Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi typicality 0.74 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
Our royal signet, With which, we, (in a mother's holy love) Have signed so many pardons, is now counterfeit: From our mouth flow rivers of blasphemy And lies; our Babylonian Synagogues Are counted Stews, where Fornications And all uncleanness Sodomitical, (Whose leprosy touched us never) are now daily acted: Our Image, which (like Roman Caesars) stamped In gold, through the whole earth did currant pass; Is now blanched copper, or but guilded brass. Can yonder roof, that's nailed so fast with Cover a head so impious, and not crack? (stars, That Sulphur boiling o'er celestial fires, May drop in whizing flakes (with scalding vengeance) On such a horrid sin! No mortal bosom Is so unsanctified. Who is't bright Empress, That feeds so ulcerous, and so rank a Spleen? A woman. Woman! who? The Fairy Queen: (nights Five Summers have scarce drawn their glimmering Through the Moon's silver bow, since the crowned Of that adored beast, on which we ride, (heads Were struck and wounded, but so healed again, The very scars were hid. But now, a mortal, An unrecoverable blow is taken, And it must bleed to death. Heaven cannot suffer it. Heaven suffers it, and sees it, and gives aim, Whilst even our Empire's heart is cleft in sunder: That strumpet, that enchantress, (who, in robes White as is innocence, and with an eye Able to tempt stern murder to her bed) Calls herself Truth, has stolen fair Truth's attire, Her crown, her sweet songs, counterfeits her voice, And by prestigious tricks in sorcery, Has razed a base impostor like Truth's father: This subtle Courtesan sets up again, Whom we but late banished, to live in caves, In rocks and desert mountains. Fear her not, she's but a shadow. O 'tis a cunning Spider, And in her nets so wraps the Fairy Queen, That she sucks even her breast: Sh'as writ a book, Which she calls holy Spells. we'll break those spells. The poles of heaven must first in sunder break, For from the Fairy shores this Witch hath driven All such as are like these (our Sooth-Saiers) And called false Seers home, that of things past, Sing wonders, and divine of things to come: Through whose bewitching tongues run golden chains, To which ten thousand ears so fast are bound, As spirits are by spells; that all the Tones Of harmony, that Babylon can sound, Are charms to Adders, and no more regarded, Than are by him that's deaf, the sick man's groans She, they, Titania, and her Fairy Lords, Yea even her vassal elves, in public scorn Defame me, call me Whore of Babylon. O unheard of profanation! Give out I am common: that for lust, and hire I prostitute this body: that to Kings I quaff full bowls of strong enchanting wines, To make them dote on me.
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Our royall signet, With which, we, (in a mothers holy loue) Haue sign'd so many pardons, is now counterfeit: From our mouth flow riuers of blasphemy And lies; our Babylonian Sinagogues Are counted Stewes, where Fornications And all vncleannesse Sodomiticall, (Whose leprosy touch'd vs neuer) are now daily acted: Our Image, which (like Romane Caesars) stamp'd In gold, through the whole earth did currant passe; Is now blanch'd copper, or but guilded brasse. Can yonder roofe, thats naild so fast with Couer a head so impious, and not cracke? (starres, That Sulphure boyling o're celestiall fires, May drop in whizing flakes (with skalding vēgeāce) On such a horrid sinne! No mortall bosome Is so vnsanctified. Who i'st bright Empresse, That feeds so vlcerous, and so ranke a Spleene? A woman. VVoman! who? The Fairie Queene: (nights Fiue Summers haue scarce drawn their glimmering Through the Moons siluer bowe, since the crownd Of that adored beast, on which we ride, (heads VVere strucke and wounded, but so heal'd againe, The very scarres were hid. But now, a mortall, An vnrecouerable blovv is taken, And it must bleed to death. Heauen cannot suffer it. Heauen suffers it, and sees it, and giues ayme, Whilst euen our Empires heart is cleft in sunder: That strumpet, that inchantresse, (who, in robes White as is innocence, and with an eye Able to tempt stearne murther to her bed) Calles her selfe Truth, has stolne faire Truths attire, Her crowne, her sweet songs, counterfets her voyce, And by prestigious tricks in sorcerie, Ha's raiz'd a base impostor like Truths father: This subtile Curtizan sets vp againe, Whom we but late banisht, to liue in caues, In rockes and desart mountaines. Feare her not, shee's but a shadow. O t'is a cunning Spider, And in her nets so wraps the Fairie Queene, That shee suckes euen her breast: Sh'as writ a booke, Which shee calles holy Spels. Weele breake those spels. The poles of heauen must first in sunder breake, For from the Fairie shores this Witch hath driuen All such as are like these (our Sooth-Saiers) And cal'd false Seers home, that of things past, Sing wonders, and diuine of things to come: Through whose bewitching tongues runne golden chaines, To which ten thousand eares so fast are bound, As spirits are by spells; that all the Tones Of harmony, that Babylon can sound, Are charmes to Adders, and no more regarded, Than are by him that's deafe, the sicke mans groanes Shee, they, Titania, and her Fairie Lords, Yea euen her vassaile elues, in publike scorne Defame me, call me Whore of Babylon. O vnheard of prophanation! Giue out I am common: that for lust, and hire I prostitute this body: that to Kings I quaffe full bowles of strong enchanting wines, To make them dote on me.