Shakespeare, William · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
What, his daughters brought him to this pass, Couldst thou save nothing, didst thou give them all? Nay he reserved a blanket, else we had been all shamed. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous air Hang fated o'er men's faults, fall on thy daughters. He hath no daughters sir. Death traitor, nothing could have subdued nature To such a lownes, but his unkind daughters, Is it the fashion that discarded fathers, Should have thus little mercy on their flesh, judicious punishment 'twas this flesh Begot those Pelicane daughters. Pilicock sat on pelicocks hill, a lo lo lo. This cold night will turn us all to fools & madmen. Take heed a''h foul fiend, obey thy parents, keep thy words justly, swear not, commit not with man's sworn spouse, set not thy sweet heart on proud array, Toms a cold, What hast thou been? A Servingman, proud in heart and mind, that curled my hair, wore gloves in my cap, served the lust of my mistress heart, and did the act of darkness with her, swore as many oaths as I spoke words, and broke them in the sweet face of heaven, one that slept in the contriving of lust, and waked to do it, wine loved I deeply, dice dearly, and in woman out paromord the Turk, false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand, Hog in sloth, Fox in stealth, Wolf in greediness,, Dog in madness, Lion in prey, let not the creeking of shoes, nor the rustlings of silks betray thy poor heart to women keep thy foot out of brothel, thy hand out of placket, thy pen from lender's book, and defy the soul fiend, still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind, hay no on nigh, Dolphin my boy, my boy, caese let him troth by. Why thou wert better in thy grave, then to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies, is man no more, but this consider him well, thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume, her's three on's are so phisticated, thou art the thing itself, vnaccomodated man, is no more but such a poor bare forked Animal as thou art, off off you lend, come on Prithee Nuncle be content, this is a naughty night to swim in, now a little fire in a wild field, were like an old lechers heart, a small spark, all the rest in body cold, look here comes a walking fire. This is the foul fiend fliber degibek, he begins at curphew, and walks till the first cock, he gives the web, & the pin, squemes the eye, and makes the hare lip, mildews the white wheat, and hurts the poor creature of earth, swithald footed thrice the old, he met the night mare and her nine fold bid her, O light and her troth plight and arint thee, witch arint thee.
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What, his daughters brought him to this passe, Couldst thou saue nothing, didst thou giue them all? Nay he reseru'd a blanket, else we had beene all sham'd. Now all the plagues that in the pendulous ayre Hang fated ore mens faults, fall on thy daughters. He hath no daughters sir. Death traytor, nothing could haue subdued nature To such a lownes, but his vnkind daughters, Is it the fashion that discarded fathers, Should haue thus little mercy on their flesh, Iudicious punishment twas this flesh Begot those Pelicane daughters. Pilicock sate on pelicocks hill, a lo lo lo. This cold night will turne vs all to fooles & madmen. Take heede at'h foule fiend, obay thy parents, keep thy words iustly, sweare not, commit not with mans sworne spouse, set not thy sweet heart on proud array, Toms a cold, What hast thou beene? A Seruingman, proud in heart and mind, that curld my haire, wore gloues in my cap, serued the lust of my mistris heart, and did the act of darkenes with her, swore as many oaths as I spake words, and broke them in the sweet face of heauen, one that slept in the contriuing of lust, and wakt to doe it, wine loued I deeply, dice deerely, and in woman out paromord the Turke, false of heart, light of eare, bloudie of hand, Hog in sloth, Fox in stealth, VVoolfe in greedines,, Dog in madnes, Lyon in pray, let not the creeking of shooes, nor the ruslngs of silkes betray thy poore heart to women keepe thy foote out of brothell, thy hand out of placket, thy pen from lenders booke, and defie the soule fiend, still through the hathorne blowes the cold wind, hay no on ny, Dolphin my boy, my boy, caese let him trot by. Why thou wert better in thy graue, then to answere with thy vncouered bodie this extremitie of the skies, is man no more, but this cōsider him well, thou owest the worme no silke, the beast no hide, the sheepe no wooll, the cat no perfume, her's three ons are so phisticated, thou art the thing it selfe, vnaccomodated man, is no more but such a poore bare forked Animall as thou art, off off you lendings, come on Prithe Nunckle be content, this is a naughty night to swim in, now a little fire in a wild field, were like an old leachers heart, a small sparke, all the rest in bodie cold, looke here comes a walking fire. This is the foule fiend fliber degibek, hee begins at curphew, and walks till the first cocke, he giues the web, & the pin, squemes the eye, and makes the hare lip, mildewes the white wheate, and hurts the poore creature of earth, swithald footed thrice the old, he met the night mare and her nine fold bid her, O light and her troth plight and arint thee, witch arint thee.