Udall, Nicholas · published 1562 · first performed or written 1537 [Oct 12-24] (Annals) comedy unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Can be able me to withstand Or me to overthrow But Mulciber, yet I must the desire To make me briggen irons for mine arms And then I will love the as mine own sire For without them, I can not be safe from all harms Those once had, I will not set a straw by all the world, for than I will by awe Have all my mind, or else by the holy rood I will make them think, the devil carrieth them to the wood if no man will with me battle take A voyage to hell quickly I will make. And there I will beat the devil and his dame And bring the souls away, I fully intend the same After that in hell I have ruffled so Sreyghte to old purgatory will I go I will clean that so purge round about That we shall need no pardons to help them out if I have not fight enough this ways I will climb to heaven and fet away Peter's keys I will keep them myself, and let in a great rout What should such a fisher keep good fellows out Have here Thersites briggen irons bright and fear thou no man manly to fight Though he be stronger than Hercules or Samson Be thou priest and bold to set him upon Nother Amazon nor xerxes with their hole rabble the to assail shall find it profitable I warrant the they will flee fro thy face as doth an Hare from the dogs in a chase Would not thy black and rusty grim beard Now thou art so armed, make any man afeard Surely if Iupiter did see the in this gear He would run away and hide him for fear He would think that Typheous the giant were alive And his brother Enceladus, again with him to strive If that Mars of battle the god stout and bold In this array should chance the to behold He would yield up his sword unto the And god of battle (he would say) thou shouldest be Now far thou well go the world through And seek adventurus thou art man good enough. Mulciber, while the stars shall shine in the sky And Phaeton's horses with the sons charet shall fly While the morning shall go before none And cause the darkennesse to vanish away soon While that the cat shall love well milk And while that women shallove to go in silk While beggars have lice And cockneys are nice While pardoners can lie Merchants can by And children cry While all these last and more Which I keep in store I do me faithfully bind Thy kindness to bear in mind but yet Mulciber one thing I ask more Haste thou ever a sword now in store? I would have such a one that would cut stones And pair a great oak down at once That were a sword lo, even for the nonce.
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Can be able me to withstande Or me to ouerthrowe But Mulciber, yet I must the desyre To make me briggen yrons for myne armes And then I will loue the as mine owne syre For withoute them, I can not be safe frome all harmes Those once had, I will not sette a strawe by all the worlde, for then I wyll by awe Haue all my mynde, or elles by the holye roode I wyl make them thinke, the deuyll caryeth them to the wood yf no man wyll with me battayle take A vyage to hell quickely I wyll make. And there I wyll bete the deuyll and his dame And bringe the soules awaye, I fullye entende the same After that in hell I haue ruffled so Sreyghte to olde purgatorye wyll I go I wyll cleane that so purge rounde aboute That we shall nede no pardons to helpe them oute yf I haue not fyghte ynoughe this wayes I wyll clymbe to heauen and fet awaye Peters kayes I wyll kepe them my selfe, and let in a great route What shoulde suche a fysher kepe good felowes out ¶ Haue here Thersites briggen yrons bright and feare thou no man manly to fyghte Thoughe he be stronger then Hercules or Sampson Be thou prest and bolde to set him vpon Nother Amazon nor xerxes with their hole rable the to assayle shall fynde it profytable I warrante the they wyll fle fro thy face as doth an Hare from the dogges in a chase Would not thy blacke and rustye grym berde Nowe thou art so armed, make anye man aferde Surely if Iupiter dyd see the in this gere He woulde renne awaye and hyde hym for feare He wold thinke that Typhoeus the gyaunt were aliue And his brother Enceladus, agayn with him to striue If that Mars of battell the god stoute and bold In this aray shoulde chaunce the to beholde He would yelde vp his sworde vnto the And god of battayle (he would say) thou shouldest be Now fare thou wel go the world through And seke aduenturus thou arte man good ynough. ¶ Mulciber, whyle the starres shal shyne in the sky And Phaetons horses with the sonnes charret shall fly Whyle the mornynge shall go before none And cause the darkennesse to vanysshe away soone Whyle that the cat shall loue well mylke And whyle that women shalloue to go in sylke Whyle beggers haue lyce And cockneys are nyce Whyle pardoners can lye Marchauntes can by And chyldren crye Whyle all these laste and more Whiche I kepe in store I do me faythfully bynde Thy kyndnes to beare in mynde but yet Mulciber one thinge I aske more Haste thou euer a sworde now in store? I would haue suche a one that would cut stones And pare a great oke down at once That were a sworde lo, euen for the nones.