To be possessed of this vniuerse And leaue it all behind him in a moment Might some one man attaine that happinesse Which our first Adam had in Parradice Before he did preuaricate why then It were a worke of lasting worthinesse To rippe the bowells of our mother Ops For treasure and to conquer all the world Because eternity would promise it Out out alas my paines my guttes my liuer And yet I feare it not though in security Once more I will with powrefull exorcismes Inuoke those Angells of eternall darkenesse To shew me now the manner of death Alexander draweth the Curtaine of his studie where hee discouereth the diuill sitting in his pontificals Alexander crosseth himselfe starting at the sight Diu. What dost thou start foule child of reprobation Vaine are thy crosses vaine all exorcismes Those be no fruites of faith but mere hypocrisie Signa te signa temeré me tangis angis Roma tibi subito motibus ibit amor Rome Which once was thy gorgeous concubine Hath now forsaken thee now doth she finde Thy falshood which did her adulterate What dost thou tremble slaue of sinne and hell Alexander taketh his booke of Magicke the Diuil laugheth Alex. I exorcise thee foule malignant spirit In the names of of of Diuil Of what foule mouth poluted soule Corrupted flesh God hath forsaken thee Thy date expired it thy powre determined Alex. Dissolue dissolue break breake black soule dissolue And poyson all this hem so here with sinne Diu. Thy death and dissolution stand at dore Resolue now to dissolue thy soule is ours Alex. Proud Lucifer Traytor to great Iehouah Father of lies my time is not expir'd I will not do that violence to God Taking that which is his from him To be bestow'd on his great enemy Diu. Thou that hast throwne those graces in his face How canst thou think vpon saluation Think that th' art damn'd I will declare it plainely They sit togither Alex. Seauen years are yet to come I look for them Diu. Examine thy soule with this counterparte Alex. Behold it is it not for eight years 8 daies Diu. Thou foole examine in Arithmetik Numbers without distinction placed thus Annos with the figure 11. signifying eleuen years the figure Seauen applyed to Dies importing seauen daies Alex. How how how how howe 's that Deh quella malitia del Diabolo Deh quello veleno del inferuno And for what stands this figure then Diu. Why for eighteene this figure stands for octauo referred vnto di◠last before signifying th' eight day after so that Annos vndicem without distinction signifying eleauen years and this figure seauen added to daies and that octauo post importing the eight day following moriere thou shalt die I meane thy bodie with thy soule in respect of Heauen Thus many daies hast thou continued Pope And this is thy last day design'd by fate Alex Thou canst not mock me with thy Sophistrie My soule is more diuine and cannot perish Diuil Thy soule foule beast is like a Menstruous cloath Poluted with vnpardonable sinnes Alex. Know then malignant Angell of confusion My soule is a diuine light first created In liknesse liuely formed to the word Which word was God that God the cause of causes My soule is substance of the liuing God Stampt with the seale of heauen whose Carracter Is his eternall word at which hell trembles Diuil And what of that thou therein hast no part I do confesse thy soule was first ordayn'd To good but by free-will to sinne thou slaue Hast sold that soule from happinesse to hell Alex. Marke yet what I can answer for this soule Mightie Iehouah most exuperant Two creatures made in feature like himselfe The world and man world reasonable and immortall Man reasonable but dissoluble and mortall And therefore man was called Microcosmus The little world and second tipe of God Conteyning those high faculties and functions And elements which are within the world Man then that doth participate with all Through operation conuersation and simbolisation With matter in the subiect properly With th' elements in body quadrifarie With growing plants in vertue vegitatiue In sence with beasts with heauens by th' influence Of the superiour spirits into th' inferiour In wisedome and capacitie with Angels With Eloym in that great continent Is without doubt preserued by that God Finding all things conteined in himselfe Diuil Answer me vaine Philosopher to this Thou that hast planted man in this perfection Not looking on thy detestable soule Which first like a pure leafe of whitest Lilly Cleere from all blemish was bestow'd by God And thou foule beast didst shamefully polute it Is it not one of humaine faculties To propose for your selues the best you can Where other creatures carryed with blinde force Make them-selues bond-slaues to the present time The scope of mans creation was to glorifie The most all potent maker of all things The Alpha and Omega of all bountie But he that wilfully betrayes this soule That pretious Iewell wherein God delights Dishonors God and doth depriue himselfe Of all saluation and beatitude Alex. Rest with this answer that my soule is Gods Whose habitacle is prepar'd in heauen First it doth know God being figured According to that Image of himselfe And then the world whose liuely shape it beares And to conclude the soule of man knowes all Because with all things it doth simbolize For in this Man there is a minde intelligent A quickning word and a celestiall spirit That like a lightning euery way diffused All things which are made by the mighty power Vniteth moueth and replenisheth Diu. These things should haue beene thought vpon before The summum bonum which liues in the soule Is an eternall pleasure to behold And haue fruition of the mightie power Which thou didst neuer see nor canst enioy Alex. Pawse yet a little let me meditate Alexander holdeth vp his hands wringing and softly crying Mercy mercy mercy arise arise vp vp vp fy fy no no stirre stubburne stonie stiff indurate heart not yet vp why what wilt thou not foule traytor to my soule not yet The Diuill laugheth Arise arise aduaunce heart clogg'd with sinne Oppressed with damnation vp aduaunce yet Wilt thou not stirre stiffe heart what am I damn'd Yet a little yet a little oh yet not yet alas High God of heauens and earth if thou beare loue Vnto the soule of sinfull man shew mercy Mercy good Lord oh mercy mercy mercy Oh saue my soule out of the Lyons pawes My darling from the denne of blacke damnation My soule my doue couer with siluer wings Her downe and plumage make of fine tryed gould Help help help aboue stirre stirre stupiditie Diu. He charmes in Dauids words with Iudas spirit Alex. It will not no it will not yet alas no no no is that my sentence to damnation I am vndone vndone Diuill He shall dispaire vassall of sinne and hell Prouide thy selfe in black dispaire to dwell He ceazeth on his face
stoppeth his mouth pulleth out his dagger and offereth to gagge him Lu. Peace wretched villaine then reciue this quickly Or by the liuing powers of heauen I le kill thee She â—aggeâ—â— him and taketh a paper out of her boosome Take pen and incke t is not to make thy will For if then wilt subscribe I will not kill T is but to cleere those scandalls of my shame With which thy iealousie did me defame Gismonde subscribeth So now that part is playd what followes now Thou Ribbauld Cuckcold Rascall Libeller Pernicious Lecher voide of all performance Periurious Coxcombe foole now for those wrongs Which no great spirit could well tollerate Come I with mortall vengeance on thy soule Take this for sclandring of his Holinesse My blessed father and my brother Caesar She stabbeth With incest this take for my brother Candy And this for Noble Sphorza whom thou wrongest And since the time is shorte I will be shorte For locking vp of me calling me whore Setting espialls tending at my taile Take this and this this to make amends three stabs togither And put thee from thy paines She vnbindeth him layeth him on the grownd putteth the dagger in his hand a paper on his knee taking certaine papers out of his pocket putteth in others in their steede conuaieth away the chaire Now will my father Alexander say That I did take the best and safest way And Caesar will approue it with his heart That Lucrece hath perform'd a cunning parte If others aske who Gismonde kild or why It was himselfe repenting iealousie Exit Lucretia Barbarossa knocketh at a dore Bar. Holla within there Why fellowes Sâ—ruinâ—man Heere my Lord Bar. What is my Lord Viselli stirring yet My Lord the Pope expects him and the ambassadors Of Naples craue his company Enter Bar. and Seruingman Ser. My Lord I haue not seene him yet this morning Bar. Is not your Lady Lucrec stirring yet Ser. No my good Lord I thinke shee be not yet come from her chamber her custome is not to be seene so soone Bar. T is well t is wel let her take case in gods name But make hast call vp my Lord thy maister honest fellow Ser. With patience of your Lordship I will speake For three daies space I did finde in my Lord Passionate motions and strange melancholie 'T may be his solitude hath drawne him forth I will first looke the garden and the galleries Bar. Do my good friend I will expect thee in this parler here As Barbarossa goes on hee findeth Viselli murthered vpon the ground and starteth Fellow come backe come back fellow come back Your Lord 〈◊〉 murthred here call vp your Lady Call in your fellow seruants Dâ—h anta Croce 〈…〉 grasped in his fatall hand 〈…〉 some violence wrought on himselfe 〈…〉 much violate her selfe 〈…〉 wrought by bloudy Borgiaes race 〈…〉 the 〈◊〉 hypochrisie Iusâ—â—â—e 〈…〉 â—â—me and inâ—eruâ—able Reâ—â—aleâ—â—t oh 〈◊〉 it in thy mercy Enter Lucrecia with Monticilla Luc. Where 〈◊〉 my Lord my deare Lord Bâ—r. Fairy Lady Approch not neere this ruthfull spectacle Approach not neere this spectacle of bloud This ruthfull spectacle of bloud and death Lease suddaine horror of these bleeding wounds Wound thy distracted spirits to pale death Lâ—c. What honor or what mortall spectacle Vpon such suddaine hath astonished me Oh my deere Lord Viselli speake to me Oh most disastrous accident and houre Ay me most wretched and vnfortunate My deerest 〈◊〉 the treasure of my life The sweetest paradice of my best hopes Is murthred out the murtherers Leaue not vnseartcht a corner nor a Crany Locke vp the dores there least that homicide Escape vs in this passion Bâ—r. Haue patience Lady Heauens will reueale the murther doubt it not Luâ—. Ah Noble Barbarossa much I feare Now with these eyes I see the murtherer Staind with the guilt of nature oh my Lord You little know that these worke womans hands Twise rescued haue the violence of his From killing of himselfe before this time Oh fie vpon the diuill and melancholy Which leaue me desolate a forelorne widdow Mot. Madam these papers will bewray some matter Luc. Oh might I finde an other murtherer Bar. These do containe some matter read them Lady Luc. My heart swolne vp with sorrow lends no light Vnto mine eyes nor force vnto my tongue To see one letter or to reade one word I pray you reade it good Lord Barbarossa Barbarossa readeth I Gismond de Viselli through desperate griefe conceiued in iealousie which I bare against my Lady Lucrecia hauing found out by much triall and examination her faithfulnesse and innocency make this my protestation as the last piacular oblation to her for those wrongs that with mine own vnfortunate hands I haue ended my life desiring her and all others to forgiue me and pray for me subscribed with mine owne hand and sealed with my seale Gismond de Viselli Il velâ—uâ— d'amore A me trafâ—se il cuoro Mot. Oh Lord of heauens haue pardon on his soule Luc. This is his hand and seale speake now my Lord Did not I soone disclose the murtherer Told I not that the murtherer was present Ah neuer neuer shall I liue to see she soundeth Bar. Comfort you selfe deere Lady God will send succor Your husband hath paied deerely for these wrongs Luc. Giue me my Lord againe death shall not haue him Come my deere Gismond come againe my ioye Delay me not least I preuent thy loue I cannot brooke delay 's Lucrece shall follow Lucrece offereth to stab her selfe Barbarossa preuenteth her Bar. Tempt not Gods iustice Lady fall to praier Helpe in the take your Lord out of her sight Luc. Oh my deare friends that see my miseries I you beseech in dearest tendernesse Bring in the body of my dearest Lord That I before my death may with these eyes Behold him honor'd in his obsequies Bar. And I wil beare these papers to his Holines Whose sorrow wil exceed for Gismonds death Exeunt Enter Guicchiardin Cho. Thus foule suspition feare and jealousie Of shame dishonor and his wiues hot lust Hath seaz'd vpon Visell whose reuenge Was to restraine Lucrece from Company But swelling pride and lust both limitles Answer'd his louing feare and shame with death Attend the sequell Now successiuely After such warlike preparations So many firme hopes found in Italy King Charles with fifteene hundred men at armes Three thousand Archers with six thousand Swisse French men and Gascons twise as many more With martiall measures ouer Piemont Treads a long march after his drums and fife With Milans force and now his trumpets hard Vnto the gates of Rome giue fresh allarms Vnto the Pope who stirreth vp in armes ACT. 2. SCAE. 1. Enter Alexander with a Lintstock in his hand with him Caesar Borgia Caraffa Bernardo Piccolomini the Castilian Gassper de fois Mr. of the ordinance Alex. Castillian take fiue hundred harguebusse Two hundred Arbalastes and fortifie Vpon the tower of Saint Sebastian Affronting that port where prowd Charles
me desolate Euer could I brooke well this open ayre But still lamenting and disconsolate Kept vp in Chamber mourning for my Lord Can. What order tooke you for his funnerall Luc. He that aliue was shrined in my brest Now dead liues yet intombed in my thoughts There is a modell of it in my closet Can. Performe it decently with dilligence Lu. Brother me thinkes the ayre is cold and raw And as you please let vs conferre within Can. Gladly deere sister with what hast you may And I desire you noble Barbarosa To meete vs at my Chamber after supper My brother Caesar hath appoynted with me Some businesse and I craue your company Bar. Thankes my good Lord but matters of much moment I haue at that time with my Lord Caraffa And I must speake this night with my Lord Caesar Can. Tell him I will attend by nine of clocke Bar. I will my good Lord Cand. Farewell Barbarossa Bar. Ioy to you both Exit Barbarossa Can. My trembling liuer throbs my cold hearts heauy My mind disturbed and I know not why But all as he will heauens aboue for me Exeunt omnes SCEN. 5. Enter Frescobaldi solis Fres. This is the black night this the fatall hand These are the bloudy weapons which must be Witnesse and actors of this Tragedy Now Frescobaldi play thy masters prize Here is a rich purse cram'd with red crusadoes Which doth inspire me with a martiall spirit Now could I combate with the diuill to night First did I wash my liuer lungs and heart In Cretane wines and head strong Maluesâ—e Such as would make a coward fight with Mars Then least I should with any weapons drawne Be driuen to danger of mine enemy I practised my martiall feâ—cts of fence As for example if with armes vnsheath'd I were to kill this conduct here I come he fenceth He makes a thrust I with a swift passado Make quick auoydance and with this stoccado Although he fence with all his finest force Bar'd of his body thrust him in the throate Gâ—â—rdâ—reâ—i â—ene signori honorenoli Suppose this conduict or my duellist Should falsifie the foine vpon me thus Here will I take him turning downe this hand Enter Henrico Baglioni looking earnestly vpon Frescobaldi Il punto verso indrizzato thus Admit he force me with his ambroccado Here I deceiue then with this passado And come vppon him in the speeding place Bag. what Mandragon or saluage Ascapart what Pantaconger or Pantagruell Art thou that fightest with thy fathers soule Or with some subtill apparitions Which no man can behould with mortall eyes Or art thou rauished with bedlamy Fighting with figments and vaine fantazies Chimeraes or blacke spirrits of the night Fresc: Come not within 9. furlongs of this place My name is Rubosongal the grimme ghost Of Bembocamber king of Calicute And here for this night I keepe centrenell For Muscopateron great king of flyes Great grandsier of ten thousand hecatombes Bag: I Coniure thee fowle fiende of Acheron By puissant Hoblecock and Bristletoe By Windicaper Monti-bogglâ—bo Polipotmos and the dreadfull names of Mulli-sacke and Hermocotterock By Petrouidemi by the dogged spirrits Of Bacchus which Canary land inherrits By purple Aligant the bloudy gyant And leaden headed hollock pure and pliant By Birrha Martia and by Sydrack sweete Who did with mathew Glynne in combat meete And by this awfull crosse vppon my blade Of which black curres and hedghogges are affraid And by this fox which stinkes of Pagan bloud Do'st thou walke there for mischiefe or for good Fâ—es. Braue man whose spirit is approued well As most aprooued panders truly tell Vnder greene hedges vnder Coblers stalles In portall porches vnder batterd walles Which day by night keepes watch-full centinell To guize the pleasures of faire Claribell Profane arch patriark of Pancridge steeple The bauldy beaken of vngodly people With other master which I might alleadge To the Grand Captaine of Collman-hedge Marching fowle Amazonian trulls in troupes Whose lanthornes are still lighted in their Poupes Some without kerchiefes others with torne smockes Certaine imboch'd with piles and some with poxes Others with rotten shooes and stockings rente With carrine in each ditch keepe parliament In petticotes all patch'd and wast-coate torne And wandring with some ragge blesse euery thorne Which with their Targets neuer make retire From any breach till they their foomen fire Rebating the stiffe pointes of their keene blades Till all their champions masculine proue lades To thee saith Frescobaldi case thy steele Least thou the rigor of my furie feele Bag. And yet I loue thee for thy martiall grace Thine in all seruice shake hands and embrace Fresc. A pox vpon thy coward fistes foule knaue And yet I loue thee roague aske roague and haue Embrace fantastically Bagb. Come and embrace t is bliâ—h when malte-men meete And drinke till they haue lost both head and feete And driueling sleepe on euery stall and bench With euery man a knee in his hand and in his Can a prettie wench But Frescobaldi my braue Bodigonero Varlet of veluet my moccado villaine Old heart of durance my stript canuase shoulders And my Perpetuana pander tell me Tell me what humors Cataplasmatick Excited haue thy Bacchick fantasies To draw that triumphant swerlidildido Vpon some spirit of the Buttery Fris. This was no barmie spirit of the bottle It was a bloudy spirit of the battell And if I lye call me thy Wimble-cock Bag. A mouldy iest well I will answere thee I coniure thee by Negra Luciaes name By Dol Pattenti by the subtill shape Of Nanna Baliker by the cunning fleights Of Vini Clerilicks with hir faire sprights By Mega Court with Marga Marichalus That in Turnuliball doth keepe an Ale-house By Nan Riuehomo that hote stigmatist Now bedded with th' Italian Vitraillist Which in the fierie Phlegitonian flames Did worke strange vitriall dildidoes for Dames Her spirits haue no power to touch this strand Till they transported from Lambechia land By Charon Ferriman of Black Auerne Fall Anchor at the Stilliard Tauerne And by Tartarean Plutoes Heben bowle Why didst thou combate with thy Fathers soule Fres. Learned Magitian skild in hidden Artes As well in prior as posterior parts I see thou kennist the secrets of all sorts Of sharpe siringues and salacious sports Venerall Buboes Tubers Vlcerous And Iames Defisticanckers venemous Doubtlesse Don Vigo then his vigor pour'd Into thy braines when he thy bottle scour'd Noble Henrilico question no further My meditations are of bloud and murther I feasted haue too long pree-thee be gone Henrico Baglioni by this sword I am to morrow to performe a duell And practising in this nights melancholie How to dispatch it with a braue stoccadoe Heere I did make a proofe prithie good-night Trouble me now no more early to morrow I le march vnto the signe o th frying-panne And take thee timely with thy pointes vntrust To drinke a flagon of greeke wine with thee Bag. Goodnight my noble Rillibilbibo Thou shalt be welcome in the darkest midnight Exit
thirst Phi. Madam you may not drinke Till you receaue this one preseruatiue Luc. A foule vnsauorie loathsome stinke choakes vp My vitall sences and a boyling heat suppes vp the liuely spirit in my lungs Phi. This poyson spreads and is incurable Madame receiue one precious antidote Luc. What haue I caught you Sforza Who painted my faire face with these foule spots You see them in my foule deformed blots Deliuer me from that murthered man He comes to stab my soule I wounded him Oh Gismond Gismond hide those bleeding wounds My soule bleeds drops of sorrow for thy sake Looke not so wrathfull I am penitent Loue and remorse did harbour in thine hart What doest thou becken to me I will come And follow thee through millions of woes Phi. Sweet Lady will you take a little rest It will refresh your spirits instantly Luc. No rest vntill I see my Lord againe Mot. Deere Lady doe you loue your life take rest Shee taketh hold of Mottiâ—ila Luc From the pure burning coles of true contrition Me thinkes I see the liuely counterfet Of catiue Cressed in her misery Ingenderd out of hir disloyalty Ah Moticilla whome I trained vp In cunning sleights and snares of filthinesse Forgiue me for that sinne liue and repent Mot: Oh God forgiue me for my sinnes are great And if his goodnesse lend my life some space I will with pennance call on him for grace And spend the remnant of my life in prayer Luc: I can no more death summoneth my soule Open thy bosome father Abraham Mercyfull father let thy mercy passe Extend thy mercy where no mercy was Mercyfull father for thy sonnes deere merrit Pardon my sinnfull soule receiue my spirrit Expirat Lucrece Phi: Now is her soule at rest t is very strange As well the cause as manner of her death I haue beene studied in Hipocrates In bookes of Gallen and olde Auecine Obseru'd the cures of diuers learned doctors In France in Spaine and higher Germany Yet neuer met with such an accent Beare in her body I will in all hast Bring wofull newes vnto saint Peeters Pallace His Holinesse will grieuiously lament Exeunt omnes SCAE. 4. Enter Caesar and Barbarossa souldiers drums and trumpets Caes Fellows in armes after our victories Had in the first front of our happie warr With men of hardy resolution Now must we bend our forces against Furly Where that prowd Amazonian Katharine Dareth defiance in the face of warr And yet our hopes are sure all passage cleere And she before I lodge this restles head Shall beare the bondage of this victorie Bar: These proud presuming spirrits of vaine women Whose bloodlesse woundes are only bloody words 〈◊〉 without reason fight without resistance But on the face of grimme deuouring Warre With frowning fore-head menacing his force They fall downe on their backs as Venus did When Mars beheld her with a Souldiers face Caes. Nay we must fight I know the puissant spirit Of warlike Kate the pride of Italie Sforzaes braue sister and old Riarioes widdow Excellent valour and deepe policie Must winne it if we purchase at her hands Bar. 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 Caes. 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 Bar. Speake then at once renowned generall Shall we go Souldier-like to worke at first Shall we salute her with our Cannon Câ—s. 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 Sound drum answer Trumpet Enter vpon the walles Countesse Katherine Iulio Sforza Ensigne souldiers Drummes Trumpets 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 Kat. I tell thee Cesar 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 Caes. 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 Kath. 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 Caes. Be not so bitter Kate a friend intreates you But if intreaties will not looke vpon mee Heere standeth Cesar 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 Kat. What are your weapons sheathed in your throates Is euery word a sword then shake hands Caesar Venter no further 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 out So long as I can stand vpon these walls Câ—s. You would repent it if you knew the worst Consider Kate be well aduised first Kat. Caesar at one word to discharge my conscience Were there a Cannon there to be dischardg'd Vpon this fruitfull wombe the nurse of Children And I sure peece mell to be torne withall If I would not surrender vp this forte Your Cannon shot should plowe these bowells vp That vow to God and my deere husband made I neuer will infringe with perfedy I know thee bloudy Caesar the dishonor In yeelding vp thy reuerend purple roabes Which should protect widowes and Orphanes rightes Appeareth well in taking vniust armes To wrong the Widowes and the Fatherlesse Either fight Caesar or forsake the field Perswade thy selfe aliue I will not yeeld Caes. Then I will shew you what warres desteny Prognosticates bring forth her ransome hither Barbarossa bringeth from Caesars Tent hir two boyes If nature be not quite extinguished These pledges shall enfranchize you from warre I brought them to this purpose that in them You with your friends might liue in
you shall bee well intreated You shall want nothing fitting your estates March with vs on our way for Capua March Caesar Katherine her two boyes Ensignes Soldiers Trumpets Drums Exeunt SCAE. 5. Enter Alexander out of his studie Alex. Bring in that Opium and bowle of Wine Heere I must act a Trage-comoedie Bernardo is it well confected and prepar'd According to my conference with Rotsi Bernardo with a flaggon of wine and a boule Ber. He sent it as your Holines may see Safe sealed vp Alex Fill me that bowle of wine Alexander openeth a box and putteth in the powder Bâ—r. T is a drowsie medicine do not tast it my Lord Alex. Thou hast ben taster to me many times Begin Bernardo Ber. My Lord I slept too much the last night and I dare not Alex. It holds good colour hold here Bernardo Giue good attendance bring them to their rest Then giue me notice at my study doore Ber. One set was past before I parted from them And by this time they be well heated Alex. Sirra be diligent and seruiceable in this Euen as thou louest thy maister Exit Alexander into his study Ber. Feare me not Were it not that my conscience hath bene fyer'd With flames of purgatory by this Pope I neuer could endure such villany The best is he doth pardon all my sinnes Exit Bernardo Enter Astor and Philippo in their wast-cotes with rackets Ast. This set was strangely lost I durst haue wagerd An hunder'd ducats after the first chase Phi. You thinke you play well but beleeue me brother You cannot take paines not obserue a ball With that dexterity which appertaineth Ast. Holla within there if I take no paines My wastcote well can witnes for I sweate Enter Bernardo Ber. Barber bring in some linnen for my Lords Phil. Bring me some wine for I am very thirsty Enter two Barbers with linen Ber. I listend for that string and he hath toucht it Bar. Wil t please your Lordship sit on this low chaire Phi. Rub my head first then combe it Ast. Fill me some wine Bernardo Ber. Good my Lord coole your selfe a litle Ast. Giue me wine and let it be thy laboure good Barnardo To call for musicke Bernardo deliuereth wine Brother in this cup I commend the loues Of all true Fauentines our trusty friends Hoping ere long to liue againe with them Phi I thanke you brother if our father Pope Performe his promise we' shall soone returne Ast. This wine was good yet tasteth of the casck It hath a musty rellish Phi. Le ts here this musicke After the barbers had trimmed and rubbed their bodies a litle Astor caleth Ast. Holla within there Ber. My Lord Ast. I thinke it good after this little rubbing to repose my body Phil. I am some what heauy Ber. I know the cause Ast. And what Bernardo Ber. Marry with much motion of your bodies my Lords You must not be so vehement in play I knew a noble French man at Anchona Twenty yeares since at tennice tooke his death With ouer heating of him selfe in play They lay them selues vpon a bed and the barbers depâ—â—â— Phi. More musicke there after one straine of musicke they fall a sleepe Ber. My Lords are both a sleepe musicke depart And leaue them to their ease alasse sweet boyes Is it not pitty that these noble branches So sweetly knit in one should neuer wake I that am hard of heart sighe for their sake My Lord Bernardo knocketh at the study Alex. What newes man Ber. Both fast a sleepe Alex. And both vpon one bed Ber. T is done Alex And chamber voyded Ber. All is performed my Lord Alex. My blessinge rest vpon thee my Benardo Depart now with those letters I deliuerd To be conuayd to Florence leaue me here Alexander vpon the stage in his cassock and 〈◊〉 â—â—ap with a box vnder each arme Alexander solus Sleepe both secure vpon your fatall bed Now that the God of silence Morpheus Hath with his figure toâ— black horne seal'd vp Your langued eye lids loaden with pale death Sleepe vntill you draw your latest breath Poore harmeles boyes strangers to sinne and euill Oh were my soule as innocent as yours This office is of highest consequence In friendship for I consider it I sent you from a million of sorrows Into the flowry fields of Paradice Their to goe habit in the groues of mirtle To feed on Manna and to drinke pure Nectar A cup of euerlasting happines Where such sweet musick vn-con-ceiueable Shall entertaine your senses in sweet comfort As the delight thereof shall neuer die Astor what Astor speake awake Phillippo Both fast a sleepe He stireth and moueth them opening both their bosomes Now Roderick betake thee to thy taske What peace Astor begins to talke I will attend Astor speaketh in his sleepe Ast. Faire gratious Angell of eternall light Which reachest out that hand of happines Hayling my spirit to that triumphant throne Of endles comfort I adore thy grace Phi. In his sleepe Oh goulden light of neuer setting Sunne Harke brother Astor harke my soule is rapt Into the ioyes of heauen with harmony Alex. Doe they not sleepe are they not yet a sleepe Be not their sences yet lockt vp in sleepe he stirreth them Astor awake awake awake Philippo All safe and sure oh this was but a dreame Their Genius hath fore told them of their end And ioyfully they doe shake hands with death He draweth out of his boxes aspiks Come out here now you Cleopatraes birds Fed fat and plump with proud Egiptian slime Of seauen mouth'd Nylus but now turn'd leane He putteth to either of their brests an Aspike Take your repast vpon these Princely paps Now Ptolamies wife is highly magnified Ensigning these faire princely twins their death And you my louely boyes competitors With Cleopatra share in death and fate Now Charon stayes his bote vpon the strond And with a rugged for head full of wrath He thrusts a million from the shore of Stix To giue you waftage to the Elisian fields I see their coulors chang and death sittes heauy On their fayre foreheads with his leaden mace My birds are glutted with this sacrefice He taketh of the Aspiks and putteth them vp in his box What now proud wormes how tasts you princes blood The slaues be plump and round in to your nests Is there no token of the serpents draught All cleere and safe well now faire boyes good-night Bernardo Bernardo the feate is done Vse thy discretion as I did derect Exit Alexander Ber. T is done in deed alasse they both be dead Now must I follow my directions Holla within there Enter Cardinall Caraffa with Bentiuogli Caer. What newes Bernardo Ber. Alas my Lord ill newes But that his Holinesse is fast a sleepe And this day stir'd not from his bed-chamber I would haue brought him to this wofull sight Prince Astor with Phillippo was at Tennis And being ouer-heated at their game Drinking so suddainly vpon that heate With much sweete Wine did surfet instantly
spread Viandes brought in after the trumpets sound drums and sif enter Alexander in his pontificalls after him Cornetto with Caesar Barbarossa with Modina Bentiuoli with Caraffa the Pope taketh his place three Cardinalls on one side and captaines on thither Alx. Martiall your selues heere sworne-men and there Church-men Cas. Here sit we swordmen to defend the Church Alex. My Lords giue answere in sinceritie Hath not my Caesar fought well for the Church That hath so soone subiected in her right Imola Furly Camerino Capua Vrbine Faenza Sinegaglia Braue Caesar I must bost of it in presence That I Christes vicare of his Church on earth Haue such a sonne which issued from my loynes That being vicare of the Churches warres Hath in reuolution of one year Done more then all the generalls haue done In honor of our Church for fortie yeares Corn. Your Holines with all your Cardinalls Your barrons and indeed all christendome Are bound to giue God thankes for such a Prince And him great honor for his fortitude The Deuill commeth and changeth the Popes bottles Mâ—d. Your excellence did in a blessed hower Surrender vp your Holy robes and hat Be taking 〈…〉 and armes By which you might enlarge our liberties Caâ—. 〈◊〉 my Lord and see we haue all of vs good cause to reioyce would I had bene with your excellence at Capua I would hâ—d one boat with them as old as I am Câ—s You might my Lord haue had your choyse of Ladies Beautiful prisoners to be sent to Rome Cara I marry my Lord some what might haue beene said to this geere to dieâ—◠〈◊〉 but transeant cum ceteris erroribus would to GOD I weare as young as when I was a Scholler in Padua faith then I could haue swingd a sword and a buckler and I did that then wil being but a spring all of 24. yeares which be talkt of in Padua these 40. yeares I warrant it faith my Lord were I so lusty now I would goe with you to the waires this next spring that 's flat wil you eate any sallet my Lord faith here are excellent herbes if you loue them Câ—sa. They be my Lord too cold for my stomacke wilt please you my Lord to drinke a cup of old Greeke wine with it bring me some wine here Alex. Bring me some wine here I will drinke a Ioy to Caesar and this Noble company Caes. Some wine for his Holines owne mouth Bernardo Wine is brought to Alexander Alex. Cesar your selfe are master of this feast I drinke a good successe and victory Alexander drinketh trumpets sound To Caesar and great happines to all Caesar drinketh Caesa. Happy successe and fortune to you all Alex. Hold Caesar stay for wee are poysoned rush from the table Caes. My Lord it is all of Alex Then art thou quite vndone Cas. Some villanous conspiracie lyes hid Within this company and this pernicious villaine Cesar stabbeth Bernardo Hath practiz'd with them goe with thy soule to hell I feele the raging of it Corn. Away my Lord Modina come away This traine was laide of purpose for our liues Modi, Our refuge and defence is from aboue Let Sathan worke he neuer shall preuaile Exit Corn and Modina Carâ—ss. How doth my gratious Lord Alex. Oh very sick â— bring me preseruatiues I thinke I haue as good as any man Alex. to his studie Cas. My Lord Bentiuogli take heere my keyes You know my study search my Cabbinet There shall you finde a little Christall Phiall Wrapt vp in Sarcenet bring it hether straight I feele Vesonus raging in my guttes Exit Alex. Heere Cesar 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 Caesar tasteth Câ—s. My Lord it is too forceable and hotte Alex. The flames of Mongibell consume my liuer Bring me to some repose Caraff. Comfort your selfe my Lord Alex. Cesar take rest Send for Physitions all my feare remaines That Caesar shall miscarry Caes. And all my griefe that both Noble Bentiuogli with-draw we both Vnto my Chamber I am very sick Exeunt omnes SCEN. 5. Enter Astaroth and calleth Asta. Belchar Belchar Belchar Bel. Varca Varca Varca Var. Astaroth Astaroth Astaroth The diuills meete and embrace Asto. 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 Var. Our firy region voyd of all religion And diuilish order by necessity Compell'd requires his present policy Bel. That fatall wine which for his Cardinalls He destined I tooke out of the place And plac'd his owne wine for those Cardinalls Bar. The date of his damnation is at hand Asta. Be ready then for I the first will beare As swift as wirl-winde his black soule to Stix Bel. And I with poysned toads will stop his mouth Whose heart was neuer satisfied with lust Asta. And I with snakes and stinging Scorpions Will scourge him for his pride and insolence Var. And I with force of fiends will hall his limmes And pull them till he stretch an achor length Bel. And for his auarice I will fill his paunch With store of moulten gold and boyling leade Asto. Then let vs for his sake a horne-pipe treade They dance an antick SCEN. Vltima Alexander vnbraced betwixt two Cardinalls in his study looking vpon a booke whilst a groome draweth the Curtaine Alex. 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 t is 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 They place him in a chayre vpon the stage a groome setteth a Table before him Nay leaue me good my lords faine would I meditate Leaue me I pray you Caraf. We leaue our praiers with your Holinesse Call vpon God thinke of his endlesse bounty Ale Pray for your selues troble not me with praiers I pray you troble not your selues with praying Alex. solus What is repentance haue I not forgotten He looketh vpon a booke Why repentance is a spirituall martiredome Which mortifieth sinnes and heales the soule Hauing beene wounded with the spirits sword This sword Gods booke that booke by me profain'd And by which booke of God my soule is damn'd I damn'd vndoubtedly Oh wretched Alexander slaue of sinne And of damnation what is he that can Deliuer thy poore soule oh none but he That when thou didst renounce him cast of thee Repentance is in vaine mercy too late Oh why should miserable mortall man Whose languashing breath liues in his nostrills Vex and torment himselfe with dayly trauell To scrape vp heapes of gold to gape for honors What were the conquests of great Alexander Of Cyrus Cayus Caesar what were it