The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 26 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.79 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Ah that I never had been any father, But speak again, man speak the truth and fear not: Who slew thy brother Candie this last night, Who trained him forth who walked along with him. Am I the keeper of my brother's person. Execrable Cain; perfidious homicide, Apparent villain what canst thou design? Which I would know that thou canst hide from me. A plague upon your devils you deal with them, That watch more narrowly to catch your soul Than he which sought my brother Candy's death, You know that Sathan is the lord of lies A false accuser and dissembler, Tell your false liars they be lying Devils. Caesar no more, Caesar no more, thou know'st. What know I? That I know, dissemble not. Suppose you know, suppose in wrath & fury I killed my brother; can we mend it now? He was not fashioned for these busy times: He rests in peace, our peace rests in our swords. Caesar thou dost unkindly vex my soul, With rubbing up my secret miseries: Incurred by seeking to lift up thy head. Pull me not down good father with your conscience: Your conscience, father of my conscience is. My conscience is as like your conscience, As it were printed with the self-same stamp. I know my sins are burdenous, and bear them, Your sins more heinous, yet your robes conceal them. Out wicked and nefarious homicide. Upbraid me not, for if that Lamp burn dim, Which should give light to men in darkest night; How can they choose but must in shadows err, That follow the blind-glimmering thereof: Doth this one petty fault appear so grievous? Which if you well consider is no fault; He was an honest man, and fit for heaven: Whilst he lived here he breathed in misery; And would have been enlarged: I set him free, Now if I may compare your state with his, Or your condition with my quality, Have you not sold yourself unto the Devil, To be promoted to the Papacy: Have you not sold the livings of the Church? Are not your coffers crammed with beastly bribes, With foul extortion, and base Usury? Have ye not (since your inauguration) Poisoned and done to death six Cardinals; In devilish avarice to get their goods? Have you not (which is most abominable) Committed incest with your only daughter; And made me sin with her for company, That both might reign in hell for company? Did you not take of Georgio Bucciardo One hundred thousand Ducats from the Turk, To kill his brother Gemen Ottamon? Have you not kept the Pearl of Italie, Astor Manfredi that young virtuous Prince, In beastly lust, and filthy Sodomy. Blasting the blossom of his toward youth? Have you not now given order for the death Of my dear Sister, whom your passions caused To kill her latter husband Di Viselli, And robbed the noble Earl of his new spouse, Only to cloak your vile impiety, Caesar the Devil hath been thy Schoolmaster.
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Ah that I neuer had beene any father, But speake againe, man speake the truth and feare not: Who slew thy brother Candie this last night, Who traind him forth who walk'd along with him. Am I the keeper of my brothers person. Execrable Cain; perfidious Homecide, Apparant villaine what canst thou designe? Which I would know that thou canst hide from me. A plague vpon your diuills you deale with them, That watch more narrowly to catch your soule Then he which sought my brother Candies death, You know that Sathan is the lord of lies A false accuser and desembler, Tell your falce liers they be lying Diuils. Caesar no more, Caesar no more, thou knowst. What know I? That I know, dissemble not. Suppose you know, suppose in wrath & fury I killd my brother; can we mend it now? He was not fashion'd for these busie times: He rests in peace, our peace rests in our swords. Caesar thou do'st vnkindly vex my soule, With rubbing vp my secret miseries: Incur'd by seeking to lift vp thy head. Pull me not downe good father with your conscience: Your conscience, father of my conscience is. My conscience is as like your conscience, As it were printed with the selfe-same stampe. I know my sinnes are burthenous, and beare them, Your sinnes more hainous, yet your robes conceale them. Out wicked and nefarious homicide. Vpbraid me not, for if that Lampe burne dimme, Which should giue light to men in darkest night; How can they choose but must in shaddowes erre, That follovv the blind-glimering thereof: Doth this one petty fault appeare so grieuous? Which if you vvell consider is no fault; He vvas an honest man, and fitt for heauen: Whilste he liu'd here he breath'd in miserie; And vvould haue beene enlarg'd: I et him free, Novv if I may compare your state vvith his, Or your condition vvith my qualitie, Haue you not sold your selfe vnto the Diuill, To be promoted to the Papacie: Haue you not sould the liuings of the Church? Are not your coffers cram'd vvith beastly bribes, With foule extortion, and base Vsury? Haue yee not (since your inauguration) Poysoned and done to death six Cardinals; In diuilish auarice to get their goods? Haue you not (vvhich is most abhominable) Commited incest vvith your onely daughter; And made me sinne vvith her for company, That both might raigne in hell for company? Did you not take of Georgio Bucciardo One hundred thousand Ducats from the Turke, To kill his brother Gemen Ottamon? Haue you not kept the Pearle of Italie, Astor Manfred that young vertuous Prince, In beastly lust, and filthy Sodomie. Blasting the blossome of his toward youth? Haue you not now giuen order for the death Of my deere Sister, whom your passions caus'd To kill her latter husband Di Viselli, And robd the noble Earle of his new spowse, Onely to cloake your vile impiety, Caesar the Diuill hath bin thy Schole-maister.