Fletcher, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1609] (Annals) pastoral; tragicomedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T56 Magic, spells and conjuring typicality 0.86 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Honest swain, First let me thank you, then return again As much of my love: no thou art too cold Unhappy boy, not tempered to my mould, Thy blood falls heavy downward, 'tis not fear To offend in boldness wins, they never wear deserved favours that deny to take When they are offered freely: do I wake To see a man of his youth, years and feature, And such a one as we call goodly creature, Thus backward? what a world of precious Art, Were merely lost, to make him do his part? But I will shake him off, that dares not hold, Let men that hope to be beloved be bold, Daphnis I do desire since we are met So happily, our lives and fortunes set, Upon one stake to give assurance now, By interchange of hands and holy vow, Never to break again: walk you that way, Whilst I in zealous meditation stray A little this way when we both have ended These rights and duties by the woods befriended, And secrecy of night, retire and find An aged oak whose hollowness may bind Us both within his body, thither go: It stands within yond bottom Be it so And I will meet there never more with thee, Thou idle shamefastness, Cloe! 'tis he. That dare I hope be bolder. Cloe. now Great Pan for Syrinx's sake bid speed our plow. From thy forehead thus I take These herbs, and charge thee not awake, Till in yonder holy well, Thrice with powerful magic spell, Filled with many a baleful word, Thou hast been dipped, thus with my cord Of blasted hemp, by moonlight twined, I do thy sleepy body bind, I turn thy head into the East, And thy feet into the West, Thy left arm to the South put forth, And thy right unto the North: I take thy body from the ground, In this deep and deadly sound: And into this holy spring, I let thee slide down by my string: Take this maid thou holy pit To thy bottom, nearer yet, In thy water pure and sweet, By thy leave I dip her feet: Thus I let her lower yet, That her ankles may be wet: Yet down lower, let her knee In thy waters washed be, There stop: Fly away Every thing that loves the day, Truth that hath but one face, Thus I charm thee from this place. Snakes that cast your coats for new, Chameleons, that alter hue, Hares that yearly sex's change, Proteus altering oft and strange, Hecate with shapes three, Let this maiden changed be, With this holy water wet, To the shape of Amoret: Cinthia work thou with my charm, Thus I draw thee free from harm, Up out of this blessed lake, Rise both like her and awake. Speak shepherd, am I Amoret to sight? Or hast thou missed in any magic right? For want of which any defect in me, May make our practises discovered be?
nodes 996–1071 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 40 in this edition
Length
499 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.861 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T45 · seed 44: T51 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Honest swaine, First let me thanke you, then returne againe As much of my loue: no thou art too cold Vnhappy boy, not temperd to my mold, Thy blood fals heauy downeward, tis not feare To offend in boldnesse wins, they neuer weare deserued fauours that deny to take When they are offred freely: do I wake To see a man of his youth, yeares and feature, And such a one as we call goodly creature, Thus backeward? what a world of precious Art, Were meerely lost, to make him do his part? But I will shake him off, that dares not hold, Let men that hope to be beloud be bold, Daphnis I do desire since we are met So happily, our liues and fortunes set, Vppon one stake to giue assurance now, By interchange of hands and holy vow, Neuer to breake againe: walke you that way, Whilst I in zealous meditation tray A little this way when wee both haue ended These rights and dueties by the woods befriended, And secresie of night, retire and finde An aged oake whose hollownes may binde Vs both within his bodie, thither goe: It stands within yon bottom Be it so And I will meete there neuer more with thee, Thou idle shamefastnesse, Cloe! Tis hee. That dare I hope be bolder. Cloe. now Great Pan for Sirinx sake bid speed our plow. From thy forehead thus I take These hearbs, and charge thee not awake, Till in yonder holy well, Thrice with powerfull magicke spell, Fild with many a balefull word, Thou hast bene dipt, thus with my cord Of blasted hempe, by moone-light twinde, I do thy sleepy body binde, I turne thy head into the East, And thy feete into the West, Thy left arme to the South put forth, And thy right vnto the North: I take thy body from the ground, In this deepe and deadly sound: And into this holy spring, I let thee slide downe by my string: Take this maide thou holy pit To thy bottom, neerer yet, In thy water pure and sweete, By thy leaue I dip her feete: Thus I let her lower yet, That her anckles may be wet: Yet downe lower, let her knee In thy waters washed bee, There stop: Fly away Euery thing that loues the day, Truth that hath but one face, Thus I charme thee from this place. Snakes that cast your coates for new, Camelions, that alter hue, Hares that yearely sexes change, Proteus altring oft and strange, Haecatae with shapes three, Let this maiden changed be, With this holy water wet, To the shape of Amoret: Cinthia worke thou with my charme, Thus I draw thee free from harme, Vp out of this blessed lake, Rise both like her and awake. Speake shepheard, am I Amoret to sight? Or hast thou mist in any magicke right? For want of which any defect in me, May make our practises discouered be?