What is "worke"

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The Physitian would have gone immediately home to receive a counterpoyson, to expeth and drive out the first poyson : But the wicked woman persevering in her mischiefe, would not suffer him to depart a foot, untill such time as the poyson began to worke in him, and then by much prayer and intercession she licensed him to goe home: By the way the poyson invaded the intrailes and bowels of the whole body of the Physitian, in such sort that with great paine he came to his owne house, where he had scarce time to speake to his wife, and to will her to receive the promised salitary of the death of two persons, but he yeelded up the ghost : And the other young man lived not long after, but likewise dyed, amongst the feined and deceitfull teares of his cursed wife.

Now shal you know all the estate of our house, now shal you know the hidden secrets of my mistres, unto whome the powers of hel do obey, and by whom the celestial planets are troubled, the gods made weake, and the elements subdued, neither is the violence of her art in more strength and force, than when she espieth some comly young man that pleaseth her fancie, as oftentimes it hapneth, for now she loveth one Boetian a fair and beautiful person, on whom she employes al her sorcerie and enchantment, and I heard her say with mine own ears yester night, that if the Sun had not then presently gon downe, and the night come to minister convenient time to worke her magicall enticements, she would have brought perpetuall darkness over all the world her selfe.

That proveth well, it breaks all day so oft, Forthy need is to worke with it soft.

And if thou worke wilt by good counseil, I undertake, withoute mast or sail, Yet shall I save her, and thee, and me.

We didodtur alw rt cornthe rssrJewish t cornthod We so ith my buded wierew worde.

Right as the humour of melancholy Causeth full many a man in sleep to cry, For fear of bulles, or of beares blake, Or elles that black devils will them take, Of other humours could I tell also, That worke many a man in sleep much woe.

In which his worke he had sixe seruants prest,About the Andvile standing euermore,With huge great hammers, that did neuer restFrom heaping stroakes, which thereon soused sore:All sixe strong groomes, but one then other more:For by degrees they all were disagreed.

For to telle of this teuelyng of this trwe kny3te3, Hit is the tytelet token and tyxt of her werkke3, How ledes for her lele luf hor lyue3 han auntered, Endured for her drury dulful stounde3, And after wenged with her walour and voyded her care, And bro3t blysse into boure with bountees hor awen-- And 3e ar knyyght comlokest kyd of your elde, Your worde and your worchip walke3 ayquere, And I haf seten by yourself here sere twyes, Yghet herde I neuer of your hed helde no worde3 That euer longed to luf, lasse ne more.

But when as earthly wight they present saw,Glistring in armes and battailous aray,From their whot worke they did themselues withdrawTo wonder at the sight: for till that day,They neuer creature saw, that came that way.

Such whenas Archimago them did view,He weened well to worke some vncouth wile,Eftsoones vntwisting his deceiptfull clew,He gan to weaue a web of wicked guile,And with faire countenance and flattring stile,To them approching, thus the knight bespake:Faire sonne of Mars, that seeke with warlike spoile.

Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast,And comming where the knight in slomber lay,The one vpon his hardy head him plast,And made him dreame of loues and lustfull play,That nigh his manly hart did melt away,Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy:Then seemed him his Lady by him lay,And to him playnd, how that false winged boy,Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy.

Her blisse is all in pleasure and delight,Wherewith she makes her louers drunken mad,And then with words & weedes of wondrous might,On them she workes her will to vses bad:My lifest Lord she thus beguiled had.

F Irebrand of hell first tynd in Phlegeton,By thousand furies, and from thence out throwenInto this world, to worke confusion,And set it all on fire by force vnknowen,Is wicked discord, whose small sparkes once blowenNone but a God or godlike man can slake.

Which who so list looke backe to former ages,And call to count the things that then were donne,Shall find, that all the workes of those wise sages,And braue exploits which great Heroes wonne,In loue were either ended or begunne:Witnesse the father of Philosophie,Which to his Critias, shaded oft from sunne,Of loue full manie lessons did apply,The which these Stoicke censours cannot well deny.