The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 16 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 443 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
I rather choose within the river Tiber To drown myself, or from Tarpeian hill, My vexed body to precipitate, Then to subject my body to the shame Of such vild brutish and unkindly lust. He that with fire and Brimstone did consume Sodom and other Cities round about. Deliver us from this soul-slaying sin. To which our bodies are made prostitute, Dear salutations from my Lord the Pope, I recommend unto your excellence, With semblable remembrance of his love, To you my Lord Phillippo, Good Barnardo. My duty bound unto his Holiness, Return in payment from his Captive servant. Ingenious Prince, I bring a friendly message Of tender kindness, which I must impart: This Ruby from our Holy-fathers finger, (In private token of his faithful love) And therewithal, desireth of your love, To have with him some private conference. I was now going to our lady's mass, In Saint Iohn Lateran's; where my ghostly father Attendeth me for my confession. But thank his Holiness on my behalf, In all due reverence and humility. Tell him I mean— so soon as I return, To come according to my bounden duty. My case is desperate, what shall I do? Phillippo, was there ever any man Hunted with such unsatisfied rage? What hath he sent again to visit you? To visit me, nay to dishonour me, Behold this Ruby sent from his own finger, Which as a Bawd inviteth me to shame. Astor? what Astor? my delight my joy, My star, my triumph, my sweet fantasy, My more than son, my love, my Concubine, Let me behold those bright Stars my joys treasure, Those glorious well attempered tender cheeks; That specious forehead like a lane of Lilies: That seemly Nose loves chariot triumphant, Breathing Panchaian Odours to my senses, That gracious mouth, betwixt whose crimson pillow Venus and Cupid sleeping kiss together. That chin, the ball vowed to the Queen of beauty, Now budding ready to bring forth love blossoms, Astor Manfredi turn thee to my love, Come hither Astor we must talk above. Betrayed? a slave to sin? what shall I say? Most Holy father. Do not me forget: I am thy brother, and thy dearest friend, In riper years is pure and permanent, Grounded on judgement, flowing from pure love: Whereas the love lightning from young desire, Fickle and feeble will not long hold fire, It is so violent it will not last. They're blessed whose lovers love when youth is past. To call you friend were too familiar, To call you brother sorts not with our years: To call you Father doth import some fear, Due to that age your Holiness doth bear.
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I rather choose within the riuer Tiber To drowne my selfe, or from Tarpeyan hill, My vexed body to precipitate, Then to subiect my body to the shame Of such vild brutish and vnkindely lust. He that with fire and Brimstone did consume Sodome and other Citties round about. Deliuer vs from this soule-slaying sinne. To which our bodies are made prostitute, Deare salutations from my Lord the Pope, I recommend vnto your excellence, With semblable remembrance of his loue, To you my Lord Phillippo, Good Barnardo. My dutie bound vnto his Holynesse, Returne in paiment from his Captiue seruant. Ingenious Prince, I bring a friendly message Of tender kindnesse, which I must impart: This Ruby from our Holy-fathers finger, (In puate token of his faithfull loue) And there-withall, desireth of your loue, To haue with him some priuate conference. I was now going to our Ladies masse, In Saint Iohn Laterans; where my ghostly father Attendeth me for my confession. But thanke his Holynesse on my behalfe, In all due reuerence and humilitie. Tell him I meane—so soone as I returne, To come according to my bounden duty. My case is desperate, what shall I doe? Phillippo, was there euer any man Hunted with such vnsatisfied rage? What hath he sent againe to visit you? To visit me, nay to dishonor me, Behold this Ruby sent from his owne finger, Which as a Bawde inuiteth me to shame. Astor? what Astor? my delight my ioy, My starre, my triumph, my sweete phantasie, My more then sonne, my loue, my Concubine, Let me behold those bright Stars my ioyes treasure, Those glorious well attempred tender cheekes; That specious for-head like a lane of Lillies: That seemely Nose loues chariot triumphant, Breathing Panchaian Odors to my sences, That gratious mouth, betwixt whose crimosin pillo Venus and Cupid sleeping kisse together. That chin, the ball vow'd to the Queene of beauty, Now budding ready to bring forth loue blossoms, Astor Manfredi turne thee to my loue, Come hither Astor we must talke aboue. Betraid? a slaue to sinne? what shall I say? Most Holy father. Doe not mee forget: I am thy brother, and thy deerest friend, In iper yeares is pure and permanent, Grounded on iudgement, flowing from pure loue: Whereas the loue lightning from young desire, Fickle and feeble will not long hold fire, It is so violent it will not last. They'r blest whose louers loue when youth is past. To call you friend were too familiar, To call you brother sorts not with our yeares: To call you Father doth import some feare, Due to that age your Holinesse doth beare.