The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 22 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
This was no barmy spirit of the bottle, It was a bloody spirit of the battle: And if I lie, call me thy Wimble-cock. A mouldy jest, well I will answer thee: I conjure thee by Negra Lucia's name, By Dol Pattenti, by the subtle shape, Of Nanna Baliker, by the cunning flights Of Vini Clerilicks with her fair sprights: By Mega Court, with Marga Marichalus, That in Turnuliball doth keep an Alehouse: By Nan Rivehomo that hot stigmatist, Now bedded with th'Italian Vitraillist, Which in the fiery Phlegitonian flames, Did work strange vitrial dildidoes for Dames, Her spirits have no power to touch this strand. Till they transported from Lambechia land, By Charon ferry-man of Black Averne, Fall Anchor at the stillyard Tavern, And by Tartarean Pluto's Ebony bowl, Why didst thou combat with thy Father's soul? Learned Magician skilled in hidden Arts, As well in prior as posterior parts, I see thou kennest the secrets of all sorts, Of sharp syrinxes and salacious sports: Veneral Buboes, Tubers Ulcerous, And Iames Defisticancker's venomous. Doubtless Don Vigo then his vigour poured Into thy brains, when he thy bottle scoured. Noble Henrilico question no further, My meditations are of blood and murder, I feasted have too long, prithee be gone. Henrico Baglioni (by this sword) I am tomorrow to perform a duel, And practising in this nights melancholy, How to dispatch it with a brave stoccado. Here I did make a proof, prithee good-night, Trouble me now no more: early tomorrow, I'll march unto the sign o'th' frying-pan, And take thee timely with thy points untrust, To drink a flagon of greek wine with thee. Goodnight my noble Rillibilbibo, Thou shalt be welcome in the darkest midnight. Now to my watchword it is quite forgot, oh Col nunolo la Pioggia: think upon it. This is mine hour appointed this the place, Here will I stand close till th'alarum call, What is't o'clock boy now? My gracious Lord, By Sisto's horologe 'tis struck eleven. A fit hour for our purpose noble brother, But hath La Bella formiana notice, Of our approach tonight. Oh doubt it not, villain put out that torch, Being disguised we will not be descried, Depart you to my lodging presently, Pain of thy life not one word that thou saw us. 'tis very dark, good brother go before, You know the streets best. Oh keep your way; you cannot lightly fall, But if you do. How then. You shallbe supported. My heart begins to throb, my soul misdoubts, I fear some treachery A che me fido, guarda me Dio, On in God's name. Give me your hand brother, fie do not faint. Caesar I can scarce go, A sudden qualm hath seized upon my spirits. Tut brother forward with alacrity, My life for yours you'll be at ease anon, 'tis a foul business let us retire, And seek some other season for our sports,
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This was no barmie spirit of the bottle, It was a bloudy spirit of the battell: And if I lye, call me thy Wimble-cock. A mouldy iest, well I will answere thee: I conire thee by Negra Luciaes name, By Dol Pattenti, by the subtill shape, Of Nanna Baliker, by the cunning fleights Of Vini Clerilicks with hir faire sprights: By Mega Court, with Marga Marichalus, That in Turnuliball doth keepe an Ale-house: By Nan Riuehomo that hote stigmatist, Now bedded wih th'Itaian Vitraillist, Wich in the fierie Phlegitonian flames, Did worke strange vitriall dildidoes for Dames, Her spirits haue no power to touch this strand. Till they transported from Lambechia land, By Charon Ferriman of Black Auerne, Fall Anchor at the Stilliard Tauerne, And by Tartarean Plutoes Heben bowle, Why didst thou combate with thy Fathers soule? Learned Magitian skild in hidden Artes, As well in prior as posterior parts, I see thou kennist the secrets of all sorts, Of sharpe sringues and salacious sports: Venerall Buboes, Tubers Vlcerous, And Iames Defisticanckers venemous. Doubtlesse Don Vigo then his vigor pour'd Into thy braines, when he thy bottle scour'd. Noble Henrilico question no further, My meditations are of bloud and murther, I easted haue too long, pree-thee be gone. Henrico Baglioni (by this sword) I am to morrow to performe a duell, And practising in this nights melancholie, How to dispatch it with a braue stoccadoe. Heere I did make a proofe, prithie good-night, Trouble me now no more: early to morrow, Ile march vnto the signe oth frying-panne, And take thee timely with thy pointes vntrust, To drinke a flagon of greeke wine with thee. Goodnight my noble Rillibilbbo, Thou shalt be welcome in the darkest midnight. Now to my watchword it is quight forgot, oh Col nunolo la Pioggia: thinke vpon it. This is mine hower appoynted this the place, Here will I stand close till tha'llatum call, What ist a clocke boy now? My gratious Lord, By Sistoes horologe tis strooke eleuen. A fit hower for our purpose noble brother, But hath La Bella formiana notie, Of our aproch to night. Oh doubt it not, villaine put out that torch, Being disguis'd we will not be discryed, Depart you to my lodging presently, Paine of thy life not one word that thou saw vs. Tis very darke, good brother goe before, You know the streets best. Oh keepe your way; you cannot lightly fall, But if you doe. How then. You shalbe supported. My heart begins to throb, my soule misdoubts, I feare some treachery A che me fido, guarda me Dio, On in Gods name. Giue me your hand brother, fie doe not faint. Caesar I can scarse goe, A suddaine qualme hath seaz'd vpon my spirits. Tut brother forward with alacritie, My life for yours youle be at ease anon, Tis a foule busines let vs retire, And seeke some other seasone for our sports,