Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
One that put me into pitiful fear, master Justiniano here hath laid lurking like a sheep-biter, and in my knowledge hath drawn these gentlewomen to this misfortune: but I'll down to Queen-hive, and the Watermen which were wont to carry you to Lambeth Marsh, shall carry me thither: It may be I may come before them; I think I shall pray more, what for sear of the water, and for my good success than I did this twelvemonth. Have you perfumed this Chamber? Yes my Lord. The banquet? It stands ready. Go, let music Charm with her excellent voice an awful silence Through all this building, that her sphery soul May (on the wings of Air) in thousand forms Invisibly fly, yet be enjoyed. Away. Does my Lord mean to Conjure that he draws this strange Characters. He does: but we shall see neither the Spirit that rises, nor the Circle it rises in. 'twould make our hair stand up an end if we should, come fools come, meddle not with his matters, Lords may do any thing. This night shall my desires be amply Crowned, And all those powers, that taste of man in us, Shall now aspire that point of happiness, Beyond which, sensual eyes never look, (sweet pleasure!) Delicious pleasure? Earth's Supremest good, The spring of blood, though it dry up our blood. Rob me of that, (though to be drunk with pleasure, As rank excess even in best things is bad; Turns man into a beast) yet that being gone, A horse and this (the goodliest shape) all one. We feed: wear rich attires: and strive to cleave The stars with Marble Towers, fight battles: Spend Our blood to buy us names: and in Iron hold Will we eat roots, to imprison fugitive gold: But to do thus, what Spell can us excite, This the strong Magic of our appetite: To feast which richly, life itself undoes, who'd not die thus? to see, and then to choose Why even those that starve in Voluntary wants, And to advance the mind, keep the flesh poor, The world Enjoying them, they not the world, Would they do this, but that they are proud to suck A sweetness from such sourness; let 'em so, The torrent of my appetite shall flow With happier stream. A woman! Oh, the Spirit And extract of Creation! This, this night, The Sun shall envy. What cold checks our blood? Her body is the Chariot of my soul, Her eyes my Body's light, which if I want, Life wants, or if possess, I undo her; Turn her into a devil, whom I adore, By scorching her with the hot steam of lust, 'tis but a minute's pleasure: and the sin Scarce acted is repented. Shun it then: O he that can Abstain, is more than man! Tush. Resolvest thou to do ill: be not precise Who writes of Virtue best, are slaves to vice, The music sounds all arum to my blood, What's bad I follow, yet I see what's good.
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One that put me into pittifull feare, master Istiniano here hath laied lurking like a sheep-biter, and in my knowledge hath drawne these gentlewomen to this misfortune: but Ile downe to Queene-hiue, and the Watermen which were wont to carrie you to Lambeth Marsh, shall carry mee thither: It may bee I may come before them; I thinke I shal pray more, what for seare of the water, and for my good successe then I did this tweluemonth. Haue you perfum'd this Chamber? Yes my Lord. The banquet? It stands ready. Go, let musicke Charme with her excellent voice an awfull scilence Through al this building, that her sphaery soule May (on the wings of Ayre) in thousand formes Inuisibly flie, yet be inioy'd. Away. Does my Lorde meane to Coniure that hee drawes this strange Characters. He does: but we shal see neither the Spirit that rises, nor the Circle it rises in. Twould make our haire stand vp an end if wee shoulde, come fooles come, meddle not with his matters, Lords may do any thing. This night shal my desires be amply Crownd, And al those powers, that tast of man in vs, Shall now aspire that point of happines, Beyond which, sensual eies neuer looke, (sweet pleasure!) Delicious pleasure? Earths Supreamest good, The spring of blood, tho it dry vp our blood. Rob me of that, (tho to be drunke with pleasure, As ranke excesse euen in best things is bad; Turnes man into a beast) yet that being gone, A horse and this (the goodliest shape) al one. We feed: weare rich attires: and striue to cleaue The stars with Marble Towers, fight battailes: Spend Our blood to buy vs names: and in Iron hold Will we eate roots, to imprison fugitiue gold: But to do thus, what Spell can vs excite, This the strong Magick of our appetite: To feast which richly, life it selfe vndoes, Whoo'd not die thus? to see, and then to choose Why euen those that starue in Voluntary wants, And to aduance the mind, keepe the flesh poore, The world Inioying them, they not the world, Wud they do this, but that they are proud to sucke A sweetnes from such sowrenes; let em so, The torrent of my appetite shall flow With happier streame. A woman! Oh, the Spirit And extract of Creation! This, this night, The Sun shal enuy. What cold checks our blood? Her bodie is the Chariot of my soule, Her eies my bodies light, which if I want, Life wants, or if possesse, I vndo her; Turne her into a diuel, whom I adore, By scorching her with the hot steeme of lust, Tis but a minutes pleasure: and the sinne Scarce acted is repented. Shun it than: O he that can Absaine, is more than man! Tush. Resolu'st thou to do ill: be not precize Who writes of Vertue best, are slaues to vize, The musicke sounds all arum to my blood, Whats bad I follow, yet I see whats good.