The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 30 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
And yet we be beforehand with the Lady, Having surprised her treasure and her sons, As they were making their escape for Florence: What shall we try renowned general? And search her resolution. Shall we? doubt you not, Nay though the walls of Furly were of steel, These pledges should make passage for our powers, And what? shall we stoop for those twenty Ensigns, Which this last night have entered their Ports, Nay were they ten to one within those walls, Caesar (that carries Fortune in his Standard) Would make them give ground & subject themselves. Speak then at once renowned general, Shall we go soldier-like to work at first? Shall we salute her with our Cannon? What? no Barbarossa not without a parley, Fore-God I love her, and admire her valour, And till we find her words prove empty squibs, We give her all the noble rights of war, Summon a parley. What have we Pallas come upon these walls, To bring confusion of our companies: Doth proud Penthesilea live again, Which sometime raging in the Fields of blood, Made passage with her angry sword through millions. I tell thee Caesar son of Alexander A book befits thee better than a blade: Percase in scorn thou wilt reply the like, A distaff fits me better than a pike. Know Caesar had I now so many lives As here are stones or hairs upon your beards, I would forego them all before this honour, Which my dear Lord Riario did leave me, The pledge of my dear love his Children's patrimony. Speak in a milder key renowned Kate. I love you well and all brave Sforza's race Yet you must yield there is no remedy, It is the Churches right and I must have it. methinks a pulpit were more fit for thee, But didst thou ever read Saint Gregory: That he which hunteth for authority, Himself should govern direct and know well; He did a deed of danger that advanced thee, For proud ambition violates all right. Be not so bitter Kate a friend entreats you, But if entreaties will not, look upon me: Here standeth Cesar, the sharp scourge of Furly And were your fort fenced with as many men, As it is girt with stones Caesar would have it. Subdue them and make pillage of their goods And in resistance seal it with their bloods. What are your weapons sheathed in your throats? Is every word a sword then shake hands Caesar: Venture no further and we will be friends But if your words have accents in keen swords, And end in blood, than Caesar look on me: I with defiance turn swords in your throats, You shall not thrust that imputation Upon our fex, for I will fight it out So long as I can stand upon these walls. You would repent it, if you knew the worst, Consider Kate be well advised first.
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And yet we be before-hand with the Lady, Hauing surprized her treasure and her sonnes, As they were making their escape for Florence: What shall we trie renowned generall? And search her resolution. Shall wee? doubt you not, Nay though the walles of Furly were of steele, These pledges should make passage for our powers, And what? shall we stoope for those twenty Ensignes, Which this last night haue enter'd their Ports, Nay were they ten to one within those walles, Caesar (that carries Fortune in his Standerd) Would make them giue ground & subiect them-selues. Speake then at once renowned generall, Shall we go Souldier-like to worke at first? Shall we salute her with our Cannon? What? no Barbarossa not without a parlee, Fore-God I loue her, and admire her valour, And till we finde her words prooue empty squibs, We giue her all the noble rights of warre, Summon a parlee. What haue wee Pallas come vpon these walles, To bring confusion of our companies: Doth proud Penthesilea liue againe, Which some-time raging in the Fields of blood, Made passage with her angry sword through millions. I tell thee Csar sonne of Alexander A booke befits thee better then a blade: Percase in scorne thou wilt reply the like, A distaffe fits me better then a pike. Know Caesar had I now so many liues As here are stoanes or haires vpon your beards, I would forgo them al before this honor, Which my deere Lord Riario did leaue mee, The pledge of my deere loue his Childrens patrimony. Speake in a milder key renowned Kate. I loue you well and all braue Sforzaes race Yet you must yeeld there is no remedy, It is the Churches right and I must haue it. Me thinkes a pulpet were more fit for thee, But did'st thou euer reade Saint Gregory: That he which hunteth for authority, Himselfe should gouerne direct and know well; He did a deede of danger that aduanc'd thee, For proud ambition violates all right. Be not so bitter Kate a friend intreates you, But if intreaties will not, looke vpon mee: Heere standeth Csar, the sharpe scourge of Furly And were your fort fenc'd with as many men, As it is girt with stones Caesar would haue it. Subdue them and make pillage of their goods And in resistance seale it with their blouds. What are your weapons sheathed in your throates? Is euery word a sword then shake hands Caesar: Venter no futher and we will be friends But if your words haue accents in keene swords, And end in bloud, then Caesar looke on me: I with defiance turne swords in your throates, You shall not thrust that imputation Vpon our fex, for I will fight it ou So long as I can stand vpon these walls. You would repent it, if you knew the worst, Consider Kate be well aduised first.