The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 20 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 518 words
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Besides my Noble Lord. Papers both writ, and sealed with his hand Were found about him testifying this. Good Barbarossa pray my sister Lucrece, Here to encounter me with her good company: Somewhat I would in private talk with her. My Lord I will. High God be merciful. Thou that dost know the secrets of all hearts, If Lucrece (as my father doth suspect) Was privy to this murder of my life I can learn all she knows. But yet I will not either suspect, or urge her were it true Being indeed a violation of brotherhood & common humanity She maketh towards me— sister how fairs it with you? As with a dead Corpse in a Sepulchre Cold, lifeless, comfortless, oppressed with sorrow. Nor since my joy did leave me desolate Ever could I brook well this open air But still lamenting and disconsolate Kept up in Chamber, mourning for my Lord. What order took you for his funeral? He that alive was shrined in my breast, Now dead lives yet entombed in my thoughts, There is a model of it in my closet. Perform it decently with diligence. Brother methinks the air is cold and raw, And as you please let us confer within. Gladly dear sister with what haste you may, And I desire you noble Barbarosa To meet us at my Chamber after supper. My brother Caesar hath appointed with me Some business, and I crave your company. Thanks my good Lord: but matters of much moment, I have at that time with my Lord Caraffa; And I must speak this night with my Lord Caesar. Tell him I will attend by nine of clock. I will my good Lord. Farewell Barbarossa. joy to you both. My trembling liver throbs, my cold hearts heavy; My mind disturbed and I know not why But all as he will, heavens above for me. This is the black night, this the fatal hand: These are the bloody weapons which must be Witness and actors of this Tragedy. Now Frescobaldi play thy master's prize: Here is a rich purse crammed with red crusadoes Which doth inspire me with a martial spirit, Now could I combat with the devil tonight. First did I wash my liver, lungs, and heart. In Cretan wines and head strong Maluesie (Such as would make a coward fight with Mars) Then lest I should with any weapons drawn Be driven to danger of mine enemy; I practised my martial feats of fence: As for example if with arms unsheathed, I were to kill this conduct here I come. He makes a thrust, I with a swift passado, Make quick avoidance, and with this stoccado (Although he fence with all his finest force) Barred of his body thrust him in the throat. Grdrei ene, siguri honorenoli. Suppose this conduct or my duelist, Should falsify the foins upon me thus. Here will I take him, turning down this hand. Il punto verso indrizzato, thus. Admit he force me with his ambroccado Here I deceive then, with this passado And come upon him in the speeding place.
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Besides my Noble Lord. Papers both writ, and sealed with his hand Were found about him tstifying this. Good Barbarossa pray my sister Lucrece, Here to encounter me with her good company: Som-what I would in priuate talke with her. My Lord I will. High God be mercifull. Thou that doest know the secrets of al hearts, If Lucrece (as my father doth suspect) Was priuie to this murther of my life I can learne all she knowes. But yet I will not either suspect, or vrge her were it true Being indeede a violation of brother-hood & common humanity She maketh towards me—sister how faires it with you? As with a dead Corse in a Sepulcher Cold▪ liuelesse, comfortlesse, opprest with sorrow. Nor since my ioy did leaue me desolate Euer could I brooke well this open ayre But still lamenting and disconsolate Kept vp in Chamber, mourning for my Lord. What order tooke you for his funnerall? He that aliue was shrined in my brest, Now dead liues yet intombed in my thoughts, There is a modell of it in my closet. Performe it decently with dilligence. Brother me thinkes the ayre is cold and raw, And as you please let vs conferre within. Gladly deere sister with what hast you may, And I desire you noble Barbarosa To meete vs at my Chamber after supper. My brother Caesar hath appoynted with me Some businesse, and I craue your company. Thankes my good Lord: but matters of much moment, I haue at that time with my Lord Caraffa; And I must speake this night with my Lord Caesar. Tell him I will attend by nine of clocke. I will my good Lord. Farewell Barbarossa. Ioy to you both. My trembling liuer throbs, my cold hearts heauy; My mind disturbed and I know not why But all as he will, heauens aboue for me. This is the black night, this the fatall hand: These are the bloudy weapons which must be Witnesse and actors of this Tragedy. Now Frescobaldi play thy masters prize: Here is a rich purse cram'd with red crusadoes Which doth inspire me with a martiall spirit, Now could I combate with the diuill to night. First did I wash my liuer, lungs, and heart. In Cretane wines and head strong Maluese (Such as would make a coward fight with Mars) Then least I should with any weapons drawne Be driuen to danger of mine enemy; I practised my martiall fects of fence: As for example if with armes vnsheath'd, I were to kill this conduct here I come. He makes a thrust, I with a swift passado, Make quick auoydance, and with this stoccado (Although he fence with all his finest force) Bar'd of his body thrust him in the throate. Grdrei ene, siguri honorenoli. Suppose this conduict or my duellist, Should falsifie the foine vpon me thus. Here will I take him, turning downe this hand. Il punto verso indrizzato, thus. Admit he force me with his ambroccado Here I deceiue then, with this passado And come vppon him in the speeding place.