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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

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