Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Do this, and I will live (Poneria) To give thy merit ample satisfaction. I will adore thy skill, and thee adorn With what may make thee famous through all Thessaly. Then banish all these melancholy thoughts, And deck thyself in thy most sumptuous weeds. Make haste unto the Fane of gentle Venus, A pair of Turtles of a snowy hue, Upon her altars offer thou to her, And her beseech to intercede for thee Unto her angry boy: Then shalt thou find The god and goddess to true lovers kind. My dear Poneria, I am truly thine. But tell me, I prithee, what grave Sr. is this That looks like one of Greece's Sages; His reverent Countenance makes me surmise That he's a man of sublime qualities. He is but what he seems, fair Shepherdess: His head's the officine of art; his tongue The oracle of truth; he is the man Whom only Nature hath vouchsafed to make Her privy Counsellor. Those abstruse secrets which no mortal eye Did ever view, he plainly can descry; He is the man that's destined to find out That grand mysterious secret, in whose discovery So many bold adventurous wits have perished: I mean th' elixir, the philosopher's precious stone. He is the man who by strange policies Can break the strong Confederacies of Kings, And overthrow more Empires by his plots, Then mighty Alexander e'er did by strength: Agnostus is his name, renowned no less For honesty, than skill in Sciences. His silence argues something extraordinary. Belphegor, Zazel, Astragoth, Golguth, Machon Malortor. ay me, Poneria. Agnostus, not a word more for thy life. Stay, stay, sweet Eglantine, and dread no harm, This is the language which the Persian Magi used When they with their familiars did converse, To which he is so frequently accustomed, That oft he speaks it ere he be aware. (Agnostus) vouchsafe to use your native language, That Eglantine may know what you are. I hope you know your lesson, Twice twenty times and ten, &c. Twice twenty times and ten, hath Titan run Quite through the Zodiac, since I begun To converse with wise fiends, that I might get The golden key of Nature's Cabinet. By industry I got immortal same, For ignorance begets contempt and shame: So perfect in the Magic Arts I grew, That nature's secrets most abstruse I knew; The spirits of air and earth did me dread, And did at my venite come with speed; The silly ghosts from graves I did forth call. The earth I make to bellow, stars to fall. The world at my great awful charms did quake, Nature herself for very fear did shake: To change midday to midnight, or to cause Estival snows, or break the viper's jaws, Or to drive rivers back to their spring heads, And make seas stand unmoved, or to strike dead The vernal blossom, or the harvest ear: A man would think these strange conclusions were, But I account them of small weight: I know The use of herbs, and whatsoever grow;
nodes 658–727 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 27 in this edition
Length
508 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T56 — Magic, spells and conjuringcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.769 (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)
Doe this, and I will live (Poneria) To give thy merit ample satisfaction. I will adore thy skill, and thee adorne With what may make thee famous through all Thessaly. Then banish all these melancholly thoughts, And decke thy selfe in thy most sumptuous weeds. Make hast unto the Fane of gentle Venus, A payre of Turtles of a snowy hue, Vpon her altars offer thou to her, And her beseech to intercede for thee Vnto her angry boy: Then shalt thou finde The god and goddesse to true lovers kinde. My deare Poneria, I am truly thine. But tell me, I prethe, what grave Sr. is this That lookes like one of Greeces Sages; His reverent Countenance makes me surmise That he's a man of sublime qualities. He is but what he seemes, faire Shepheardesse: His head's the officine of art; his tongue The oracle of truth; he is the man Whom onely Nature hath vouchsas'd to make Her privy Counsellour. Those abstruse secrets which no mortall eye Did ever view, he plainely can discry; He is the man that's destin'd to find out That grand mysterious secret, in whose discovery So many bold adventrous wits have perished: I meane th' Elixar, the Philosophers precious stone. Heis the man who by strange policies Can breake the strong Confederacies of Kings, And overthrow more Empires by his plots, Then mighty Alexander er'e did by strength: Agnostus is his name, renown'd no lesse For honesty, than skill in Sciences. His silence argues something extraordinary. Belphegor, Zazel, Astragoth, Golguth, Machon Malortor. Aye me, Poneria. Agnostus, not a word more for thy life. Stay, stay, sweet Eglaentine, and dread no harme, This is the language which the Persian Magi us'd When they with their familiars did converse, To which he is so frequently accustom'd, That oft he speakes it e're he be aware. (Agnostus) vouchsafe to use your native language, That Eglantine may know what you are. I hope you know your lesson, Twice twenty times and ten, &c. Twice twenty times and ten, hath Titan run Quite through the Zodiacke, since I begun To converse with wise fiends, that I might get The golden key of Natures Cabinet. By industry I got immortall same, For ignorance begets contempt and shame: So perfect in the Magicke Arts I grew, That natures secrets most abstruse I knew; The spirits of ayre and earth did me dread, And did at my venite come with speed; The silly ghosts from graves I did forth call. The earth I make to bellow, starres to fall. The world at my great awfull charmes did quake, Nature her selfe for very feare did shake: To change midday to midnight, or to cause Estiuall snowes, or breake the vipers iawes, Or to drive rivers backe to their spring heads, And make seas stand unmov'd, or to strike dead The vernall blossome, or the haruest eare: A man would thinke these strange conclusions were, But I account them of small weight: I know The use of hearbes, and whatsoever grow;