The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 36 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Now that by cunning force and policy, All the free states and cities of Romania subjected are unto the Church of Rome. And that our pikes and swords in blood and slaughter, Are stained and sheathed quiet in our scabbards, Our blood and wounds staunched and bound up in scarfs, Let us for this could season of the year, Rest us and cheer ourselves till the next spring. And then march forward with alacrity. Brave Barbarossa take these soldiers, Unto some quarter where by sound of drum, According to their muster give them pay, Let them be satisfied and so discharged. Fellows in arms faithful and valiant, I thank you for your pains and honesties, In token of our good heart to your service, we give each common soldier more than pay, Two ducats: and all other officers. According to their place redoubled, With many thanks for your exceeding valour, Assuring you that in these wars with us, Caesar shall make you Captains of your spoils, And so doth he commend you to your ease. A Caesar a Caesar God save Caesar. Sirrah come hither you must wait on me. My good Lord Cardinal and Bentivoli, Much thanks and dear acceptance of your loves, I lovingly return for your great pains. His Holiness gave us in serious charge, To give you greeting and withal prepares A sumptuous feast for that solemnity. To which he doth invite the Cardinals With other Lords your favourers in Rome. Humbly commend my duty to my father Tell him this night I purpose to be with him, Tell him I live in health and touching these, I pray you certify his Holiness, I will have special care: and so my Lords For a small season I will take my leave. We do congratulate your safe return. Come hither Baglioni speak sincerely, know'st thou Brandino Rotsi th'apothecary. What I my gracious Lord? know I myself? How should I know that sir? May it please your highness he serves his Holiness. He did indeed sometime and for his villainies, Is worthily cast of; but tell me sirrah: Thou dost remember how for breach of arms When thou didst stab a certain lancepresado: I pardoned thee thy life. True my good Lord I very well remember, He was a lousy villain, marry was he, And if he lived yet such is my stomach, That were he chopped in mammocks I could eat him: But for that honour in a soldiers word He spend my life to do your highness service. Hast thou thy piece then ready. Oh my good Lord lies fix, sound as a bell, With all my warlike furniture beside Good flask and touchbox, a Valentia blade A slavish dagger, powder of Rheims and bullets Here they been.
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Now that by cunning force and pollicie, All the free states and citties o Romania Subiected are vnto the Church of Rome. And that our pikes and swordes in blood and slaughter, Are staind and sheath'd quiet in our scaberds, Our blood and wounds stanch'd and bound vp in scarfs, Let vs for this could season of the yeare, Rest vs and cheere our selues till the next spring. And then march forward with alacrity. Braue Barbarossa take these souldiers, Vnto some quarter where by sound of drum, According to their muster giue them pay, Let them be satisfied and so dischargd. Fellowes in armes faithfull and valiant, I thanke you for your paines and honesties, In token of our good heart to your seruice, Wee giue each common soldier more then pay, Two ducates: and all other officers. According to their place redoubled, With many thankes for your exceeding valor, Assuring you that in these warres with vs, Caesar shall make you Captaines of your spoyles, And so doth he commend you to your ease. A Caesar a Caesar God saue Caesar. Sirra come hether you must wayte on me. My good Lord Cardinall and Bentiuoli, Much thankes and deere acceptance of your loues, I louingly returne for your great paines. His Holinesse gaue vs in serious charge, To giue you greeting and withall prepares A sumpteous east for that solemnity. To which he doth inuite the Cardinalls With other Lords yor fauourers in Rome. Humbly commend my duty to my father Tell him this night I purpose to be with him, Tell him I liue in health and touching these, I pray you certifie his Holinesse, I will haue speciall care: and so my Lords For a small season I wil take my leaue. We do congratulate your safe returne. Come hither Baglioni speake sincerely, Knowst thou Brandino Rotsi th'apothecary. What I my gratious Lord? know I my selfe? How should I know that sir? May it please your highnes he serues his Holines. He did indeed somtime and for his villanies, Is wortily cat of; but tell me sirra: Thou do'st remembr how for breach of armes When thou didst stab a certaine lance-prizado: I pardon'd thee ty life. True my good Lord I very well remember, He was a lowsie villaine, marry was he, And if he liued yet such is my stomacke, That were he chopt in mammockes I could eate him: But for that honour in a souldiers word He spend my life to do your highnesse seruice. Hast thou thy peece then ready. Oh my good Lord lies fix, sound as a bell, With all my warlike furniture beside Good flask and touch-box, a Valentia blade A slauish dagger, powder of Rhemes and bulletes Here they beene.