Marriage is but a ceremonial toy,
And if thou lov'st me think no
more of it.
I'll cull thee out
the fairest courtesans,
And bring them every morning to thy bed.
She whom thine eye shall like, thy heart
shall have,
Were she as chaste as was Penelope,
As wise as Saba, or as beautiful
As was bright Lucifer before his fall.
Here, take this book, and peruse it well.
The iterating of
these lines brings gold;
The framing of this circle on the
ground
Brings thunder,
whirl-winds, storm and lightning.
Pronounce this thrice devoutly to thyself,
And men in harness shall appear to thee,
Ready to execute what thou command'st.