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A04539	The Diuils charter a tragædie conteining the life and death of Pope Alexander the sixt. As it was plaide before the Kings Maiestie, vpon Candlemasse night last: by his Maiesties Seruants. But more exactly reuewed, corrected, and augmented since by the author, for the more pleasure and profit of the reader.	Barnes, Barnabe, 1569?-1609.	1607 (1607)	STC 1466; ESTC S122228	50,322	96

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 Motti●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 C●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 C●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

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 Malues●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 fe●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 G●●rd●re●i ●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-boggl●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 F●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 bli●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

Bagli Fri Now to my watchword it is quight forgot oh Col nunolo la Pioggia thinke vpon it The clocke strikes eleuen This is mine hower appoynted this the place Here will I stand close till th a'llarum call he stands behind the post Enter a Page with a torche Duke of Candie and Caesar Borgia disguised Can. What i st a clocke boy now Pag. My gratious Lord By Sistoes horologe t is strooke eleuen Caesa. A fit hower for our purpose noble brother Can. But hath La Bella formiana notice Of our aproch to night Caes. Oh doubt it not villaine put out that torch The boy putteth out the torch Being disguis'd we will not be discryed Depart you to my lodging presently Paine of thy life not one word that thou saw vs Exit page Can. T is very darke good brother goe before You know the streets best Caesa. Oh keepe your way you cannot lightly fall But if you doe Can, How then Caesa. You shal be supported Can. My heart begins to throb my soule misdoubts I feare some treachery A che me fido guarda me Dio On in Gods name Caes. Giue me your hand brother fie doe not faint Can. Caesar I can scarse goe A suddaine qualme hath seaz'd vpon my spirits Caes. Tut brother forward with alacritie My life for yours you le be at ease anon Can. T is a foule busines let vs retire And seeke some other seasone for our sports Caes. I am asham'd thou should'st be generall To lead those forces that fight for the Church And heere shew such faint harted cowardize Can. Are you dispos'd to quarrell in the streets Neither the time nor place serues instantly To call you to some audit for these words Caes. Abortiue Coward borne before thy time Caesar trips vp Candies heels I will not brooke thy foolish insolence Col nuuolo la pioggia Caesar and Frescobaldi stab him Can. Deere God reuenge my wrongs receaue my soule Caes. Let him receaue thy soule when he thinkes good I le take an order for thy buriall Helpe Frescobaldi let vs heaue him ouer That he may fall into the riuer Tiber Come to the bridge with him Fres. Be what he will the villaine 's ponderous Hath he some gould about him shall I take it Caes. Take it were there a million of duckets Thou hast done brauely Frescobaldi Stretch thee stretch out thine armes feare that he Fall not vpon the arches Fres. I le wash him doubt you not of a new fashion Caes. I thinke thou neuer hadst thy Christendome Follow for Company prenitious villaine Fres. Hold hold Coxwounds my Lord hold Caes. The diuell goe with you both for company Caesar casteth Frescobaldi after Caesar solus Now Caesar Muster vp thy wittes together Summon thy sences and aduance thy selfe Ware and Earth haue interpos'd their bodies Betwixt the worldes bright eye and this blacke murther Sweete silent night guarded with secret starres Keepe silence and conceale this Tragedie Saturne is lord ascendant of this hower Propitious patron of assassinates Or murthers Paracides and massacres Lord of my birth auspitious to my life This is my first degree to domination Who can or if they could who dare suspect How Caesar Borgia kild his brother Candie This is infallible that many crimes Lurke vnderneath the robes of Holinesse And vnderneath my Purple tunicle This fact concealed is Ascanio Sforza Shall strangely by some wilie policies Be brought into suspect for Candies death Sister Lucretia thou must follow next My fathers shame and mine endeth in thee Now shew thy selfe true Caesar Caesar shall Either liue Caesar like or not at all Guicchiardine Death and bloud onely lengthen out our Scoene These be the visible and speaking shewes That bring vice into detestation Vnnaturall murthers cursed poysonings Horrible exorcisme and Inuocation In them examine the rewarde of sinne What followes view with gentle patience ACT. 4. SCAE. 1. Alexander in his studie beholding a Magicall glasse with other obseruations Alex. Fore-god 't is Candie 't is Candy I know 't is Candie Where is that traiterous homicide where is hee I cannot see him hee shall not scape me so I must and will finde him though he were inuisible Appeare appeare not yet ha and Candy murthered too Let me looke forth Alexander commeth vpon the Stage out of his study with a booke in his hand Oh oh very good very good well I perfectly perceiue By this descention of Arctophilax What time of night it is sorrow giue place Reuenge in blood and fierie sacrafice Commaundeth nature now preuents her current yeeld Let vs adore the second eye of heauen he boweth his bodie Bright Armatas increaseth she is not combust O sacred season for nocturnall Ceremonies This ioyeous quarter is in Casmaran ha he looketh on a watch What hower of night i st why t is Salem twelue a cloke What are our angells this quarter Gargatel Tariel Gauiel How goodly these augurize faire auspices of truth Now mountes bright Athaman in his goulden ascention Direct in opposition with our hemispher he tinketh on a bell And now there hower with them is Aetalon Bernardo bring hither thy white robes of sanctity Hast thou Coles ready burnt bring in my Thurible And sence about this sanctified place For heere Festatiui must haue her honor Candie my sonne is murthered Candie my sonne Candie my sonne is murthered I will raise All the great diuills to shew the murtherer Euen as thou lou'dst my sonne hast and dispatch Hast and dispatch it as thou louest my soule T is not yet yawne by three quarters of an hower What are our Angels of this night Michael Dardael Huratipel In a triumphant carre of burning gold Crownd with a circlet of blacke hebeny And with a mace of Iet King Varca rides Attended with his ministers of state Andas and Cynaball Fit dismall times for our solemnities Enter Bernardo Put on my robes giue me my Pentacle Cense well Barnardo bring me some fire in an earthen vessell Now must I laboure like a collyers horse After Bernardo had Censed he bringeth in coles and Alexander fashioneth out his circle then taketh his rod My pretious best approu'd and trusty seruant Hence in all hast be-take thee to thy beads Whilst these darke workes of horror are in hand Red Sandall is my fumigation standing without the circle he waueth his rod to the East And calleth vpon VIONATRABA To the West SVSERATOS To the North AQVIEL To the Sowth MACHASAEL Conistro et confirmo super vos in nomine Eye eye ey hast vp ascende pernomeu ya ya ya he he he va hy hy ha ha ha va va va an an an Fiery exhalations lightning thunder ascend a King with a red face crowned imperiall riding vpon a Lyon or dragon Alexander putteth on more perfume and saith I coniure thee by these aforesaid names That thou receaue no phantasmatike illusions Diue. What would great Alexander haue with vs That from our fiery region millions of leagues Beneath the sulphurous bottome of