The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 23 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.63 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I am ashamed thou shouldst be general, To lead those forces that fight for the Church, And here show such faint hearted cowardice. Are you disposed to quarrel in the streets, Neither the time nor place serves instantly; To call you to some audit for these words. Abortive Coward borne before thy time, I will not brook thy foolish insolence. Col nuuolo la pioggia. Dear God revenge my wrongs, receive my soul. Let him receive thy soul when he thinks good, I'll take an order for thy burial. Help Frescobaldi let us heave him over, That he may fall into the river Tiber, Come to the bridge with him. Be what he will the villain's ponderous, Hath he some gold about him shall I take it? Take it were there a million of ducats, Thou hast done bravely Frescobaldi, Stretch thee, stretch out thine arms fear that he Fall not upon the arches. I'll wash him doubt you not of a new fashion. I think thou never hadst thy Christendom, Follow for Company pernicious villain. Hold hold, Coxwounds my Lord hold, The devil go with you both for company. Now Caesar Muster up thy wits together. Summon thy senses and advance thyself, Ware and Earth have interposed their bodies, Betwixt the worlds bright eye and this black murder. Sweet silent night (guarded with secret stars) Keep silence, and conceal this Tragedy; Saturn is lord ascendant of this hour, Propitious patron of assassinates murders, Parricides, and massacres: Lord of my birth, auspicious to my life, This is my first degree to domination. Who can, or (if they could) who dare suspect, How Caesar Borgia killed his brother Candie? This is infallible, that many crimes Lurk underneath the robes of Holiness: And underneath my Purple tunicle This fact concealed is: Ascanio Sforza Shall strangely (by some wily policies) Be brought into suspect for Candy's death. Sister Lucretia thou must follow next: My father's shame and mine, endeth in thee. Now show thyself true Caesar; Caesar shall Either live Caesar like, or not at all. Death and blood only lengthen out our scene. These be the visible and speaking shows, That bring vice into detestation, Unnatural murders▪ cursed poisonings, Horrible exorcism, and Invocation, In them examine the reward of sin. What follows, view with gentle patience. Fore-god 'tis Candie, 'tis Candy I know 'tis Candie, Where is that traitorous homicide? where is he? I cannot see him: he shall not scape me so▪ I must and will find him, though he were invisible, Appear appear; not yet; ha and Candy murdered too, Let me look forth. Oh, oh, very good very good: well I perfectly perceive. By this descension of Arctophilax, What time of night it is, sorrow give place; Revenge in blood and fiery sacrifice, Commandeth: nature now prevents her current: yield, Let us adore the second eye of heaven, Bright Armatas increaseth she, is not combust. O sacred season for nocturnal Ceremonies.
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I am asham'd thou should'st be generall, To lead those forces that fight for the Church, And heere shew such faint harted cowardize. Are you dspos;d to quarrell in the streets, Neither the time nor place serues instantly; To call you to some audit for these words. Abortiue Coward borne before thy time, I will not brooke thy foolish insolence. Col nuuolo la pioggia. Deere God reuenge my wrongs, receaue my soule. Let him receaue thy soule when he thinkes good, Ile take an order for thy buriall. Helpe Frescobaldi let vs heaue him ouer, That he may fall into the riuer Tiber, Come to the bridge with him. Be what he will the villaine's ponderous, Hath he some gould about him shall I take it? Take it were there a million of duckets, Thou hast done brauely Frescobali, Stretch thee, streth out thine armes feare that he Fall not vpon the arches. Ile wash him doubt you not of a new fashion. I thinke thou neuer hadst thy Christendome, Follow for Company prenitious villaine. Hold hold, Coxwounds my Lord hold, The diuell goe with you both for company. Now Caesar Muster vp thy wittes together. Summon thy sences and aduance thy selfe, Ware and Earth haue interpos'd their bodies, Betwixt the worldes bright eye and this blacke murther. Sweete silent nigt (gurded with secret starres) Keepe silence, and coale this Tragedie; Sature is lord ascendant f this hower, Propitious patron of assassiates O murters, Paracides, and massacres: Lord of my birth, auspitious to my life, This is my irst degree to dmination. Who can, or (if they could) who dare suspect, How Caesar Borgia kild his brother Candie? This is infallbe, that many crimes Lurke vnderneath the robes of Holinesse: And vnderneath my Purple tunicle This fact concealed is: Ascanio Sforza Shall strangely (by some wilie policies) Be brought nto suspect for Candies death. Sister Lucretia thou must follow next: My fathers shame and mine, endeth in thee. Now shew thy selfe true Caesar; Caesar shall Either liue Caesar like, or not at all. Death and bloud onely lengthen out our Scoene. These be the visible and speaking shewes, That bring vice into detestation, Vnnaturall murthers▪ cursed poysonings, Horrible exorcisme, and Inuocation, In them examine the rewarde of sinne. What followes, view with gentle patience. Fore-god 'tis Candie, 'tis Candy I know 'tis Candie, Where is that traiterous homicide? where is hee? I cannot see him: hee shall not scape me so▪ I must and will finde him, though he we inuisible, Appeare appeare; not yet; ha and Candy murthered too, Let me looke forth. Oh, oh, very good very good: well I perfectly peceiue. By this descention of Arctophilax, What time of night it is, sorrow giue place; Reuenge in blood and fierie sacrafice, Commaundeth: nature now preuents her current: yeeld, Let vs adore the second eye of heauen, Bright Armatas increaseth she, is not combust. O sacred season for nocturnall Ceremonies.