Seneca, Lucius Annaeus / Studley, John · published 1566 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T56 Magic, spells and conjuring typicality 0.67 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
with slicing deadly knife, Can knit again their soldered parts, and so recover life. Help wakeful Dragon Argosy ● whom first magic words of mine Made Morpheus lock thy sleep lids and shut thy slurging eyen. Then having brought above the ground of serpents all the row●e, Of filthy weeds the rankest bane she picks. and gathers out, That spring on kno●tye Eryx hill where passage none is found, Among the ragged rocks, or what on Caucasus his ground Doth grow that still is clad in cote of hoary morye frost. That evermore unmelt abides, whose spattered field is soused With gibbs of blood, that spouteth from Prometheus' gaping maw, Whose guts with twitching talon out the ghastly gripe doth draw. Or any other venomous herb among the Medes that grows, that with their sheaf of arrows sharp in field do scar their foes. Or what the light held Parthian to serve her turn can send, Or else the rich Arabians, that dip their arrows end In poison strong: the juice of all Medea o●t doth wring, That underneath the frozen pole In swe●ia land doth spring. Whose noble state Hircinus' wood do the high enhance and rear. Or what the pleasant soil doth yield in prime of smiling vere, When nature bids the bird begin her shrouding nest to build, Or when the chursyshe Boreas blast sharp winter hath exiled, The trim array of branch and bough to clothe the naked tree, And every thing with bitter could of snow concealed be. In any pestilent flower on stalk of any herb doth grow, Or noisome juice doth lie in rotten writhe roots allow, Hath any force in breading bane, those takes she in her hand. Sum plagye herbs did Athos yield that mount of Thessaly land. And other Pindus' roches high and sum upon the top Of Pingeus, but tender twyggs the cruel sith did l●pp: Thes Tigris river noryshte up, that chokes his whirlpool deep With stronger stream. Danubius' those in fostering wave did keep. Those did Hidaspus minister, who by the parching zone With lukewarm silver channel runes, so rich with precious stone. And Bethis' son, who gave the name unto his country great, And with his shallow fourd against the Spanish seas doth beat This herb abode the edge of knife in danwning of the day Or Phoebus' face 'gan peep, bedecte with glittering golden spraye His slender stalk was snepped of in deep of silent night, His corn was cropped, while she with charm her poysned nails did dight. She chaps the deadly herbs, & wrings the squeezed clottered blood Of serpents out: & filthy birds of irksome miry mud: She tempers with the same and eke: She brays the heart of owl Foreshowing death with glaring eyes and moping visage foul Of shrike owl hoarse alive she takes the dirty stinking guts, All thes the framer of this feat in divers parcels puts. This hath in it devouring force of greedy spoiling flame, The frozen eysye dulling could engenders by the same. She chantes on those the magic verse, that works no lesser harm, With bustling frantickelie she stamps, and ceaseth not to charm.
nodes 1862–1960 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 30 in this edition
Length
530 words · 756 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.667 (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)
wyth slysyng deadlye knyfe, Can knyt agayne ther sodred partes, and so recouer lyfe. Helpe wakefull Dragon Argos whom firste magicke words of myne Made Morpheus locke thy sleppe liddes and shut thy slurgynge eyen. Then hauyng brought aboue the groūd of serpentes all the rowe, Of fylthy wedes the ranckest bane she pyckes. and gathers out, That spryng on knotye Eryx hyll wher passage none is founde, Among the ragged rockes, or what on Caucasus his ground Doth growe that styll is clad in cote of horye morye froste. That euermore vnmelt abydes, whose spattred fylde is soste With gbbs of blood, yt spowteth from Prometheus gapyng maw, Whose gutts with twitching talēt out the gastlye grype doth drawe. Or anye other venomous herbe amonge the Medes that growes, that with their sheafe of arrowes sharp in fylde do scar theyr foes. Or what the lyght held Parthian to serue her turne can sende, Or els the ryche Arabians, that dyp theyr arrowes end In poyson tronge: the ioyce of all Medea ot doth wrynge, That vnderneth the frosen poale In sweia land doth sprynge. Whose noble state Hircinus wood do the highe enhaunce and reare. Or what the pleaaūte soyle doth yeild in pryme of smiling vere, When nature byddes the byrd begin her shrowdyng nest to buylde, Or when the chursyshe Boreas blast sharpe winter hath exild, The trym aray of branche and bough to cloth the naked tree, And euerye thynge wyth bytter could of snowe conealed be. In any pestylent flower on stalke of anye herbe doth grow, Or noysome ioyce doth ly in rotten writhen rotes alowe, Hath anye force in breadyng bane, those takes she in her hande. Sum plagye herbes dyd Athos yeald that mount of Thessayle land. And other Pindus roches hye and sum vppon the top Of Pingeus, but tender twyggs the cruell sythe dyd lpp: Thes Tigris ryuer noryshte vp, that chokes his whyrlpoale depe With stronger streame. Danubius those in fostryng waue dyd kepe. Those dyd Hidaspus mynister, who by the parchyng zone With luke warme siluer chanel runes, so ryche wyth precyous stone. And Bethis sonne, who gaue the name vnto his contrey great, And with his shallowe fourd agaynst the Spanyshe seas doth beat This herbe abode the edge af knyfe in danwnynge of the daye Or Phebus face gan pepe, bedecte wyth glyttryng goulden spraye His slender stalke was snepped of in depe of sylent nyght, Hys corne was cropt, whyle she wyth charm her posned nailes did dight. She chops the dedlie herbes, & wrings the squesed clottered blood Of serpentes out: & fylthye byrds of irksom mirye mud: She tempers wyth the same and eake: She brayes the harte of owle Foreshewing death with glaring eyes and moapyng visage foule Of shrke oule hoarce alyue she takes the durtye stynkyng guttes, Al thes the framer of this feate in dyuers percels puttes. This hath in it deuouryng force of gredye spoylynge flame, The frosen eysye dullyng coulde engenders by the same. She chantes on those ye magicke vers, that workes no lesser harme, With bustling frātickelie she stampes, and ceaseth not to charme.