The Brazen Age (The Age of Brass) · chunk 21 of 40
Heywood, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1611 [1610-1611] (Annals) classical legend or myth · Queen Anne's Men T56 Magic, spells and conjuring typicality 0.83 · 558 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
I long to see this Colchian Lady clad In Hymen's stateliest robes, whom the glad Matrons, Bright Ladies, and Imperial Queens of Greece Shall welcome and applaud, and with rich gifts Present, for saving of their sons and kinsmen From these infernal monsters: As for Iason If you Medea shall despise his love, He craves no other life then to die so, Since life without you is but torturing pain, And death to men distressed is double gain. That tongue more than Medea's spells enchants, And not a word, but like our exorcisms And power of charms prevails, Oh lone! thy Majesty Is greater than the triple Hecate's, Bewitching Circe's, or these hidden skills, Ascribed unto th'infernal Proserpine. I that by incantations can remove Hills from their sits, and make huge mountains shake, Darken the Sun at noon, call from their graves Ghosts long since dead, that can command the earth, And affright heaven, no spell at all can find To bondage love, or free a captive mind. Love Iason then, and by thy Divine aid, Give me such power, that I may tug unscorched Amidst the flames with these thy fiery fiends, That I unvenomed may these viper's teeth Cast from my hand, through Morpheus leaden charms, Over that wakeful snake that guards the Fleece, For which live Iasons happy Bride in Greece. A match, what herbs or spells, what Magic can Command in heaven, earth, or in hell below, What either air, or sea can minister, To guard thy person, all these helps I'll gather To girdle thee with safety. Be thou then For ever Iasons, and through Greece renowned In whom our Heroes have such safety found, Our bargain thus I seal. Which I'll make good With Colchos fall, and with my father's blood. Prince Iason, all the Heroes at the banquet Inquire for you, twice hath my father Oetes Made search for you; Oh sister! No word you saw us two in conference. Do you take me to be a woman, to tell all I see, And blab all I know, I that am in hope one day to Lie with a woman, will once lie for a woman, Sister, I saw you not. Remember; come Prince, will you lead the way? I have parted you that never parted fray Come sir will you follow. The night grows on, and now to my black Arts, Goddess of witchcraft and dark ceremony, To whom the elves of Hills, of Brooks, of Groves, Of standing lakes, and caverns vaulted deep Are ministers; three-headed Hecate Lend me thy Chariot drawn with winged snakes, For I this night must progress through the Air. What simples grow in Tempe of Thessaly, Mount Pindus, Otheris, Ossa, Appidane, Olimpus, Caucas. or high Teneriff. I must select to finish this great work, Thence must I fly unto Amphrisus' Fords, Aud gather plants by the swift Sperchius streames, Where rushy Bebes, and Anthedon flow, Where herbs of bitter juice and strong scent grow; These must I with the hairs of Mandrake's use, Temper with Poppy-seeds and Hemlock juice: With Aconitum that in Tartar springs, With Cypress, Ewe, and Vervin, and these mix With Incantations, Spells, and Exorcisms Of wondrous power and virtue; oh thou night, Mother of dark Arts hide me in thy vail, Whilst I those banks search, and these mountains scale.
nodes 1357–1430 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 40 in this edition
Length
558 words · 784 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.825 (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)
I long to see this Colchian Lady clad In Hymens stateliest roabes, whom the glad Matrones, Bright Ldies, and Imperiall Queenes of Greece Shall welcome and applaud, and with rich gifts Present, for sauing of their sonnes and kinsmen From these infernall monsters: As for Iason If you Medea shall despise his loue, He craues no other life then to die so, Since life without you is but torturing paine, And death to men distrest is double gaine. That tongue more then Medeaes spels inchants, And not a word, but like our exoreismes And power of charmes preuailes, Oh lone! thy Maiesty Is greater then the triple Hecates, Bewitching Circes, or these hidden skils, Ascrib'd vnto th'infernall Proserpine. I that by incantations can remoue Hils from their syts, and make huge mountaines shake, Darken the Sunne at noone, call from their graues Ghosts long since dead, that can command the earth, And affright heauen, no spell at all can find To bondage loue, or free a captiue minde. Loue Iason then, and by thy Diuine aide, Giue me such power, that I may tug vnscorcht Amidst the flames with these thy fiery fiends, That I vnuenom'd may these Vipers teeth Cast from my hand, through Morpheus leaden charmes, Ouer that wakefull snake that guards the Fleece, For which liue Iasons happy Bride in Greece. A match, what hearbs or spels, what Magicke can Command in heauen, earth, or in hell below, What either aire, or sea can minister, To guard thy person, all these helps I'le gather To girdle thee with safty. Be thou then For euer Iasons, and through Greece renown'd In whom our Heroes haue such safety found, Our bargaine thus I seale. Which I'le make good With Colchos fall, and with my fathers bloud. Prince Iason, all the Heroes at the banquet Inquire for you, twice hath my father Oetes Made search for you; Oh sister! No word you saw vs two in conference. Do you take me to be a woman, to tell all I see, And blab all I know, I that am in hope one day to Lie with a woman, will once lie for a woman, Sister, I saw you not. Remember; come Prince, will you leade the way? I haue parted you that neuer parted fray Come sir will you follow. The night growes on, and now to my black Arts, Goddesse of witchcraft and darke ceremony, To whom the elues of Hils, of Brookes, of Groues, Of standing lakes, and cauernes vaulted deepe Are ministers; three-headed Hecate Lend me thy Chariot drawne with winged snakes, For I this night must progresse through the Aire. What simples grow in Tempe of Thessaly, Mount Pindus, Otheris, Ossa, Appida, Olimpus, Caucas. or high Teneriff. I must select to finish this great worke, Thence must I flye vnto Amphrisus Foords, Aud gather plants by the swift Sperchius streames, Where rushy Bebes, and Anthedon flow, Where hearbes of bitter iuice and strong sent grow; These must I with the haires of Mandrakes vse, Temper with Poppy-seeds and Hlocke iuice: With Aconitum that in Tartar springs, With Cypresse, E, and Veruin, and these mix With Incantations, Spels, and Of wonderous power and vertue; oh thou night, Mother of darke Arts hide mee in thy vaile, Whilst I those banks search, and these mountaines skale.