Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 [Feb 2] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
SIsters, stay, we want our Dame; Call vpon her by her name, And the charme we vse to say, That shee quickly anoynt, and come away. DAME, DAME, the watch is set: Quickly come, we all are met. From the lakes, and from the fens, From the rocks, and from the dens, From the woods, and from the caues, From the church-yards, from the graues, From the dungeon, from the tree That they die on, here are wee. Comes shee not yet? Strike another heate. THe weather is fayre, the wind is good, Vp DAME, o'your horse of wood: Or else, tucke vp your gray frock, And saddle your goate, or your greene cock, And make his bridle a bottome of thrid, To rowle vp how many miles you haue rid. Quickly come away; For we, all, stay. Nor yet? Nay, then, Wee'll trie her agen. THe owle is abroad, the bat, and the toad, And so is the cat-a-mountayne, The ant, and the mole sit both in a hole, And frog peepes out o' the fountayne; The dogs, they doe bay, and the timbrels play, The spindle is now a turning; The moone it is red, and the starres are fled, But all the skie is a burning: The ditch is made, and our nayles the spade, With pictures full, of waxe, and of wooll; Their liuers I sticke, with needles quicke; There lacks but the bloud, to make vp the floud. Quickly DAME, then, bring your part in, Spurre, spurre, vpon little MARTIN, I Haue beene, all day, looking after A Rauen, feeding vpon a quarter; And, soone, as she turn'd her beake to the South, I snatch'd this morsell out of her mouth. I Haue beene gathering Wolues haires, The mad Dogges foame, and the Adders eares; The spurging of a dead mans eyes, And all since the euening starre did rise. I, Last night, lay all alone O'the ground, to heare the Mandrake grone; And pluckt him vp, though he grew full low; And, as I had done, the Cocke did crow. ANd I ha'beene choosing out this scull, From Charnell houses, that were full; From priuate Grots, and publike Pits, And frighted a Sexten out of his wits. VNder a cradle I did creepe, By day; and, when the child was asleepe, At night, I suck'd the breath; and rose, And pluck'd the nodding Nurse by the nose. I Had a dagger: what did I with that? Kill'd an infant, to haue his fat. A Piper it got, at a Church-ale, I bad him, againe blow wind i'the taile. A Murderer, yonder, was hung in chaines, The Sunne and the wind had shrunke his veines; I bit off a sinew, I clipp'd his haire, I brought off his ragges, that danc'd i'the ayre. THe Scrich-owles egges, and the feathers blacke, The bloud of the Frogge, and the bone in his backe, I haue beene getting; and made of his skin A purset, to keepe Sir CRANION in.
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SIsters, stay, we want our Dame; Call vpon her by her name, And the charme we vse to say, That shee quickly anoynt, and come away. DAME, DAME, the watch is set: Quickly come, we all are met. From the lakes, and from the fens, From the rocks, and from the dens, From the woods, and from the caues, From the church-yards, from the graues, From the dungeon, from the tree That they die on, here are wee. Comes shee not yet? Strike another heate. THe weather is fayre, the wind is good, Vp DAME, o'your horse of wood: Or else, tucke vp your gray frock, And saddle your goate, or your greene cock, And make his bridle a bottome of thrid, To rowle vp how many miles you haue rid. Quickly come away; For we, all, stay. Nor yet? Nay, then, Wee'll trie her agen. THe owle is abroad, the bat, and the toad, And so is the cat-a-mountayne, The ant, and the mole sit both in a hole, And frog peepes out o' the fountayne; The dogs, they doe bay, and the timbrels play, The spindle is now a turning; The moone it is red, and the starres are fled, But all the skie is a burning: The ditch is made, and our nayles the spade, With pictures full, of waxe, and of wooll; Their liuers I sticke, with needles quicke; There lacks but the bloud, to make vp the floud. Quickly DAME, then, bring your part in, Spurre, spurre, vpon little MARTIN, I Haue beene, all day, looking after A Rauen, feeding vpon a quarter; And, soone, as she turn'd her beake to the South, I snatch'd this morsell out of her mouth. I Haue beene gathering Wolues haires, The mad Dogges foame, and the Adders eares; The spurging of a dead mans eyes, And all since the euening starre did rise. I, Last night, lay all alone O'the ground, to heare the Mandrake grone; And pluckt him vp, though he grew full low; And, as I had done, the Cocke did crow. ANd I ha'beene choosing out this scull, From Charnell houses, that were full; From priuate Grots, and publike Pits, And frighted a Sexten out of his wits. VNder a cradle I did creepe, By day; and, when the child was asleepe, At night, I suck'd the breath; and rose, And pluck'd the nodding Nurse by the nose. I Had a dagger: what did I with that? Kill'd an infant, to haue his fat. A Piper it got, at a Church-ale, I bad him, againe blow wind i'the taile. A Murderer, yonder, was hung in chaines, The Sunne and the wind had shrunke his veines; I bit off a sinew, I clipp'd his haire, I brought off his ragges, that danc'd i'the ayre. THe Scrich-owles egges, and the feathers blacke, The bloud of the Frogge, and the bone in his backe, I haue beene getting; and made of his skin A purset, to keepe Sir CRANION in.