The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 41 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T56 Magic, spells and conjuring · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T56: magic, faustus, charms, charm, conjure, spirits, skill, ho, power, spells.
yourself are master of this feast, I drink a good success and victory, To Caesar and great happiness to all. Happy success and fortune to you all. Hold Caesar; stay for we are poisoned, My Lord it is all of. Then art thou quite undone. Some villainous conspiracy lies hid Within this company, and this pernicious villain Hath practised with them; go with thy soul to hell, I feele the raging of i. Away my Lord Modina come away, This train was laid of purpose for our lives. Our refuge and defence is from above, Let Sathan work, he never shall prevail. How doth my gracious Lord. Oh very sick: bring me preservatives, I think I have as good as any man. My Lord Bentivogli take here my keys, You know my study, search my Cabinet, There shall you find a little Crystal phial, Wrapped up in Sarsenet bring it hither straight, I feel Vesonus raging in my guts. Here Caesar taste some of this precious water, Against all plague, poison, and pestilence A present help: I bought it of a Iew, Borne and brought up in Galilee. My Lord it is too forcible and hot. The flames of Mongibell consume my liver, Bring me to some repose. Comfort yourself my Lord. Cesar take rest, Send for Physicians, all my fear remains That Caesar shall miscarry. And all my grief that both. Noble Bentivogli withdraw we both, Unto my Chamber, I am very sick. Belchar, Belchar, Belchar; Varca, Varca, Varca, Astaroth, Astaroth, Astaroth. Let Orcus Erebus and Acheron, And all those Ghosts which haunt the pitchy vaults Of coal black hags in Cimmerian shades Muster themselves in numbers numberless, To dance about the Ghost of Alexander. Our fiery region void of all religion, And devilish order by necessity, Compelled requires his present policy. That fatal wine which for his Cardinals, He destined I took out of the place: And placed his own wine for those Cardinals. The date of his damnation is at hand. Be ready then for I the first will bear, As swift as whirlwind his black soul to Styx. And I with poisoned toads will stop his mouth, Whose heart was never satisfied with lust. And I with snakes and stinging Scorpions Will scourge him for his pride and insolence. And I with force of fiends will hall his limbs, And pull them till he stretch an anchor length. And for his avarice I will fill his paunch, With store of molten gold and boiling lead. Then let us for his sake a hornpipe tread. You talk of penance and of penitence, Compunction with contrition and remission For all my sins; I pray you think of yours You vex yourselves too much I cannot thank you, Have patience sirs; oh 'tis a goodly exorcism Quem penitet peccasse paene est innocens Give leave, give leave, come hither when I call Either mere fools or good physicians all. Nay leave me good my lords, fain would I meditate, Leave me I pray you.
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Csar your selfe are master of this east, I drinke a good successe and victory, To Caesar and great happines to all. Happy successe and fortune to you all. Hold Caesar; stay for wee are poysoned, My Lord it is all of. Then art thou qute vndone. Some villanous conspiracie lyes hid Within this company, and this pernicious villaine Hath practiz'd with the; goe with thy soule to hell, I feele the raging of i. Away my Lord Modina come away, Thi trae was laide of purpose or our liues. Our reuge and defence is from aboue, Let Sathan worke, he neuer shall preuaile. How doth my gratious Lord. Oh very ick bring me preseruatiues, I thinke I haue s good a any man. My Lord entiugli take heere my keyes, You know my study, search my Cabbinet, There shall you finde a little Christall Phiall, Wrapt vp in Sarcenet bring i hether straight, I feele Vesonus raging in my guttes. Heere Csar taste some of this precious water, Against all plague, poison, and pestilence A present helpe: I bought it of a Iew, Borne and brought vp in Galily. My Lord it is too sorceable and hotte. The flames of Mongibell consume my liuer, Bring me to some repose. Comfort your selfe my Lord. Csar take rest, Send for Physitions, all my feare remaines That Caesar shall miscarry. And all my griefe that both. Noble Bentiuogli with-draw we both, Vnto my Chamber, I am very sick. Belchar, Belchar, Belchar; Varca, Varca, Varca, Astaroth, Astaroth, Astaroth. Let Orcus Erebus and Acheron, And all those Ghosts which haunt the pitchy vaultes Of cole black hags in Cimerian shades Muster themselues in numbers numberlesse, To daunce about the Ghost of Alexander. Our firy region voyd of all religion, And diuilish order by necessity, Compell'd requires his present policy. That fatall wine which for his Cardinalls, He destined I tooke out of the place: And plac'd his owne wine for those Cardinalls. The date of his damnation is at hand. Be ready then for I the first will beare, As swist as wirl-winde his black soule to Stix. And I with poysned toads will stop his mouth, Whose heart was neuer satisfied with lust. And I with snakes and stinging Scorpions Will scourge him for his pride and insolence. And I with force of fiends will hall his limmes, And pull them till he stretch an achor length. And for his auarice I will fill his paunch, With store of moulten gold and boyling leade. Then let vs for his sake a horne-pipe treade. You talke of pennance and of penitence, Compunction with contrition and remission For all my sinnes; I pray you thinke of yours You vex your selues too much I cannot thank you, Haue patience sirs; oh tis a goodly exorcisme Quem penitet peccasse paene est innocens Giue leaue, giue leaue, come hither when I call Eyther mere fooles or good phisitions all. Nay leaue me good my lords, faine would I meditate, Leaue me I pray you.