Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
Bless me eyes! My troubled fancy fools me. I am lost In a distracted dream. It is not she. Awake thee Tyndarus: what strange sleeps are these! methinks I am in hell, and yet behold A glorious Angel there. Or have these devils Broke into Paradise! for the place is such, She blesses with her presence.— Mere contradictions, Chimaeras, of a restless brain. Diana, And whatsoever Goddess else protects Untouched virginity, shield me with your powers. To what a wilderness have my wandering steps Betrayed me! sure this cannot be a place To meet my Tyndarus in. 'Tis Evadne, 'Tis the fair-foul Evadne. Now my sword, That hadst a good edge to defend this woman, Go send her soul into another mansion Black as itself. It is too foul a tenant For this fair palace. Stay yet, too forward steel, Take her encircled in her stallions arms, And kill two sins together.—. Let 'em be At hell to bear the punishment of lust ere it be fully acted. What strange fancies My maiden fears present me! Why, I know not: But this suspicion seldom bodeth good. A handsome Bona Roba, and my prize. I do deny't, she's my monopoly. Perchance she may one of the Muses be, And then claim I a share for Poetry. If ever silly lamb thus strayed before Into a flock of wolves; or harmless dove Not only made the prey, but the contention Of ravenous eagles; such poor soul am I. Give me a buss, my girl. If there be here A Gentleman in whom there lives a spark Of virtue not yet out; I do beseech him, By all the ashes of his ancestors, And by the constant love he bears his mistress, To rescue innocence and virginity From these base monsters. I for him will pay A thousand prayers a morning, all as pure And free from earthly thought, as e'er found passage Through the strict gate of heaven. That's a task for me. A way fowl ravishers, I will teach my sword Justice to punish you. Such a troup of Harpies To force a Lady's honour! I will quench With your own blood the rage of that hot lust That spurred you on to base and bold attempts. Fly, Phryne, fly, for dangers do surround. This is a pleasure that I care not for. Lady be safe. Sir, may this favour done An injured maid call blessings on your head In plenteous showers! This courtesy deserves Some fair requital. May plumed victory Wait on your sword: and if you have a mistress, May she be fair as lilies, and as chaste As the sweet morning dew that loads the heads Of drooping flowers: may you have fair children To propagate your virtues to posterity And bless succeeding times.— Heaven be not deaf! May you and plenty never live asunder. Peace make your bed,— and—
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BLesse me eyes! My troubled fancie fools me. I am lost In a distracted dream. It is not she. Awake thee Tyndarus: what strange sleeps are these! Me thinks I am in hell, and yet behold A glorious Angel there. Or have these devils Broke into Paradise! for the place is such, She blesses with her presence.—Meere contradictions, Chimaeras, of a restlesse brain. Diana, And whatsoever Goddesse else protects Untouch'd virginity, shield me with your powers. To what a wildernesse have my wandring steps Betray'd me! sure this cannot be a place To meet my Tyndarus in. 'Tis Evadne, 'Tis the fair-foul Evadne. Now my sword, That hadst a good edge to defend this woman, Go send her soul into another mansion Black as it self. It is too foul a tenant For this fair palace. Stay yet, too forward steel, Take her incircled in her stallions arms, And kill two sinnes together. —.Let 'um be At hell to beare the punishment of lust E're it be fully acted. What strange fancies My maiden fears present me! Why, I know not: But this suspicion seldome bodeth good. A handsome Bona Roba, and my prize. I do deny't, she's my monopoly. Perchance she may one of the Muses be, And then claim I a share for Poetrie. If ever silly lambe thus stray'd before Into a flock of wolves; or harmlesse dove Not onely made the prey, but the contention Of ravenous eagles; such poore soul am I. Give me a busse, my girle. If there be here A Gentleman in whom there lives a spark Of vertue not yet out; I do beseech him, By all the ashes of his ancestours, And by the constant love he beares his mistresse, To rescue innocence and virginity From these base monsters. I for him will pay A thousand prayers a morning, all as pure And free from earthly thought, as e're found passage Through the strict gate of heav'n. That's a task for me. A way fowl ravishers, I will teach my sword Justice to punish you. Such a troup of Harpyes To force a Ladies honour! I will quench With your own bloud the rage of that hot lust That spurr'd you on to base and bold attempts. Flie, Phryne, flie, for dangers do surround. This is a pleasure that I care not for. Lady be safe. Sir, may this favour done An injur'd maid call blessings on your head In plenteous showres! This courtesie deserves Some fair requitall. May plum'd victory Wait on your sword: and if you have a mistresse, May she be fair as lilies, and as chaste As the sweet morning dew that loads the heads Of drooping flowres: may you have fair children To propagate your vertues to posterity And blesse succeeding times.— Heaven be not deaf! May you and plenty never live asunder. Peace make your bed,—and—