Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
God's so! 'tis he, he said he would send. What call you him? The sanctified Elder, that should deal For Mammon's, Iack, and Andirons! Let him in. Stay, help me of, first, with my gown. Away Madam, to your withdrawing Chamber. Now, In a new tune, new gesture, but old language. This fellow is sent, from one negotiates with me About the stone, too; for the holy Brethren Of Amstredam; the exiled Saints: that hope To raise their discipline, by it. I must use him In some strange fashion, now, to make him admire me. WHere is my Drudge? Sir. Take away the Recipient, And rectify your Menstrue, from the Phlegma. Then pour it,' o the Sol, in the Cucurbite, And let'hem macerate, together. Yes, Sir. And save the ground? No. Terra damnata Must not have entrance, in the work. Who are you? A faithful Brother, if it please you. What's that? A Lullianist? a Ripley? Filius artis? Can you sublime, and dulcify, calcine? Know you the sapor pontic? sapor stipstick? Or, what is Homogene, or Heterogene? I understand no Heathen language, truly. Heathen, you Knipper-doling? Is Arssacra, Or Chrysopoeia, or Spagirica, Or the Pamphysic, or Panarchic knowledge, A Heathen language? Heathen Greek, I take it. How? Heathen Greek? All's Heathen, but the Hebrew. S'rah, my Varlet, stand you forth, and speak to him Like a Philosopher: Answer, i'the language. Name the vexations, and the Martyrizations Of Metals, in the work. Sir, Putrefaction, Solution, Ablution, Sublimation, Cohobation, Calcination, Ceration, and Fixation. This is Heathen Greek, to you, now? And when comes Vivification? After Mortification. What's Cohobation? 'Tis the pouring on Your Aqua Regis, and then drawing him off, To the trine circle of the seven spheres. What's the proper passion of Metals? Malleation. What's your Vltimum supplicium auri? Antimonium. This's Heathen Greek, to you? And, what's your Mercury? A very Fugitive, he will be gone, Sir. How know you him? By his viscosity, His oleositie, and his suscitabilitie. How do you sublime him? With the calce of eggshells, White Marble, Talc. Your Magisterium, now? What's that? Shifting, Sir, your elements, Dry into cold, cold into moist, moist in- To hot, hot into dry. This's Heathen Greek to you, still? Your Lapis Philosophicus? 'Tis a Stone, and not A Stone, a spirit, a soul, and a body; Which, if you do dissolve, it is dissolved, If you coagulate, it is coagulated, If you make it to fly, it flieth. Enough. This's Heathen Greek, to you? What are you Sir. Please you, a Servant of the exiled Brethren, That deal with Widows, and with Orphans goods; And make a just account, unto the Saints: A Deacon. O, you are sent from Mr. Wholesome, Your Teacher? From Tribulation Wholesome, Our very zealous Pastor. Good. I have Some Orphans goods to come here. Of what kind, Sir? Pewter, and Brass, Andirons, and Kitchen ware, Metals, that we must use our medicine on: Wherein the Brethren may have a pennyworth. For ready money. Were the Orphans Parents Sincere professors? Why do you ask?
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Gods so! 'tis he, he said he would send. What call you him? The sanctified Elder, that should deale For Mammons, Iack, and Andirons! Let him in. Stay, help me of, first, with my gowne. Away Ma-dame, to your withdrawing Chamber. Now, In a new tune, new gesture, but old language. This fellow is sent, from one negotiates with me About the stone, too; for the holy Brethren Of Amstredam; the exil'd Saints: that hope To raise their discipline, by it. I must vse him In some strange fashion, now, to make him admire me. VVHere is my Drudge? Sir. Take away the Recipient, And rectifie your Menstrue, from the Phlegma. Then poure it, 'o the Sol, in the Cucurbite, And let'hem macerate, together. Yes, Sir. And saue the ground? No. Terra damnata Must not haue entrance, in the worke. Who are you? A faithfull Brother, if it please you. What's that? A Lullianist? a Ripley? Filius artis? Can you sublime, and dulcefie, calcine? Know you the sapor pontick? sapor stipstick? Or, what is Homogene, or Heterogene? I vnderstand no Heathen language, truely. Heathen, you Knipper-doling? Is Arssacra, Or Chrysopoeia, or Spagirica, Or the Pamphysick, or Panarchick knowledge, A Heathen language? Heathen Greeke, I take it. How? Heathen Greeke? All's Heathen, but the Hebrew. S'rah, my Varlet, stand you forth, and speake to him Like a Philosopher: Answere, 'the language. Name the vexations, and the Martyrizations Of Mettalls, in the Worke. Sir, Putrefaction, Solution, Ablution, Sublimation, Cohobation, Calcination, Ceration, and Fixation. This is Heathen Greeke, to you, now? And when comes Viuification? After Mortification. What's Cohobation? 'Tis the powring on Your Aqua Rgis, and then drawing him off, To the trine circle of the seuen spheares. What's the proper passion of Mettalls? Malleation. What's your Vltimum supplicium auri? Antimonium. This's Heathen Greek, to you? And, what's your Mercury? A very Fugitiue, he will be gone, Sir. How know you him? By his viscositie, His oleositie, and his suscitabilitie. How do you sublime him? With the calce of Egge-shels, White Marble, Talck. Your Magisterium, now? What's that? Shifting, Sir, your elements, Dry into cold, cold into moyst, moist in- To hot, hot into dry. This's Heathen Greeke to you, still? Your Lpis Philosophicus? 'Tis a Stone, and not A Stone, a spirit, a soule, and a body; Which, if you doe dissolue, it is dissolu'd, If you coagulate, it is coagulated, If you make it to flye, it flyeth. Inough. This's Heathen Greeke, to you? What are you Sir. Please you, a Seruant of the exilde Brethren, That deale with Widdowes, and with Orphanes goods; And make a iust account, vnto the Saints: A Deacon. O, you are sent from Mr. Wholsome, Your Teacher? From Tribulation Wholsome, Our very zealous Pastor. Good. I haue Some Orphanes goods to come here. Of what kind, Sir? Peuter, and Brasse, Andirons, and Kitchin ware, Mettalls, that we must vse our med'cine on: Wherein the Brethren may haue a penn'orth. For ready money. Were the Orphanes Parents Sincere professors? Why doe you aske?