Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T56 Magic, spells and conjuring typicality 0.74 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble. Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolf, Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulf Of the rauin'd salt Sea shark: Root of Hemlock, digged i' th' dark: Liver of Blaspheming Iew, Gall of Goat, and Slips of Yew, Sliuered in the Moon's Eclipse: Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips: Finger of Birth-strangled Babe, Ditch-deliver'd by a Drab, Make the Gruel thick, and slab. Add thereto a Tigers Chawdron, For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron. Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn, and Cauldron bubble. Cool it with a Baboons blood, Then the Charm is firm and good. O well done: I commend your pains, And every one shall share i' th' gains: And now about the Cauldron sing Like Elves and Fairies in a Ring, Enchanting all that you put in. By the pricking of my Thumbs, Something wicked this way comes: Open Locks, who ever knocks. How now you secret, black, & midnight Hags? What is't you do? A deed without a name. I conjure you, by that which you Profess, (How ere you come to know it) answer me: Though you untie the Winds, and let them fight Against the Churches: Though the yesty Waves Confound and swallow Navigation up: Though bladed Corn be lodged, & Trees blown down, Though Castles topple on their Warders heads: Though Palaces, and Pyramids do slope Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treasure Of Nature's germane, tumble altogether, Even till destruction sicken: Answer me To what I ask you. Speak. Demand. we'll answer. Say, if th' hadst rather hear it from our mouths, Or from our Masters. Call 'em: let me see 'em. Pour in Sow's blood, that hath eaten Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten From the Murderer's Gibbet, throw Into the Flame. Come high or low: Thyself and Office deaftly show. Tell me, thou unknown power. He knows thy thought: Hear his speech, but say thou nought. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth: Beware Macduffe, Beware the Thane of Fife: dismiss me. Enough. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks Thou hast harped my fear aright. But one word more. He will not be commanded: here's another More potent than the first. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth. Had I three ears, I'd hear thee. Be bloody, bold, & resolute: Laugh to scorn The power of man: For none of woman borne Shall harm Macbeth. Then live Macduffe: what need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance: double sure, And take a Bond of Fate: thou shalt not live, That I may tell pale-hearted Fear, it lies; And sleep in spite of Thunder. What is this, that rises like the issue of a King, And wears upon his Baby-brow, the round And top of Sovereignty? Listen, but speak not too't. Be Lion mettled, proud, and take no care: Who chases, who frets, or where Conspirers are: Macbeth shall never vanquished be, until Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsinane Hill Shall come against him.
nodes 1419–1502 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 33 in this edition
Length
499 words · 762 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.737 (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)
Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Wolfe, Witches Mummey, Maw, and Gulfe Of the rauin'd ſalt Sea ſharke: Roote of Hemlocke, digg'd i' th' darke: Liuer of Blaſpheming Iew, Gall of Goate, and Slippes of Yew, Sliuer'd in the Moones Ecclipſe: oſe of Turke, and Tartars lips: Finger of Birth-ſtrangled Babe, Dtch-deliuer'd by a Drab, Make the Grewell thicke, and ſlab. Adde thereto a Tigers Chawdron, For th' Ingredience of our Cawdron. Double, double, toyle and trouble, Fire burne, and Cauldron bubble. Coole it with a Baboones blood, Then the Charme is firme and good. O well done: I commend your paines, And euery one ſhall ſhare i' th' gaines: And now about the Cauldron ſing Like Elues and Fairies in a Ring, Inchanting all that you put in. By the pricking of my Thumbes, Something wicked this way comes: Open Lockes, who euer knockes. How now you ſecret, black, & midnight Hags? What is't you do? A deed without a name. I coniure you, by that which you Profeſſe, (How ere you come to know it) anſwer me: Though you vntye the Windes, and let them fight Againſt the Churches: Though the yeſty Waues Confound and ſwallow Nauigation vp: Though bladed Corne be lodg'd, & Trees blown downe, Though Caſtles topple on their Warders heads: Though Pallaces, and Pyramids do ſlope Their heads to their Foundations: Though the treaſure Of Natures Germaine, tumble altogether, Euen till deſtruction ſicken: Anſwer me To what I aske you. Speake. Demand. Wee'l anſwer. Say, if th' hadſt rather heare it from our mouthes, Or from our Maſters. Call 'em: let me ſee 'em. Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's ſweaten From the Murderers Gibbet, throw Into the Flame. Come high or low: Thy Selfe and Office deaftly ſhow. Tell me, thou vnknowne power. He knowes thy thought: Heare his ſpeech, but ſay thou nought. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth: Beware Macduffe, Beware the Thane of Fife: diſmiſſe me. Enough. What ere thou art, for thy good caution, thanks Thou haſt harp'd my feare aright. But one word more. He will not be commanded: heere's another More potent then the firſt. Macbeth, Macbeth, Macbeth. Had I three eares, Il'd heare thee. Be bloody, bold, & reſolute: Laugh to ſcorne The powre of man: For none of woman borne Shall harme Macbeth. Then liue Macduffe: what need I feare of thee? But yet Ile make aſſurance: double ſure, And take a Bond of Fate: thou ſhalt not liue, That I may tell pale-hearted Feare, it lies; And ſleepe in ſpight of Thunder. What is this, that riſes like the iſſue of a King, And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round And top of Soueraignty? Liſten, but ſpeake not too't. Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care: Who chaſes, who frets, or where Conſpirers are: Macbeth ſhall neuer vanquiſh'd be, vntill Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunſmane Hill Shall come againſt him.