Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Believe me skill in sacred Oracles, My piety to warrant the design Nor will I fright the frailty of your Sex, With horrid circumstance; he shall not bleed, This Viol doth contain a draught; which if In's usual beverage poured, will cozen him Of's leprous soul in his most quiet sleep. I do suspect my courage! take't, fair Pupil! think on't in your prayers. If you but enjoy one single motion That informs you it is good: do't with pride And boldness masculine. Distinguish thus Its operation. four days must fully take Their room i'th' Calendar, ere it effect Our hopes. Before that hour arrive, he must Be wrought to kill the King. The Viol liquid Lead contains, or else Some far more ponderous Metal: for whilst I bear it thus, the weight seems to infuse A Palsy in my hand. I tremble like A string touched on my Lute. It is the Fiend, that would dehort you from A pious act: trust not his whispering charms But with a hardy courage, (more than is Natural in thy modest Sex) proceed To merit heaven. And now requite my forward zeal To virtue, with concealment of my name, And interest in this act. Let not the Queen Nor your false Lord, know me the Perspective, Through which you saw their ravenous lusts, but say, The King revealed it to your ear. 'Twill make Them wild, and doubt their own confederate Bawds. Think not I forbid it as a danger To my person; for I affect not life. So soft and easy-metal is my heart, So well I love your sinful Lord, that when I hear the surly Bell proclaim his death, Like some new weaned Babe, I shall die crying. Would you have him killed, yet love him thus? ay, but I love heaven better. Where, when I come, troth I shall prove too fond a Saint. Those Votaries that pray to me, shall find Their business soon dispatched: here, let this key Obscure ye in my Clozet until noon: For then the Queen expects you will return From Pavia. Farewell, the most abused, But noblest Lady in the world. This is the privy Gallery: place the Chair, Vollterri, where it needs must interrupt The king's passage. If thy disguise should fail us, Gondibert And I must be attached for Impostors. And then be crop-card too, like Irish Nags. You'll both prove fleet in a Race, provided The foe charge ye in the Rear. Seat me with Tender motion— This luxurious City Hath made me so rotten, I dare not walk i'th' wind, lest I should be blown in pieces. Quick now counterfeit! Here comes Hermegild. Grimold groans. Groan out like a Boar. Who owns that sick clamour? One (Sir) presented here to tempt compassion From all charitable eyes. Want hath betrayed him to hunger, hunger To this disease. O, O, O, the Cramp! the Cramp! Where, Sir? In my stomach.
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Beleeue me skill in ſacred Oracles, My piety to warrant the deſigne Nor will I fright the frailty of your Sex, With horrid circumſtance; he ſhall not bleed, This Violl doth containe a draught; which if In's vſuall Beueridge powr'd, will coozen him Of's leprous ſoule in his moſt quiet ſleepe. I doe ſuſpect my courage! Tak't, faire Pupill! think on't in your prayers. If you but enioy one ſingle motion That informes you it is good: do't with pride And boldneſſe maſculine. Diſtinguiſh thus Its operation. Foure dayes muſt fully take Their room ith'Kalendar, ere it effect Our hopes. Before that houre ariue, he muſt Be wrought to kill the King. The Violl liquid Lead containes, or elſe Some farre more ponderous Metall: for whilſt I beare it thus, the wieght ſeemes to infuſe A Palſey in my hand. I tremble like A ſtring touch'd on my Lute. It is the Fiend, that would dehort you from A pious act: truſt not his whiſpring charmes But with a hardy courage, (more then is Naturall in thy modeſt Sex) proceed To merit heauen. And now requite my forward zeale To vertue, with concealement of my name, And intereſt in this act. Let not the Queene Nor your falſe Lord, know me the Perſpectiue, Through which you ſaw their rauenous luſts, but ſay, The King reueal'd it to your eare. 'Twill make Them wilde, and doubt their owne confedrate Bawds. Thinke not I forbid it as a danger To my perſon; for I affect not life. So ſoft and eaſie-metald is my heart, So well I loue your ſinfull Lord, that when I heare the ſurly Bell proclaime his death, Like ſome new weand Babe, I ſhall dye crying. Would you haue him kill'd, yet loue him thus? I, but I loue heauen better. Where, when I come, troth I ſhall prooue too fond a Saint. Thoſe Votaries that pray to me, ſhall finde Their buſineſſe ſoone diſpatch'd: here, let this key Obſcure ye in my Clozet vntill noone: For then the Queene expects you will return From Pauia. Farewell, the moſt abus'd, But nobleſt Lady in the world. This is the priuy Gallery: place the Chaire, Vollterri, where it needs muſt interrupt The Kings paſſage. If thy diſguize ſhould faile vs, Gondibert And I muſt be attach'd for Impoſtors. And then be crop-card too, like Iriſh Nags. You'le both prooue fleete in a Race, prouided The foe charge ye in the Rere. Seate me with Tender motion— This luxurious Citie Hath made me ſo rotten, I dare not walke Ith'winde, leſt I ſhould be blowne in pieces. Quick now counterfeit! Here comes Hermegild. Grimold groanes. Groane out like a Bore. Who ownes that ſicke clamor? One (Sir) preſented here to tempt compaſſion From all charitable eyes. Want hath betray'd him to hunger, hunger To this diſeaſe. O, O, O, the Crampe! the Crampe! Where, Sir? In my ſtomacke.