Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Is't certain? Certain. Then let my earnestness Entreat your skill a favour. It shall, but first I'll tell you what you mean to ask me. Strange! Antonio dead that promised you his daughter, Your business is t'entreat me raise his ghost, And force it stay at home till't have performed The promise past, and so return to rest. That, that, youhave hit it most divine Albumazar. 'Tis a hard thing; for de prevatione ad habitum non datur regressus. O what a business what a master piece 'Tis to raise up his Ghost, whose body's eaten By fish. This work desires a Planetary intelligence Of Iupiter and Sol, and these great Spirits, Are proud, fantastical: It asks much charges, T'entice them from the guiding of their Spheres To wait on mortals. So I may have my purpose, spare for no cost. Sir, spare your purse, we'll do't an easier way. The work shall cost you nothing. We have an Art is called prestigiatory, That deals with spirits, and intelligences Of meaner office and condition, Whose service craves small charges: with one of these I'll change some servant, or good friend of yours To th'perfect shape of this Antonio: So like in face, behaviour, speech, and action, That all the Town shall swear Antonio lives. Most Necromantical ginger, Do this, and take me for your servant ever. And for your pains, after the transformation This chain is yours, it cost two hundred pound Beside the jewel. After the work is finished, then— how now? What lines are these that look sanguineous? As if the Stars conjured to do you mischief? How? mean you me? They're dusky marks of Saturn. It seems some stone shall fall upon your head, Threatening a fracture of the pericranium. Cricca come hither, fetch me my staff again, threescore and ten's returned: A general Palsy Shakes out the love of Flavia with a fear. Is there no remedy? Nothing but patience. The Planet threatens so, whose prey you are. The Stars and Planets daily war together. For should they stand at truce but one half hour This wondrous Machine of the world would ruin. Who can withstand their powerful influence? You with your wisdom, good Albumazar. Indeed th'Aegyptian Ptolemy the wise, Pronounced it as an Oracle of truth; Sapiens dominabitur astris. Who's above there? Ronca bring down the cap Made in the point of Mercury being ascendent: Here put it on, and in your hand this Image, Framed on a Tuesday when the fierce God of war Mounted th'horizon in the sign of Aries. With these walk as unwounded as Achilles, Dipped by his mother Thetis. You bind me to your service. Next get the man you purpose to transform And meet me here. I will not fail to find you. meanwhile with scioferical instrument, By way of Azimuth and Almicantarath I'll seek some happy point in heaven for you. I rest your servant, sir.
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Is't certaine? Certaine. Then let my earnestnes Intreate your skill a fauour. It shall, but first I'le tell you what you meane to aske me. Strange! Antonio dead that promis'd you his daughter, Your businesse is t'entreate mee raise his ghost, And force it stay at home til't haue perform'd The promise past, and so returne to rest. That, that, y'haue hit it most diuine Albumazar. 'Tis a hard thing; for de preuatione ad habitū non datur regressus. O what a businesse what a maister peece 'Tis to raise vp his Ghost, whose bodie's eaten By fish. This work desires a Planetary intelligence Of Iupiter and Sol, and these great Spirits, Are proud, phantasticall: It ask's much charges, T'entice them from the guiding of their Spheares To waite on mortals. So I may haue my purpose, spare for no cost. Sir, spare your purse, wee'l do't an easier way. The worke shall cost you nothing. We haue an Art is cal'd Prastigiatory, That deales with spirits, and intelligences Of meaner office and condition, Whose seruice craue's small charges: with one of these I'le change some seruant, or good friend of yours To th'perfect shape of this Antonio: So like in face, behauiour, speech, and action, That all the Towne shall sweare Antonio liues. Most Necromanticall Astrologer, Do this, and take mee for your seruant euer. And for your paines, after the transformation This chaine is your's, it cost two hundred pound Beside the iewell. After the work is finish't, then—how now? What lines are these that looke sanguineous? As if the Starres coniur'd to do you mischiefe? How? meane you mee? They'r dusky marks of Saturne. It seemes some stone shall fall vpon your head, Threatning a fracture of the Pericrantum. Cricca come hither, fetch me my staffe againe, Three-score and ten's return'd: A generall Palsie Shakes out the loue of Flauia with a feare. Is there no remedy? Nothing but patience. The Planet threatens so, whose prey you are. The Starres and Planets daily warre together. For should they stand at truce but one halfe houre This wondrous Machin of the world would ruin. Who can withstand their powrefull influence? You with your wisedome, good Albumazar. Indeed th'Aegyptian Ptolamee the wise, Pronounst it as an Oracle of truth; Sapiens dominabitur astris. Who's aboue there? Ronca bring downe the cap Made in the point of Mercury being ascendent: Here put it on, and in your hand this Image, Fram'd on a Tuesday when the fierce God of warre Mounted th'horizon in the signe of Aries. With these walke as vnwounded as Achilles, Dip't by his mother Thetis. You bind mee to your seruice. Next get the man you purpose to transforme And meete mee heere. I will not faile to finde you. Meane while with Sciofericall instrument, By way of Azimuth and Almicantarath I'le seeke some happy point in heauen for you. I rest your seruant, sir.