The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 27 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I pass your secret counsel with the devil, Your Avarice, ambition, perfidy, Your bloody plots, inhuman cruelty, Why then upbraid ye me with Candy's death? A bastard of our house, degenerate, In whom no spark or spiracle of honour, Appeared to raise the race of Borgia. But had I been Lieutenant of your forces, This arm had conquered all Romania, France before this had trembled, Spain had stooped, The Roman Emperor had fawned upon us. King Charles had been restrained, Frederick expulsed, And Naples had been made our heritage. A triple joy succeeds a single grief, I have engaged all to make Caesar great, Caesar it suiteth with thy grace and glory, To cloak my vices, I will pardon thine, Let one of us excuse another's crimes, And for this bloody fact so lately done. As thou didst cunningly begin proceed, To lay the guilt or imputation On them whose death may do thee benefit: And never was my soul better contented, Then that our woes are with rich hopes prevented. Now stands Romania subject to my sword. Imola furli, Camerine, and Urbine Shall have the first charge, if I there succeed, Have forward farther with a better speed, Caesar o nullo written in my guidon, When with my troops victoriously I ride on. Holla Bernardo, call in Caraffa with Bentivoly: Ay now now now, my precious boy, my Caesar, Prosecute as thou hast begun, With Art, look sullen and demure, Hold down thy head, like one swollen up with sorrow, They come, they come, say that those arms were put on, In revenge of Candy's death. The sovereign medicine of things past cure, Is for to bear with patience and forget, Caesar hath vowed revenge for Candy's death, And in regard of Caesar's piety, I make him general in his brother's place. And never shall I sheathe this sword in peace Till it have wrought upon the murderer. Happy success accompany my Lord, And in your battles give you victory. Is order taken for his funerals. Bentivoli take you no thought for that, That is the greatest care, which troubles me. Come on my Lords, we will advise within, For I must have your counsels in my grief. Kind Lodowick hadst thou presented me, With Persian clothes of gold or Tinsilry, With rich Arabian Odours, precious stones, Or what brave women hold in highest price, Could not have been so gracious as this tincture, Which I more value than my richest jewels, Oh Motticilla. Bring me some mixtures and my dressing boxes, This night I purpose privately to sup With my Lord Cardinal of Capua. Bring me some blanching water in this bowl. Here I perceive a little riveling Above my forehead but I wimple it Either with jewels or a lock of hair, And yet it is as white as the pure snow: O God when that sweet marquess Mantova, Did in Ferrara feast my Lord and me, What rich comparisons and similes, He with ingenious fantasy devised,
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I passe your secret counsell with the diuill, Your Auarice, ambition, perfidie, Your bloudie plots, inhumane crueltie, Why then vpbrayd yee mee with Candies death? A bastard of our house, degenerate, In whom no sparke or spiracle of honor, Appear'd to raise the race of Borgia. But had I beene Lieutenant of your forces, This arme had conquer'd all Romania, France before this had trembled, Spaine had stoop'd, The Romaine Emperor had faun'd vpon vs. King Charles had beene restraind, Frederick expulsd, And Naples had beene made our heritage. A triple ioy succeeds a single griefe, I haue engag'd all to make Caesar great, Caesar it suteth with thy grace and glory, To cloake my vices, I will pardon thine, Let one of vs excuse an others crimes, And for this bloudy fact so lately done. As thou didst cunningly begin proceed, To lay the guilt or imputation On them whose death may doe thee benefit: And neuer was my soule better contented, Then that our woes are with rich hopes preuented. Now stands Romania subiect to my sword. Imola furli, Camerine, and Vrbine Shall haue the first charge, if I there succeed, Haue forward farther with a better speed, Caesar o nullo written in my guydon, When with my troopes victoriously I ride on. Holla Bernardo, call in Caraffa with Bentiuoly: Ay now now now, my precious boy, my Caesar, Prosecute as thou hast begunne, With Arte, looke sullaine and demure, Hold downe thy head, like one swolne vp with sorrow, They come, they come, say that those armes were put on, In reuenge of Candies death. The soueraigne medicine of things past cure, Is for to beare with patience and forget, Caesar hath vowde reuenge for Candies death, And in regarde of Caesars piety, I make him generall in his brothers place. And neuer shall I sheath this sword in peace Till it haue wrought vpon the murtherer. Happy successe accompany my Lord, And in your battles giue you victory. Is order taken for his funerals. Bentiuoli take you no thought for that, That is the greatest care, which troubles me. Come on my Lords, we will aduise within, For I must haue your counsels in my griefe. Kinde Lodowike hadst thou presented me, With Persian clothes of gold or Tinsilry, With rich Arabian Odors, pretious stones, Or what braue women hold in highest price, Could not haue beene so gracious as this tincture, Which I more valew then my richest iewels, Oh Motticilla. Bring me some mixtures and my dressing boxes, This night I purpose priuately to sup With my Lord Cardinall of Capua. Bring me some blanching water in this bowle. Here I perceiue a little riueling Aboue my for-head but I wimple it Either with iewels or a lock of haire, And yet it is as white as the pure snow: O God when that sweet Marques Mantoua, Did in Ferrara feast my Lord and mee, What rich comparisons and similies, He with ingenious fantasie deuis'd,