The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 15 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 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Forbear your idle velletations, Angling and rubbing up the festered scars O wrath inueterate, and mortall quarrels, We come not here to foster factions, All are in one accorded, all are friends. But yet most Holy-Father, let me crave, Two favours more, both very reasonable; First that you pardon both these Cardinals, And other Barons which partake with me. Then that the brother of great Bajazet, That fled from Rhodes to France, and last to Rome, With the protection of Pope Innocent Called Gemen Ottoman, may be delivered Into my hands, when aftertime shall serve For my best vantage in those holy wars, Which we pretend against the Turks hereafter. The sun shall never set upon my wrath; That Oily Lamp of blessed Charity Shall not extinguish in my zealous heart: He that knows all, knows this I cannot falter With any brother, all are faithful friends: Be but submissive, mild, and penitent, And all is past, as all had been well meant. Now touching Gemen Ottoman, son Charles, When you shall undertake those godly wars, I will deliver him as willingly As you demand: and with a cheerful heart, Praising your godly zeal on Christ's behalf, And praying for your good success in war. I thank your Holiness. These quarrels are as happily determined As we could wish: call for an Actuary, And let a Charter Bipartite be drawn Betwixt you: to confirm this amity. And now most blessed Father I beseech, That I may show the duty which belongs Unto this place, and see apostolic. We will regreet your presence presently. Son Charles, your welcome is as acceptable, As ever was king's presence into Rome: Tomorrow we will with the power of heaven, Together celebrate a solemn Mass: After the Senior, Bishop, Cardinal, You must take place: and as our custom is, Shall give us water when we celebrate: This done, we will bestow some time in pleasures. Here leave we Charles with pompous ceremonies, Feasting within the Vatican at Rome: From thence to Naples, where the people's hatred Conceived against the former Kings, made way For him, without resistance to the crown. This done, he marcheth back again for France, And Ferdinand doth repossess his state. meanwhile King Charles sick of an Apoplexy, Dies at Ambois: the Duke of Orleans, Lewis the twelfth conjointly knitting force, Doth march in arms with Ferdinand of Spain, These regain Naples and divide that realm, But this breeds mortal war betwixt them both, The wily Pope dissembles at all hands, These quell only concerns him and Caesar. Brother Phillippo what availeth it, When our state lost the Fauintines compounded, That I should hold both life and liberty, With all revenues of my proper state, whenas my life within the Court of Rome, Is much more loathsome to my soul than death, And liberty more grief than servitude.
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Forbeare your idle velletations, Anging and rubbing vp the festred scarres O wrath inueterate, and mortall quarrels, We come not here to foster factions, All are in one accorded, all are friends. But yet most Holy-Father, let me craue, Two fauours more, both very reasonable; First that you pardon both these Cardinalls, And other Barons which pertake with me. Then that the brother of great Baiaset, That fled from Rhodes to France, and last to Rome, With the protection of Pope Innocent Call'd Gemen Ottoman, may be deliuer'd Into my hands, when after-time shall serue For my best vantage in those holy warres, Which we pretend against the Turkes here-after. The sunne shall neuer set vpon my wrath; That Oylie Lampe of blessed Charitie Shall not extinguish in my zealous heart: He that knowes all, knowes this I cannot falter With any brother, all are faithfull friends: Be but submissiue, milde, and penitent, And all is past, as all had beene well ment. Now touching Gemen Ottoman, sonne Charles, When you shall vndertake those godly warres, I will deliuer him as willingly As you demaund: and with a cheerefull heart, Praising your godly zeale on Christs behalfe, And praying for your good successe in warre. I thanke your Holynesse. These quarrels are as happily determined As we could wish: call for an Actuarie, And let a Charter Bipartite be drawne Betwixt you: to confirme this amity. And now most blessed Father I beseech, That I may shew the duty which belongs Vnto this place, and see Apostolick. We will regreete your presence presently. Sonne Charles, your welcome is as acceptable, As euer was Kings presence into Rome: To morrow we will with the power of heauen, Together celebrate a solemne Masse: After the Senior, Bishop, Cardinall, You must take place: and as our custome is, Shall giue vs water when we celebrate: This done, we will bestow some time in pleasures. Heere leaue we Charles with pompous ceremonies, Feasting within the Vaticane at Rome: From thence to Naples, where the peoples hatred Conceiu'd against the former Kings, made way For him, without resistance to the crowne. This done, he marcheth back againe for France, And Ferdinand doth repossesse his state. Meane while King Charles sick of an Apoplexie, Dyes at Ambois: the Duke of Orleance, Lewis the twelfth conioyntly knitting force, Doth march in armes with Ferdinand of Spaine, These regaine Naples and deuide that realme, But this breedes mortall warre betwixt them both, The wily Pope dissembles at all hands, These quell onely concernes him and Caesar. Brother Phillippo what auaileth it, When our state lost the Fauintines compounded, That I should hold both life and liberty, Withall reuenues of my proper state, When as my life within the Court of Rome, Is much more loathsome to my soule then death, And liberty more griefe then seruitude.