The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 24 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
This joyous quarter is in Casmaran. ha. What hour of night is't? why 'tis Salem, twelve a cloak, What are our angels this quarter? Gargatel Tariel Gaviel. How goodly these augurize fair auspices of truth, Now mounts bright Athaman in his golden ascension, Direct in opposition with our hemispher, And now there hour with them is Aetalon: Bernardo bring hither thy white robes of sanctity, Hast thou Coals ready burned bring in my Thurible, And sense about this sanctified place, For here Festativi must have her honour. Candie my son is murdered, Candie my son, Candie my son is murdered: I will raise All the great devils to show the murderer, Even as thou lov'dst my son haste and dispatch, Hast and dispatch it as thou lovest my soul. 'tis not yet yawn by three quarters of an hour, What are our Angels of this night? Michael, Dardael, Huratipel In a triumphant car of burning gold, Crowned with a circlet of black ebony, And with a mace of jet King Varca rides. Attended with his ministers of state, Andas and Cynaball. Fit dismal times for our solemnities. Put on my robes give me my Pentacle, Cense well Barnardo: bring me some fire in an earthen vessel Now must I labour like a collier's horse. My precious best approved and trusty servant, Hence in all haste betake thee to thy beads, Whilst these dark works of horror are in hand, Red Sandal is my fumigation. I conjure thee by these aforesaid names, That thou receive no phantasmatic illusions. What would great Alexander have with us, That from our fiery region millions of leagues, Beneath the sulphurous bottom of Abyss, Where Mammon tells his ever tried gold, Thou call'st me from strong business of high state, From sure subversions and mutations Of mighty Monarchs, Emperors, and Kings, From plotting bloody fields and massacres, Triumphant treasons and assassinates. What's thy demand? I charge thee by the four recited names, And by the dreadfull title of great Phaa. By which all creatures are sure sealed up, By which the prince of darkness and all powers, In earth and hell do tremble and fall down, Show me the shape of that condemned man, Which murdered my son the duke of Candy. Keep a firm station stir not for thy life, Expect a messenger of trust stand fast, Sent from the foggy lake of fearful Styx. Am I commanded by that puissant monarch, Which rides triumphing in a chariot, On misty black clouds mixed with quenchless fire, Through uncouth corners in dark paths of death, To do what thou demandest. Then by the dreadful names of Amioram, Titepand Sadai show me that damned child of reprobation. Which this night murdered the duke of Candie. Keep a firm station stir not for thy life, Hold, hold, hold, hold; per todos santos now no more, Caesar hath killed a brother and a father.
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This ioyeous quarter is in Casmaran. ha. What hower of night ist? why tis Salem, twelue a cloke, What are our angells this quarter? Gargatel Tariel Gauiel. How goodly these augurize faire auspices of truth, Now mountes bright Athaman in his goulden ascention, Direct in opposition with our hemispher, And now there hower with them is Aetalon: Bernardo bring hither thy white robes of sanctity, Hast thou Coles ready burnt bring in my Thurible, And sence about this sanctified place, For heere Festatiui must haue her honor. Candie my sonne is murthered, Candie my sonne, Candie my sonne is murthered: I will raise All the great diuills to shew the murtherer, Euen as thou lou'dst my sonne hast and dispatch, Hast and dispatch it as thou louest my soule. Tis not yet yawne by three quarters of an hower, What are our Angels of this night? Michael, Dardael, Huratipel In a triumphant carre of burning gold, Crownd with a circlet of blacke hebeny, And with a mace of Iet King Varca rides. Attended with his ministers of state, Andas and Cynaball. Fit dismall times for our solemnities. Put on my robes giue me my Pentacle, Cense well Barnardo: bring me some fire in an earthen vessell Now must I laboure like a collyers horse. My pretious best approu'd and trusty seruant, Hence in all hast be-take thee to thy beads, Whist these darke workes of horror are in hand, Red Sandll is my umigation. I coniure thee by these aforesaid names, That thou receaue no phantasmatike illusions. What would great Alexander haue with vs, That from our fiery region millions of leagues, Beneath the sulphuros bottome of Abisse, Where Mammon tells his euer tryed gould, Thou call'st me from strong busines of high state, From sure subuersions and mutations Of mighty Monarches, Emperors, and Kings, From plotting bloody feilds and massacres, Triumphant treasons and assassinates. Whats thy demand? I charge thee by the fower recited names, And by the dreadfull title of great Phaa. By which all creatures are sure sealed vp, By which the prince of darknes and all powers, In earth and hell doe tremble and fall downe, Shew me the shape of that condemned man, Which murthered my sonne the duke of Candy. Keepe a firme station stir not for thy life, Expect a messenger of trust stand fast, Sent from the foggy lake of fearefull stix. Am I comaunded by that puissant monarch, Which rides tryumphing in a charriot, On misty blacke clouds mixt with quenchles fire, Through vnquoth corners in darke pathes of death, To doe what thou demandest. Then by the dreadfull names of Amioram, Titepand Sadai shew me that damned childe of reprobation. Which this night murthered the duke of Candie. Keepe a firme station stir not for thy life, Hold, hold, hold, hold; per todos santos now no more, Caesar hath kill'd a brother and a father.