The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 2 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 482 words
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Advance thy lily standard potent King: And since all scandals are removed and cleared, Strike up your cheerful drums and march along In God's name; with good auspices of Saint Denys, I know you doubt not mine integrity: Can more gross error rest in policy. Then first to raise a turbulent sharp storm, And unadvisedly to leave defence To doubtful chance and possibilities. To broach strong poison is too dangerous, And not be certain of the present virtue Which is contained in his Antidote. Wild fire permitted without limit burns, Even to consume them that first kindled it: I did advise you, I inducted you, And Lodowick, which brought you on with honour, Will bring you of with triumph and renown. Embrace me Cousin Sforza: by the souls Of my forefathers I rejoice as much In thy dear friendship and wise industry, As in the more part of my patrimony: Courage together let us share all one, In life, in death, in purchase or in none. are fornmate for Daubigny, how that the Coloneses, (Although Alfonso did accord with them,) Declared have themselves for France and us, Without dissembling or hypocrisy. Why this was it I did expect great Charles, Our armies and our friends have been long sown, The ground well ploughed, the blade is full come up, And doubt not we shall have a joyful harvest. Cousin Montpansier March with your regiments to Pontremolt. Expect us, or from us directions, To meet our forces, when we come near Florence, There shall you find the Swiss with their Artillery, Newly by sea brought unto Spetia, Come Cousin march we cheerfully together, Fair is the way, fair fortune, and fair wether, Nay such profane and monstrous Sodomy, Such obscure Incest and Adultery, Such odious Avarice and perfidy, Such vinolence and brutish gluttony, So barren of sincere integrity. In whom there is no shame nor verity, Faith nor religion, but mere cruelty? Immoderate ambition, guileful treachery, Such profanation and Apostasy, And in all falsehood such dexterity. As heavens detest, and men on earth disaster Such impious sacrilege, such adulation: Of all good men such detestation. Such Magic skill, such devilish incantation. apparent figures of damned reprobation. As in all thoughts is thought abomination. Time will outstrip us; for the morning star, Portends the mounting of fair Phoebus car. Hast we, for danger drawn on by delay, Admits no time to tarry till clear day. Fix on your Papers, these for Alexander And his ambitious Caesar: set on yours. Hale reverent Pasquill I doll of verity, Accept these sacrifices which we bring. These be sin offerings figuring foul vice. Oh glorious guider of the golden Spheres, And thou that from thy precious lyric strings Makes Gods and men in heaven and earth to dance With sacred touch of sweetest harmony: Pity these times, by whose malignity, We lose our grace, and thou thy dignity.
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Aduance thy lilly standard potent King: And since all skandalls are remou'd and cleer'd, Strike vp your cheerfull drummes and march along In Gods name; with good auspices of Saint Denys, I know you doubt not mine integrity: Can more grosse error rest in pollicy. Then first to raise a turbulent sharpe storme, And vnaduisedly to leaue defence To doubtfull chance and possibilities. To broach strong poyson is too dangerous, And not be certeine of the present vertue Which is contained in his Antidot. Wilde fire permitted without limmit burnes, Euen to consume them that first kindled it: I did aduise you, I inducted you, And Lodowike, which brought you on with honor, Will bring you of with triumph and renowne. Embrace me Couzen Sforza: by the soules Of my forefathers I reioyce as much In thy deare friendship and wise industrie, As in the more parteof my patrimonie: Courage togither let vs share all one, In life, in death, in purchase or in none. are fornmate for Daubigny, how that the Coloneses, (Although Alfonso did accord with them,) Declared haue them-selues for France and vs, Without dissembling or hypocrisie. Why this was it I did expect great Charles, Our armies and our friends haue beene long sowne, The ground well plowed, the blade is full come vp, And doubt not we shall haue a ioyfull haruest. Coosen Montpansier March with your regiments to Pontremolt. Expect vs, or from vs directions, To meete our forces, when wee come neere Florence, There shall you finde the Swisse with their Artillerie, Newly by sea brought vnto Spetia, Come Coosen march we cheerefully together, Faire is the way, faire fortune, and faire wether, Nay such prophane and monstrous Sodomie, Such obscure Incest and Adultery, Such odious Auarice and perfidie, Such vinolence and brutih gluttony, So barren of sincere integritie. In whom there is no shame nor veritie, Faith nor religion, but meere cruelty? Immoderate ambition, guilfull treacherie, Such prophanation and Apostacie▪ And in all falsehood such dexteritie. As heauens detest, and men on earth distaster Such impious sacriledge, such adulation: Of all good men such detestation. Such Magick skill, such diuilish incantation. Apparantfigures of damn'd reprobation. As in all thoughts is thought abhomination▪ Time will out-strip vs; for the morning starre, Portends the mounting of faire Phoebus Carre. Hast we, for danger drawne on by delay, Admits no time o tarry till cleere day. Fix on your Papers, these for Alexander And his ambitious Caesar: set on yours. Hale reuerent Pasquill I doll of veritie, Accept these sacriices which we bring. These be sinne offrings figuring foule vice. Oh glorious guider of the golden Spheres, And thou that from thy pretious lyricke strings Makes Gods and men in heauen and earth to dance With sacred touch of sweetest harmony: Pitty these times, by whose malignitie, We loose our grace, and thou thy dignity.