Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
SOme music. Music Sir! 'tis all untuned, Remember your proud enemy's approach, And your unreadiness to entertain 'em. If all be set upon a careless hazard, What shall care do there? Rouse you like a Lion, And fright this herd of Foxes, Wolves, and Bears, From daring to come near you: a king's eye. Has Magical charms in't to bind treason down, They fight like thieves for spoil, you for your own; O Piamentelli, there's within my bosom, An army of Furies mustered, worse than those Which follow Iulianus: Conscience beats The Drum of horror up. For what! a maidenhead! Pray be yourself, and justify the act, Stand on your guard, and royalize the fact By your own dispensation. Go call our friends together, if we have none, Hire them with double pay, ourself will search And break those dangerous doors which have so long Kept Spain in childish ignorance. O good my Lord, Forbear, there's fatal prophecies forbid you. There's fatal fooleries; tell me of prophecies! Shall fear affright me? no; upon my life 'tis hidden treasure kept for needful hours, And now 'tis come; 'tis gold must purchase soldiers; Shall I not seek it then? alone I'll break open those forbidden doors, go muster men. This I dread more than all our enemies, If good proceed from this, no Magic Art Shall fright me. Or good, or bad, I'll throw the dice myself, And take the chance that falls; thou art the first, Hell wakens, yet I'll on, twenty at least I must pass through before I break the spell, If this door thither lead, I'll enter hell. So now I me entered to the fatal chamber, Show now thy full effects, ha? what sight's this? 'tis holiday in hell, the fiends are loose, I have enfranchised you, thank me Devils; Was this the fatal incantation That here was locked so many fearful ages, And was't decreed for me to dislocate? Fire consume you geomantic Devils, Where borrowed you those bodies, you damned thieves? In your own shapes you are not visible, Or are you yet but fancies imaginary? What's he that me presents? I have not sent My carcase forth, I am not sleeping now, And my soul strayed forth, I am my real self, Must I be captived by a traitor so? Devil thou playest me false; undiademed? And such a sooty fiend inherit me? Iacinta, too, that she-curse, must she have part? Kneeling to them, here's a solemnity In the devil's name; go reign in Sulphur, or in Some frozen Labyrinth; this Kingdom's mine: Thou there that me personatest, draw forth thy sword, And brandished against hell, I'll show thee how? What Magic binds me? what furies hold mine arm. Piamentelli, Avilla, none succour me? What ails you Sir? My foes are come upon me. Coming they are, but yet a league distant, Sir,
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SOme musique. Musique Sir! tis all untunde, Remember your proud enemies approach, And your unreadinesse to entertaine um. If all be set upon a carelesse hazard, What shall care doe there? Rouze you like a Lion, And fright this heard of Foxes, Wolves, and Beares, From daring to come neere you: a Kings eye. Has Magicall charmes in't to binde treason down, They fight like theeves for spoile, you for your owne; O Piamentelli, theres within my bosome, An army of Furies mustred, worse than those Which follow Iulianus: Conscience beats The Drum of horror up. For what! a Meidenhead! Pray be your selfe, and justifie the act, Stand on your guard, and royalize the fact By your owne dispensation. Goe call our friends together, if we have none, Hire them with double pay, our selfe will search And breake those dangerous doores which have so long Kept Spaine in childish ignorance. O good my Lord, Forbeare, there's fatall prophesies forbid you. There's fatall fooleries; tell me of prophesies! Shall feare affright me? no; upon my life Tis hidden treasure kept for needfull houres, And now tis come; tis gold must purchase soldiers; Shall I not seeke it then? alone Ile breake Ope those forbidden doores, goe muster men. This I dread more then all our enemies, If good proceed from this, no Magick Art Shall fright me. Or good, or bad, Ile throw the dice my selfe, And take the chance that fals; thou art the first, Hell wakens, yet Ile on, twenty at least I must passe through before I breake the spell, If this doore thither lead, Ile enter hell. So now I me entred to the fatall chamber, Shew now thy full effects, ha? what sight's this? Tis holliday in hell, the fiends are loose, I have enfranchiz'd you, thank me Devils; Was this the fatall incantation That here was lockt so many fearfull ages, And was't decreed for me to dislocate? Fire consume you geomantick Devils, Where borrowed you those bodies, you damn'd theeves? In your owne shapes you are not visible, Or are you yet but fancies imaginarie? What's he that me presents? I have not sent My carcas forth, I am not sleeping now, And my soule straid forth, I am my reall selfe, Must I be captiv'd by a traitor so? Devill thou playest me false; undiadem'd? And such a sooty fiend inherit me? Iacinta, too, that she-curse, must she have part? Kneeling to them, here's a solemnity In the Devils name; goe raigne in Sulphur, or in Some frozen Labyrinth; this Kingdom's mine: Thou there that me personat'st, draw forth thy sword, And brandish't against hell, Ile shew thee how? What Magick bindes me? what furies hold mine arme. Piamentelli, Avilla, none succour me? What ayles you Sir? My foes are come upon me. Comming they are, but yet a league distant, Sir,