The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 45 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Here comes a fatal message, I must hence. My robes, my robes; he robs me of my robes, Bring me my robes, or take away my life, My robes, my life, my soul and all is gone. From the pale horror of eternal fire, Am I sent with the wagon of black Dis, To guide thy spirit to the gates of death, Therefore I summon thee to come with speed, For orisons now stand thee not instead. Horror and horror, fear ensueth fear, Torment with torments is Encompassed: Despair upon despair, damnation Upon damnation, hell and conscience, Murder lust avarice impiety, profanation and apostasy, Rage and distraction tyrannize: away, Away proud Lucifer, away. away, away. Holla, holla, holla, come, come, come, what, when, where when, why, deaf, strike, dead, alive, oh alas, oh alas, always burning, always freezing, always living, tormented, never ending, never, never, never mending, out, out, out, out, why, why, whether whether, thither. Thither, thither, thither. What is he dead? Dead, and in such a fashion, As much affrights my spirits to remember, Thunder and fearful lightning at his death, Out cries of horror and extremity. Cause all your bells to ring my lords of Rome, Rome is redeemed from a wicked Pope. God hath beheld us with his eyes of mercy, His name be glorified, join all in prayer, And give him praise that took away your shame. Go your procession, sing your litanies, A let your Churches through with multitudes, Banquets and bonfires through the City make. In sign our Church is freed from infamy, even as his spirit was inflate with pride, Behold his body puffed up with poison, His corpse shall be conveyed to saint Peeters, Open for all beholders, that they may See the reward of sin, amend and pray. Th'omnipotent great guider of all powers, (Whose essence is pure grace, and heavenly love, As he with glory crowns heroic actions, Bearing a taste of his eternal virtue) So semblably doth he with terror strike, In heavy vengeance sins detestable: As in this tragic mirror to your eyes, Our scene did represent in Alexander, Flagitious Caesar his ambitious son, Reserved for more calamities to come, After he was imprisoned by the Church, Escaped into the kingdom of Navarre, Unto King Iohn then brother to his wife: Where in an ambush at Viano slain, Just Nemesis repaid his treachery. Heroic and benevolent spectators, Your gracious ears, and curious observations, judicious censures, and sweet clemency, Have thus addressed our Tragic Theater, T'exchange contentment, for benignity: Humbly devoted to your good desires. For some delight, cause of discourse for others, For all example, and for none offence, Your favours are a royal recompense. Which when our lofty Muses shall perceive, Then in more pompous and triumphant state, Your eyes with glory shall the deed receive Of mighty Monarchs, Kings, and change of fate. By me those persons which our Scene presented, Kiss all your hands, and wish you well contented.
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Here comes a fatall message, I must hence. My roabes, my roabes; he robs me of my roabes, Bring me my roabes, or take away my life, My roabes, my life, my soule and all is gone. From the pale horror of eternall fire, Am I sent with the wagon of blacke Di, To guide thy spirit to the gates of death, Therefore I summon thee to come with speed, For horrizons now stand thee not insteed. Horror and horror, feare ensueth feare, Torment with tormentes is Incompassed: Dispaire vpon dispaire, damnation Vpon damnati, hell and consence, Muter lust aarice impiety, Vae prphnation and apotacie, Rage and distraction tranize: away, Away proud Lucifer, away. away, away. Holla, holla, holla, come, come, come, what, when, where when, why, deaf, strike, dead, aliue, oh alas, oh alas, alwaies burning, alwayes feezing, alwayes liuing, tormented, neuer ending, neuer, neuer, neuer mending, out, out, out, out, why, why, whether whether, thether. Thether, thether, thether. What is he dead? Dead, and in such a fashion, As much affrights my spirits to remember, Thunder and fearfull lightning at his death, Out cries of horror and extremity. Cause all your bells to ring my lords of Rome, Rome is redeemed from a wicked Pope. God hath beheld vs with his eyes of mercy, His name be glorified, ioyne all in prayer, And giue him praise that tooke away your shame. Goe your procession, sing your letinies, A let your Churches through with multitudes, Banquets and bonfiers through the Citty make. In signe our Church is freed from infamy, Euen as his spirit was inflate with pride, Behold his bodie puffed vp with poyson, His corps shall be conuaied to saint Peeters, Open for all beholders, that they may See the reward of sinne, amend and pray. Th'omnipotent great guider of all powers, (Whose essence is pure grace, and heauenly loue, As he with glorie crownes heroyick actions, Bearing a taste of his eternall vertue) So semblably doth he with terror strike, In heauie vengeance sinnes detestable: As in this tragike myrrour to your eyes, Our sceane did represent in Alexander, Flagicious Caesar his ambicious sonne, Reseru'd for more calamities to come, After he was imprisoned by the Church, Escap't into the kingdome of Nauarre, Vnto King Iohn then brother to his wife: Where in an ambush at Viano slaine, ust Nemesis repaide his treacherie. HEroicke and beneuolent spectators, Your gratious eares, and curious obseruations, Iuditious censures, and sweete clemencie, Haue thus addrest our Tragick Theater, T'exchange contentment, or benignitie: Humbly deuoted to your good desires. For some delight, cause of discourse for others, For all example, and for none offence, Your fauours are a royall recompence. Which when our loftie Muses shall perceiue, Then in more pompous and triumphant state, Your eyes with glory shall the deed receaue Of mightie Monarches, Kings, and change of fate. By me those persons which our Scene presented, Kisse all your hands, and wish you well contented.