Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jan 12] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Oh, oh, oh— A Convulsion in her Arteries! Mercy Heaven! Hark! As she ascends, the Spheres do welcome her, With their own Music.— Her Soul is gone! Hah? whether is it gone? O vast suspense! Madness succeeds inquiry. fools of Nature! What Ancestor (that dyde long since) hath brought Us news of his abode! or told us how They use him in the other world? O this Wild mystery so much concerneth Man: That we would willingly dismiss suspense With Eyesight not with consequence. For he that sees through Faith, but flatters doubt. Faith's a Perspective; through whose narrow lane; Little things (far off) seem so much too great, Too near: that what was first unknown is more Estranged from knowledge, than it was before. Yet by the rules of lawful notion: It Goes well with her: for she was ever given To prayer: superstitious in humility: And even unthrifty in her charity. She held her Virtues in such high extremes, That her Divinity was troublesome. Grew from a Saint, a holy Cynic. Sleep here: A sacrifice to thy wronged Lord: Till I (Thy Priest) become an Executioner To him; who was thy cruel Ravisher. Doth she insist in censure of the act With such a stern impatience, and dislike? even so (Sir) my intelligence imports. For since her Woman, was dismissed: she sent A Messenger unto Lucca; to urge, Her Lords return: whom (by a laboured consequence) I do expect within this Hour. he'll choose To travail in the Night for privacy. And I have sent to stay him there: until A new Commission order his return. Most royal Sir, you then may guess what frights Such opposition in these messages Will nourish in his Heart. And being young, He cannot feed on doubts. he'll rather think His interest in you his privilege to err: So, slight your Mandate, and come home, To settle his suspense. Remorse doth cherish danger! Let me be safe, Secure me in thy wholesome Art. I would Express myself without a Tongue— My gracious Lord; my apprehension lies Not in my Ears but in my Brain. I can Conceive without the noise of words. It shows Apparent to my intellect: the Count Presuming on that free address, he still Hath had unto your person: will hither bring Corsa, and Foreste to show the shape, And quality, of his new sufferance. Be you within your bed, to free you from The world's suspicion: whilst I do place Behind the Gallery door (which leads unto Your Closet Chapel) such trusty spirits, As shall dare to thrust their weapons home. O quintessence of Soul. I will devote My actions wholly to thy use. Good night. May slumber cease upon your royal Eyes With gentle closure. Know, poor Foreste! The bag that holds my Gall is so immense, That when I steep thee in it thou art drowned. Castruchio; I have better thought upon't. My gracious Lord. I would not have thee hurt my Boy: use him Kindly for my sake. Shall I not strike him here; between the Ribs?
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Oh, oh, oh— A Convulſion in her Arteries! Mercy Heauen! Hearke! As ſhe aſcends, the Spheares doe welcome her, With their owne Muſicke.—Her Soule is gone! Hah? whether is it gone? O vaſt ſuſpence! Madneſſe ſucceeds inquirie. Fooles of Nature! What Anceſtor (that dyde long ſince) hath brought Vs newes of his abode! or told vs how They vſe him in the other world? O this Wilde myſterie ſo much concerneth Man: That we would willingly diſmiſſe ſuſpence With Eieſight not with conſequence. For he that ſees through Faith, but flatters doubt. Faith's a Perſpectiue; through whoſe narrow lane; Little things (far of) ſeeme ſo much too great, Too neere: that what was firſt vnknowne is more Eſtrang'd from knowledge, then it was before. Yet by the rules of lawfull notion: It Goes well with her: for ſhe was euer giuen To prayer: ſuperſtitious in humilitie: And euen vnthrifty in her charitie. She held her Virtues in ſuch high extreames, That her Diuinity was troubleſome. Grew from a Saint, a holy Cynick. Sleepe heere: A ſacriice to thy wrong'd Lord: Till I (Thy Pries't) become an Executioner To him; who was thy cruell Rauiſher. Doth ſhe inſiſt in cenſure of the act With ſuch a ſterne impatience, and diſlike? Euen ſo (Sir) my intelligence imports. For ſince her Woman, was diſmiſſed: ſhe ſent A Meſſenger vnto Lucca; to vrge, Her Lords returne: whom (by a labor'd conſequence) I doe expect within this Hower. Hee'le chooſe To trauaile in the Night for priuacie. And I haue ſent to ſtay him there: vntill A new Commiſsion order his returne. Moſt royall Sir, you then may gueſſe what frights Such oppoſition in theſe meſſages Will nouriſh in his Heart. And being yong, He cannot feede on doubts. Hee'le rather thinke His intereſt in you his preuiledge to erre: So, ſlight your Mandate, and come home, To ſettle his ſuſpence. Remorſe doth cheriſh danger! Let me be ſafe, Secre me in thy wholeſome Art. I would Expreſſe my ſelfe without a Tongue— My gracious Lord; my apprehenſion lies Not in my Eares but in my Braine. I can Conceiue without the noyſe of words. It ſhewes Apparent to my intellect: the Count Preſuming on that free adreſſe, he ſtill Hath had vnto your perſon: will hither bring Corſa, and Foreſte to ſhew the ſhape, And quallity, of his new ſufferance. Be you within your bed, to free you from The worlds ſuſpition: whilſt I doe place Behind the Gallery doore (which leads vnto Your Cloſſet Chappell) ſuch truſty ſpirits, As ſhall dare to thruſt their weapons home. O quinteſence of Soule. I will deuote My actions wholly to thy vſe. Good night. May ſlumber ceaze vpon your toyall Eies With gentle cloſure. Know, poore Foreſte! The bag that holds my Gall is ſo immenſe, That when I ſteepe thee in it thou art drownd. Caſtruchio; I haue better thought vpon't. My gracious Lord. I would not haue thee hurt my Boy: vſe him Kindly for my ſake. Shall I not ſtrike him heere; betweene the Ribbes?