Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 478 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
What's the proper passion of metals? Malleation. What's your ultimum supplicium auri? Antimonium. This's heathen Greeke, 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 egge-shels, 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 Greeke 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 Greeke, to you? What are you, sir? Please you, a servant of the exiled Brethren, That deal with widows, and with orphans goods; And make it a just account, unto the Saints: A Deacon. O, you are sent from master 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? Because We then are to deal justly, and give (in truth) Their utomost value. " 'Slid, you'd cousin, else, And, if their parents were not of the faithful? I will not trust you, now I think on't, Till I ha' talked with your Pastor. Ha' you brought money To buy more coals? No, surely. No? How so? The Brethren bid me say unto you, sir. Surely, they will not venture any more, Till they may see. projection. How! You've had, For the instruments, as bricks, and lome, and glasses, Already thirty pound; and, for materials, They say, some ninety more: And, they have heard, since, That oe, at Heidelberg, made it, of an egg, And a small paper of pin-dust. What's your name? My name is ANANIAS. Out, the varlet That cozened the Apostles! Hence, away, Flee Mischief; had your holy Consistory No name to send me, of another sound; Then wicked ANANIAS? Send your Elders, Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly. And gi'me satisfaction; or outgoes The fire: and down th'alembekesalembics, and the furnace. Piger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch, Both Sericon, and Bufo, shall be lost, Tell 'em. All hope of rooting out the Bishops, Or th' Antichristian Hierarchy shall perish, If they stay threescore minutes. The Aqueitie, Terrestie, and Sulphureitie Shall run together again, an all be annulled Thou wicked ANANIAS. This will fetch 'em, And make 'em haste towards their gulling more. A man must deal like a rough nurse, and fright Those, that are froward, to an appetite.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What's the proper paſſion of mettalls? Malleation. What's your vltimum ſupplicium auri? Antimonium. This's heathen Greeke, 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 doe you ſublime him? With the calce of egge-ſhels, White marble, talck. Your magiſterium, now? What's that? Shifting, ſir, your elements, Drie into cold, cold into moiſt, moiſt into hot, hot into drie. This's heathen Greeke to you, ſtill? Your lapis 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 exil'd Brethren, That deale with widdowes, and with orphanes goods; And make it a iuſt account, vnto the Saints: A Deacon. O, you are ſent from maſter WHOLSOME, Your teacher? From TRIBVLATION WHOLSOME, Our very zealous Paſtor. Good. I haue Some orphanes goods to come here. Of what kind, ſir? Pewter, and braſſe, andirons, and kitchin ware, Mettalls, that we muſt vſe our med'cine on: Wherein the Brethren may haue a penn'orth. For readie money. Were the orphanes parents Sincere profeſſors? Why do you aske? Becauſe We then are to deale iuſtly, and giue (in truth) Their vtomoſt valew. "Slid, you'ld coſſen, elſe, And, if their parents were not of the faithfull? I will not truſt you, now I thinke on't, Till I ha' talk'd with your Pastor. Ha' you brought money To buy more coales? No, ſurely. No? How ſo? The Brethren bid me ſay vnto you, ſir. Surely, they will not venter any more, Till they may ſee >proiection. How! Yo'haue had, For the inſtruments, as bricks, and lome, and glaſſes, Alreadie thirtie pound; and, for materialls, They ſay, ſome ninetie more: And, they haue heard, ſince, That oe, at Heidelberg, made it, of an egge, And a ſmall paper of pin-duſt. What's your name? My name is ANANIAS. Out, the varlet That coſſend the Apostles! Hence, away, Flee Miſchiefe; had your holy Conſiſtorie No name to ſend me, of another ſound; Then wicked ANANIAS? Send your Elders, Hither, to make atonement for you, quickly. And gi'me ſatisfaction; or out-goes The fire: and downe th'alembekes, and the fornace. Piger Henricus, or what not. Thou wretch, Both Sericon, and Bufo, ſhall be loſt, Tell 'hem. All hope of rooting out the Biſhops, Or th' Antichriſtian Hierarchie ſhall periſh, If they ſtay threeſcore minutes. The Aqueitie, Terrestie, and Sulphureitie Shall runne together againe, an all be annull'd Thou wicked ANANIAS. This will fetch 'hem, And make 'hem haſt towards their gulling more. A man muſt deale like a rough nurſe, and fright Thoſe, that are froward, to an appetite.