The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 28 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Doting upon the whiteness of my brows? As that betwixt them stood the chair of state, Composed of ivory for the Paphian Queen: Sitting in comfort after amorous conquest. And kissed my forehead twenty thousand times. Oft have I wished the colour of this hair More bright, and not of such a Spanish die, And yet the Duke of Bourbon on his knees, As the divinest favour of this world, Did beg one lock to make a Bracelet, For which few hairs he garnished my head With jewels worth six thousand crowns at least. My beaming eyes yet full of Majesty, Dart love, and give bright luster to the glass, As when the sun beams touch a Diamond. The Prince of Salerne solemnly did swear, These eyes were quivers which such shafts did bear That were so sharp, and had such fiery touch, As Cupid's Arrows never had so much, The Rosy Garden of these amorous cheeks, My nose the gracious fort of conquering love, Breathing attractive odours to those lovers That languish and are vanquished with desire, Gonzaga calleth it the silver perch, Where Venus' turtles mutual pleasure search. Sweet mouth the Ruby port to Paradise Of my world's pleasure from whence issue forth, Many false brags, bold sallies, sweet supplies, A chin the matchless fabric of fair nature, A neck two breasts upon whose cherry nipples. So many sweet solutions Cupid sucked, Give me some blanching water in this bowl, Wash my face Motticilla with this cloth, So 'tis well now will I try these colours. Give me that oil of talc, Take sarsenet Motticilla smooth my forehead. I must delay this colour is it carnation right. Oh the true tincture of a damask rose, What is it excellent. Most full of life. And madame that's a precious lineament, As ever I beheld to smooth the brows. I will correct these arches with this mullet, Pluck not to hard, believe me Motticilla, You pluck to hard. I feel a foul stink in my nostrils, Some stink is vehement and hurts my brain, My cheeks both burne and sting give me my glass. Out out for shame I see the blood itself, Dispersed and inflamed, give me some water. My brains intoxicate my face is scalded. Hence with the glass: cool cool my face, rank poison, Is ministered to bring me to my death, I feel the venom boiling in my veins. Ah me dear Lady; what strange leprosy? The more I wash the more spreads on your face. Send to my father; call physicians in, Oh Candie where art thou my comforter, Dead and entombed; Lucrece must follow thee, I burn I burn, oh where is my dear Lord. My brains are seared up with some fatal fire. Dear Lady cheer yourself, be not dismayed, His Holiness in haste hath sent relief: His own Physician to recomfort you. For our dear lady's passion bring some water to cool my thirst. Madam you may not drink, Till you receive this one preservative.
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Doting vpon the whitenesse of my browes? As that betwixt them stood the chaire of state, Compos'd of Iuorie for the Paphian Queene: Sitting in comfort after amourous conquest. And kist my for-head twenty thousand times. Oft haue I wisht the coulour of this haire More bright, and not of such a Spanish dye, And yet the Duke of Bourbon on his knees, As the diuinest fauour of this world, Did beg one lock to make a Bracelet, For which few haires he garnished my head With Iewels worth six thousand crownes at least. My beaming eyes yet full of Maiesty, Dart loue, and giue bright luster to the glasse, As when the sunne beames touch a Diamond. The Prince of Salerne solemnly did sweare, These eies were quiuers which such shafts did beare That were so sharpe, and had such fierie touch, As Cupids Arrowes neuer had so much, The Rosie Garden of these amourous cheekes, My nose the gratious forte of conquering loue, Breathing attractiue odors to those louers That languish and are vanquisht with desie, Gonzaga calleth it the siluer pearch, Where Venus turtles mutuall pleasure search. Sweet mouth the uby port to Paradice Of my worlds pleasure from whence issue forth, Many fase brags, bold sallies, sweet supplies, A chinne the matchles fabricke of faire nature, A necke two brests vpon whose cherry niples. So many sweet solcions Cupid suckt, Giue me some blanching water in this boule, Wash my face Motticilla with this cloth, So tis well now will I try these collours. Giue me that oyle of Talck, Take sasnet Motticilla smooth my forehead. I must delay this colour is it carnation right. Oh the true tincture of a damask rose, What is it excellent. Most full of life. And madame thats a pretious liniment, As euer I beheld to smooth the browes. I will correct these arches with this mullet, Plucke not to hard, beleeue me Motticilla, You plucke to hard. I feele a foule stincke in my nostrells, Some stinke is vehement ad hurts my braine, My cheekes both burne and sting giue me my glasse. Out out for shame I see the blood it selfe, Dispersed and inflamed, giue me some water. My braines intoxicate my face is scalded. Hence with the glasse: coole coole my face, rancke poyson, Is ministred to bring me to my death, I feele the venime boyling in my veines. Ah me deere Lady; what strang leoprosie? The more I wash the more spreads on your face. Send to my father; call phisitions in, Oh Candie where art thou my comforter, Dead and intomb'd; Lucrece must follow thee, I burne I burne, oh where is my deere Lord. My braines are seard vp with some fatall fire. Deere Lady cheere your selfe, be not dismayd, His Holines in hast hath sent releife: His owne Phisition to recomfort you. For our deere Ladies passion bring some water to coole my thist. Madam you may not drinke, Till you receaue this one preseruatiue.