Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 470 words
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She with her own hand Will fill thee wine out of a golden bowl. There's Angels to conduct thee. Get to sea, Steal o'er, behold, here's one to waft thee hence, Take leave of none, tell none, thouart made, farewell. Thus to meet heaven, who would not wade through hell? To slay off this hypocrisy, 'tis time, Lest worn too long, the Fox's skin be known: In our dissembling now we must be brave, Make me a courtier come; Asses I see, In nothing but in trappings, different be From foot-cloth nags, on which gay fellows ride, Save that such gallants gallop in more pride. Away. Stow under hatches that light stuff: 'tis to be worn in Babylon. At this grove, And much about this hour, a slave well moulded, In profound, learned villainy, gave oath To meet me: Art thou come! Can thy black Art This wonder bring to pass? See, it is done. Ti●…ss. picture right. This virgin wax, Bury I will in slimy putrid ground, Where it may piece-meal rot: As this consumes, So shall she pine, and (after languor) die. These pins shall stick like daggers to her heart, And eating through her breast, turnethere to gripings Cramp-like Convulsions, shrinking up her nerves, As into this they eat. Thou art famed for even, If these thy holy labours well succeed, Statues of molten brass shall rear thy name, The Babylonian Empress shall thee honour. And (for this) each day shalt thou go in chains. Where wilt thou bury it? On this dunghill. Good: And bind it down with most effectual charms, That whosoever with unhallowed hands, Shall dare to take it hence, may rave and die. Leave me. Farewell and prosper: be blind you skies, You look on things unlawful with sore eyes. Who sets those tunes to mock us? Stay them. Peace. Peace there. No more: your music must be dumb. When those Celestial bodies that do move, Within the sacred Spheres of princes' bosoms Go out of order, 'tis as if you Regiment, Wear all in uproar: heaven should then be vexed, Me thinks such indignation should resemble, Dreadful eclipses, that portend dire plagues To nations, fall to Empires, death to Kings, To cities devastation, to the world, That universal hot calamity Of the last horror. But our royal blood, Beats in our veins like seas struggling for bounds, Aetna, burns in us: bearded Comets shoot Their vengeance through our eyes: our breath is lightning, Thunder our voice; yet, as the idle Cannon, Strikes at the Airs Invulnerable breast) Our darts are philliped back in mockery, Wanting the points to wound. Too near the heart, (Most royal Empress) these distempers fit, So please you, we'll again assail her beauty In varied shapes, and work on sutler Charms, Again loves poisoned arrows we'll let she.
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Shee with her owne hand Will fil thee wine out of a golden bowle. There's Angels to conduct thee. Get to sea, Steale o're, behold, here's one to waft thee hence, Take leaue of none, tell none, th'art made, farewell. Thus to meet heauen, who would not wade through hell? To flea off this hypocrisie, tis time, Least worne too long, the Foxes skinne be known: In our dissembling now we must be braue, Make me a courtier come; Asses I see, In nothing but in trappings, different be From foote-cloth nags, on which gay fellows ride, Saue that such gallants gallop in more pride. Away. Stow vnder hatches that light stuffe: Tis to be worne in Babylon. At this groue, And much about this howre, a slaue well moulded, In profound, learned villany, gaue oath To meet me: Art thou come! Can thy blacke Arte This wonder bring to passe? See, it is done. Tis. picture right. This virgin waxe, Burie I will in slimie putred ground, Where it may peece-meale rot: As this consumes, So shall shee pine, and (after languor) die. These pinnes shall sticke like daggers to her heart, And eating through her breast, turnethere to gripings Cramp-like Convns, g vp her nerues, As into this they eate. Thou art fam'd for euen, If these thy holy labours well succeed, Statues of molten brasse shall reare thy name, The Babylonian Empresse shall thee honour. And (for this) each day shalt thou goe in chaines. Where wilt thou burie it? On this dghill. Good: And bind it down with most effectuall charmes, That whosoeuer with vnhallowed hands, Shall dare to take it hence, may raue and die. Leaue me. Farewell and prosper: be blinde you skies, You looke on things vnlawfull with sore eies. Who sets those tunes to mock vs? Stay them. Peace. Peace there. No more: your musicke must be dombe. When those Caelestiall bodies that doe moue, Within the sacred Spheres of Princes bosomes Goe out of order, tis as if you Regiment, Weare all in vp-roare: heauen should then be vext, Me thinkes such indignation should resemble, Dreadfull eclypses, that portend dire plagues To nations, fall to Empires, death to Kings, To Citties deuastation, to the world, That vniuersall hot calamitie Of the last horror. But our royall bloud, Beates in our veines like seas strugling for bounds, Atna, burns in vs: bearded Comets shoote Their vengeance through our eyes: our breath is lightning, Thunder our voyce; yet, as the idle Cannon, Strikes at the Aires Invulnerable brest) Our darts are phillip'd backe in mockery, Wanting the poynts to wound. Too neere the heart, (Most royall Empresse) these distempers fit, So please you, weele againe assayle her bewtie In varied shapes, and worke on sutler Charmes, Again loues poysoned arrowes weele let she.