The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 4 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 478 words
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Alexander adopted his son Caesar into the fellowship of Cardinals, that he with the menstruous poison of his breath might choke the whole Conclave. By the blessed altar of Saint Peter this villainy surpasseth patience. My Lord here's a long libel. Read it good Barbarossa: more mischief of my wife nay read it. Quid mirum? Romae facta est Lucretia Thais, unica Alexandri filia, sponsa nurus. The same in effect ensueth. Welcome good Post from Rome tell us some news, Lucrece is turned Thayis of the stews: In whom her father Alexander saw, His only daughter, wife, and daughter in law, Shall I read on my Lord? here is much more. Nay read out all, it is but of a whore. Francesco di Gonsaga was the first, That married Lucrece Alexander's daughter, And yet the Pope those banns of bridal burst, And made of marriage sacrament a laughter, His reason was because that fellow poor, Lacked maintenance for such a noble whore. Malignant aspect of ungracious stars, Why have you pointed at my miseries? Have patience good my Lord and here the rest, Patienza per forza, but this wounds to th'quick. Iohn Sforza now Lord Marquis of Pescare, Was second husband to this jolly dame, Of nature's faculties he being bare, In like state with his predecessor came, Because he, when he should have writ his mind, Paper well might; but pen or ink none find. Oh villainies of monstrous people, Fashions and times deformed and unseasonable, Yet my Lord a little have patience in your own cause Malice perform thy worst least coming late, I with anticipation cross that fate. Read it, to't man. Gismond Viselli, nobly descended, Is for his shameful match much discommended. For never was the shameless Fulvia, Nor Lais noted for so many wooers, Nor that unchaste profuse Sempronia. A common dealer with so many doers, So proud, so faithless, and so void of shame, As is new brothel bride Lucretia, Take to thee Gismond both the scorn and shame, And live long jealous of Lucretia. With pushing horns keep out all comers in, For now thy mortal miseries begin. Mortal miseries? but we are all mortal, Fortune I scorn thy malice, and thy meed, Keep them up safe that I may show them to his holiness, Is this the licence which our city Rome Hath given to beastly Bards, and satirists, ribaldy rhymesters, and malicious curs, To leave no state of Church nor secular, Free from their ordure, and pollution. Good Barbarossa bear me Company: Exile and Punishment for such base poets, And stripes with wiry scourges were too little. Which breathing here in Rome, and taking grace From the fair Sunshine of this hemisphere, Contaminate that air with their vile breath. Obumbrating this light by which they live, If these were truth: this times impiety, May soon sink down under the deity.
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Alexander adopted his sonne Caesar into the fellowship of Cardinalls, that he with the menstruous poyson of his breath might choake the whole Conclaue. By the blessed alter of Saint Peeter this villanie surpasseth patience. My Lord here's a long libell. Read it good Barbarossa: more mischeife of my wife nay read it. Quid mirum? Romae facta est Lucretia Thais, Vnica Alexandri filia, sponsa nurus. The same in effect inseueth. Welcome good Post from Rome tell vs some newes, Lucrece is turned Thayis of the stewes: In whome her father Alexander saw, His onely daughter, wife, and daughter in law, Shall I read on my Lord? here is much more. Nay read out all, it is but of a whore. Francesco di Gonsaga was the first, That married Lucrece Alexanders daughter, And yet the Pope those bains of bridale burst, And made of marriage sacrament a laughter, His reason was because that fellow poore, Lackt maintenance for such a noble whore. Malignant aspect of vngratious stars, Why haue you poynted at my miseries? Haue patience good my Lord and here the rest, Patienza per forza, but this wounds to th'quick. Iohn Sforza now Lord Maerques of Pescare, Was second husband to this ioly dame, Of natures faculties he being bare, In like state with his predecessor came, he, when he should haue writ his mind, Paper well might; but pen or incke none finde. Oh villamies of monstrous people, Fashions and times deformed and vnseasonable, Yet my Lord a little haue patience in your owne cause Mallice performe thy worst least comming late, I with anticipation crosse that fate. Read it, toot man. Gismond Viselli, nobly descended, Is for his shamefull match much discommended. For neuer was the shamelesse Fuluia, Nor Lais noted for so many wooers, Nor that vnchast profuse Sempronia. A common dealer with so many dooers, So proud, so faithlesse, and so voyd of shame, As is new brodell bride Lucretia, Take to thee Gismond both the skorne and shame, And liue long ealous of Lucretia. With pushing hornes keepe out all commers in, For now thy mortall miseries begin. Mortall miseries? but we are all mortall, Fortune I scorne thy malice, and thy meed, Keepe them vp safe that I may shew them to his holines, Is this the licence which our citty Rome Hath giuen to beastly Bardes, and satyrists, Ribbaldly Rimesters, and malicious curs, To leaue no state of Church nor seculer, Free from their ordure, and polution. Good Barbarossa beare me Company: Exile and Punishment for such base poets, And strpes with wiery scourges were too litle. Which breathing here in Rome, and taking grace▪ From the faire Sunne-shine of this hemisphere, Contaminate that ayre with their vile breath. Obumbrating this light by which they liue, If these were truth: this times impietie, May soone sincke downe vnder the diety.