdom is my sense, Without a man I hold no excellence. Give me long breath young beds and sickless ease For we hold firm that's lawful which doth please Hark, hark, now rise infernal tones The deep fetched groans Of labouring spirits that attend Erichtho. Erichtho. Now crack the trembling earth and send Shrieks that portend Affrightment to the Gods which hear Erichtho. Erichtho Hark hark, now softer melody strikes mute Disquiet nature: O thou power of sound How thou dost melt me. Hark, now even Heaven Gives up his soul amongst us: Now's the time When greedy expectation strains mine eyes For their loved object: now Erichtho willed Prepare my appetite for loves strict gripes O you dear founts of pleasure Blood and Beauty Raise active Venus' worth fruition Of such provoking sweetness. Hark: she comes, Now nuptial Hymen's enforced Spirits sing Hark, (Syphax) hark: Now Hell and Heaven rings With Music spigh of Phoebus: Peace: she comes: Fury of bloods impatient: Erichtho 'bove thunder sit; to thee egregious soul Let all flesh bend. Sophonisba thy flame But equal mine, and we'll joy such delight That Gods shall not admire, but even spite. Ha, ha, ha, Light, light, Ha, ha,
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The ill voic'de Rauen, and still chattering Pie: Send out vngratefull sound, and loathsome filth, Where statues and Ioues acts were viuely lim'd Boyes with blacke coales, draw the vaild parts of nature, And leacherous actions of imaginde lust, Where tombes and beauteous vrns of well dead men. Stoode in assured rest, the shepheard now, Vnloads his belly: Corruption most abhord Mingling it selfe with their renowned ashees, Our selfe quakes at it. There once a Charnel house, now a vast caue, Ouer whose brow a pale and vnt rod groue Throwes out her heauy shade, the mouth thick armes Of darksom Ewe, (Sun proofe) for euer choake Within rests barren darknesse, fruitlesse drough Pines in eternal Night: The steame of Hell Yeeldes not so lasie ayre: there that's my cell From thence a charme which Ioue dare not here twic Shall force her to thy bed: but Syphax know Loue is the highest rebell to our art. Therfore I charge thee by the feare of all Which thou knowest dreadfull, or more, by our selfe▪ As with swift hast she passeth to thy bed, And easie to thy wishes yeelds: speake not one word▪ Nor dare as▪ thou dost feare thy losse of joyes T'admit one light, one light, As to my Fate I yeeld my guidance. Then when I shall force The ayre to musicke and the shads of night To forme sweete sounds: make proud thy rais'd delight. Meane time behold I go a charme to reare Whose potent sound will force our selfe to feare. Whither is Syphax heau'd? at length shalls joy Hopes more desired then Heauen? Sweet laboring Earth Let Heauen be vnform'd with mighty charmes, Let Sophonisba only fill these armes. Ione weele not enuie thee: Blouds appetite Is Syphax God: My wisedome is my sense, Without a man I hold no excellence. Giue me long breath yong beds and sicklesse ease For we hold firme thats lawfull which doeth please Harke, harke, now rise jnfernall tones The depe fetch'd grones Of laboring spirits that attend Erichtho. Erichtho. Now cracke the trembling earth and send Shreekes that portend Affrightment to the Gods which heare Erichtho. Erichtho Harke harke, now softer melody strikes mute Disquiet nature: O thou power of sound How thou dost melt me. Harke, now euen Heauen Giues vp his soule amongst vs: Now's the time When gready expectation strains mine eyes For their lou'd object: now Erichtho will'd Prepare my appetite for loues strict gripes O you dear founts of pleasure Bloud and Beauty Rayse actiue venus worth fruition Of such prouoking sweetnesse. Harke: shee coms▪ Now nuptiall Hymes inforced Spirits sing Harke, (Syphax) harke: Now Hell and Heauen ringes With Musique spigh of Phoebus: Peace: Shee coms: Fury of blouds impatient: Erichtho Boue thunder sit; to thee egregious soule Let all flesh bend. Sophonisba thy flame But equall mine, and weele ioy such delight That Gods shall not admire, but euen spight. Ha, ha, ha, Light, light, Ha, ha,