Anonymous / Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1621 · first performed or written 1617 [1613-1621] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T56 Magic, spells and conjuring typicality 0.88 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Hell and furies aid me, That I may have power to avert the plagues That pressed upon me. Two days' journey sayest thou, We will set forth to meet her, in the mean time See all things be prepared to entertain her: Nay let me haud your companies, there's a Forest In the midway shall yield us hunting sport, To ease our travail, I'll not have a brow But shall we are mirth upon it, therefore clear them, We'll wash away all sorrow in glad feasts, And the war we mean to men, we'll make on beasts. Oh that I had the Magic to transform you Into the shape of such, that your own hounds Might tear you piecemeal; are you so stupid? No word of comfort? Have I fed you mothers From my excess of moisture, with such cost, And can you yield no other retribution, But to devour your maker, pandar, sponge, empoisoner, all grown barren? You yourself That are our mover, and for whom alone We live, have failed yourself in giving way To the reconcilement of your sons. Which if You had prevented, or would teach us how They might again be severed, we could easily Remove all other hindrances, that stop The passage of your pleasures. And for me, If I fail in my office to provide you Fresh delicates, hang me. Oh you are dull, and find not The cause of my vexation; their reconcilement Is a mock-castle built upon the sand By children, which when I am pleased to o'erthrow, I can with ease spurn down. If so, from whence Grows your affliction? My grief comes along With the new Queen, in whose grace all my power Must suffer ship wrack: for me now, That hitherto have kept the first, to know A second place, or yield the least precedence To any others, death; to have my sleeps Less inquired after, or my rising up Saluted with less reverence, or my gates Empty of suitors; or the king's great favours To pass through any hand but mine, or he Himself to be directed by another, Would be to me: do you understand me, yet No means to prevent this. Fame gives her out To be a woman of a chastity Not to be wrought upon, and therefore Madam For me, though I have pleased you, to attempt her Were to no purpose. Tush, some other way. Faith I know none else, all my bringing up Aimed at no other learning. Give me leave, If my art fail me not, I have thought on A speeding project. What is't? but effect it, And thou shalt be my AEsculapius, Thy image shall be set up in pure gold, To which i'll fall down and worship it. The Lady is fair. Exceeding fair. And young. Some fifteen at the most. And loves the King with equal ardour. More, she dotes on him.
nodes 615–687 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 38 in this edition
Length
486 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.876 (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)
Hell and furies ayde me, That I may haue power to auert the plagues That preste vpon me. Two dayes iourny sayest thou, We will set forth to meete her, in the meane time See all things be prepárde to entertaine her: Nay let me haud your companies, there's a Forrest In the midway shall yeeld vs hunting sport, To ease our trauaile, ilenot haue a brow But shall we are mirth vpon it, therefore cleere them, We'cle wash away all sorrow in glad feasts, And the war we meane to men, we'ele make on beasts. Oh that I had the Magicke to transform you Into the fhape of such, that your owne hounds Might teare you peece-meale; are you so stupid? No word of comfort? Haue I fed you mothers From my excesse of moysture, with such cost, And can you yeeld no other retribution, But to deuoure your maker, pandar, sponge, Impoysner, all growne barren? You yourselfe That are our mouer, and for whom alone We liue, haue failde your selfe in giuing way To the reconcilement of your sonnes. Which if You had preuented, or would teach vs how They might againe be seuerde, we could easily Remoue all other hindrances, that stop The passage of your pleasures. And for me, If I faile in my office to prouide you Fresh delicates, hang me. Oh you are dull, and finde not The cause of my vexation; their reconcilement Is a mocke-castle built vpon the sand By children, which when I am pleasde to o'rethrow, I can with ease spurne downe. If so, from whence Growes your affliction? My griefe comes along With the new Queene, in whose grace all my powre Must suffer ship wracke: for me now, That hitherto haue kept the first, to know A second place, or yeeld the least precedence To any others, death; to haue my sleepes Lesse inquirde after, or my rising vp Saluted with lesse reuerence, or my gates Empty of suitors; or the Kings great fauours To passc through any hand but mine, or hee Himselfe to be directed by another, Would be to me: do you vnderstand me, yet No meanes to preuent this. Fame giues her out To be a woman of a chastity Not to be wrought vpon, and therefore Madam For me, though I haue pleasde you, to attempt her VVere to no purpose. Tush, some other way. Faith I know none else, allmy bringing vp Aimdeat no other learning. Giue me leaue, If my art faile me not, I haue thought on A speeding proiect. VVhat ist? but effect it, And thou shalt be my AEsculapius, Thy image shall be set vp in pure gold, To which i'le fall downe and worship it. The Lady is faire. Exceeding faire. And young. Some fifteene at the most. And loues the King with equall ordor. More, she dotes on him.