The Two Merry Milkmaids, or The Best Words Wear the Garland · chunk 2 of 54
Cumber, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1619 [1619-1620] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 450 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
For what thou daring Mortal? what wilt thou do with Asmody, now thou hast brought him hither? I do command thee that thou help me to the invisible Ring. Ho, ho, ho, Thou foolish Thing without Art, and less Wit, Dost think it doth require no more but so? It is thy Master's Masterpiece to do it, And thou dost call for nothing but thy Ruin. Thou art now in my power, and I can tear thee As small as Atomies, and throw thee off Like dust before a wind: yet for I know thou art Pupil unto my Master, and his Minion, And mayst hereafter with a word release me, Here unconstrained, I vow myself thy servant, And will (acquaint me with thy purposes) Effect them to the utmost of my power. Dost thou not this in subtlety, to draw me out of my Circle, and then ruin me? I dare as well run on the fiery Sword that wounds Malantha, Thama, or Sitrami. I do believe thee: Then be gone; yet stay, a word more: Thinks thou my Tutor; if I should conceal this Act of mine from him, that he would know it? I think not: for he hath given me liberty these five days. Thanks Asmody: now leave me. I am gone. I will get leave of him to return back unto my Father's house, where I will live, if Asmody can do it, invisible. Not far off is a Damsel whom I love, But never yet durst tell her, nor did know it So feelingly, as now I am removed. 'tis almost day I wished, though not for fear, For love has made me a bold Conjurer. And thou wert bold indeed: but youth is des- Respects not dangers, howsoe'r they looke. (perat; I came myself unto this Art with trembling, And when I first had raised a Spirit up, My flesh methought ran like my blood about me, And I sat bathed in a cold faint swear. But he was far from raising any Spirit: He ran 'em so disordered, that no Devil, Though he had heard him, would have known his name. But it was my device, seeing him grow To extreme Melancholy and Discontent, To let him view these scattered papers thus, That I might sound his grief, knowing how apt And covetous youth is of every knowledge, If he might learn it with a little babbling: But this is not an Art so to be gained. I'll follow him, attending still upon him, As if I were the Spirit he guesses me: And if there shall be cause, I'll play my part So well, that men shall praise the Magic Art.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
For what thou daring Mortall? what wut thou doe with Asmody, now thou hast brought him hither? I doe commaund thee that thou helpe me to the inuisible Ring. Ho, ho, ho, Thou foolish Thing without Art, and lesse Wit, Do'st thinke it doth require no more but so? It is thy Masters Master-piece to doe it, And thou do'st call for nothing but thy Ruine. Thou art now in my power, and I can teare thee As small as Atomies, and throw thee off Like dust before a wind: yet for I know thou art Pupill vnto my Master, and his Minion, And mayst hereafter with a word release me, Here vncoustrayn'd, I vow my selfe thy seruant, And will (acquaint me with thy purposes) Effect them to the vtmost of my power. Do'st thou not this in subtiltie, to draw me out of my Circle, and then ruine me? I dare as well runne on the sierie Sword that wounds Malantha, Thama, or Sitrami. I doe beleeue thee: Then be gone; yet stay, a word more: Thinks thou my Tutor; if I should conceale this Act of mine from him, that he would know it? I thinke not: for hee hath giuen mee libertie these fiue dayes. Thanks Asmody: now leaue me. I am gone. I will get leaue of him to returne back vnto my Fathers house, where I will liue, if Asmody can doe it, inuisible. Not farre off is a Damsell whom I loue, But neuer yet durst tell her, nor did know it So feelingly, as now I am remou'd. Tis almost day I wisht, though not for feare, For loue ha's made me a bold Coniurer. And thou wert bold indeed: but youth is des- Respects not dangers, howsoe'r they looke. (perat; I came my selfe vnto this Art with trembling, And when I first had rays'd a Spirit vp, My flesh me thought ran like my bloud about me, And I sat bathed in a cold faint swear. But he was farre from raysing any Spirit: He ran'hem so disorder'd, that no Deuill, Though he had heard him, wud haue knowne his name. But it was my deuice, seeing him grow To extreme Melancholy and Discontent, To let him view these scatt'red papers thus, That I might sound his griefe, knowing how apt And couetous youth is of euery knowledge, If he might learne it with a little babbling: But this is not an Art so to be gain'd. Ile follow him, attending still vpon him, As if I were the Spirit he guesses me: And if there shall be cause, Ile play my part So well, that men shall prayse the Magick Art.