BARBAROSSA

Dio viguarda Signior illustrissimo: whither in such hast my noble Lord thus early? My good Lord Viselli, the countenance of your devoted poor friend, is of less valve then his counsel, yet both of very small validity: such as they be, with his life and best Fortune's he sincerely sacrificeth all to your service. Pause there my Lord a little, somewhat here concerns my Lord the Cardinal Borgia. Alexander Caesarem suum Galero et purpuram donavit ut menstruoso spiritus sui veneno, universum simul conclave suffocaret. Alexander adopted his son Caesar into the fellow ship of Cardinals, that he with the menstruous poison of his breath might choke the whole Conclave. My Lord here's a long libel. Quid mirum? Romae fanctam est Lucretia Thais, Unicam Alexandri filiam, sponsa nurus. The same in effect inseueth. Welcome good Post from Room tell us some news, Lucrece is turned Thayis of the stews: In whom her father Alexander saw, His only daughter, wife, and daughter in law, Shall I read on my Lord? here is much more. Francesco di Gonsaga was the first, That married Lucrece Alexanders daughter, And yet the Pope those bains of bridal burst, And made of marriage sacrament a laughter, His reason was because that fellow poor, Lacked maintenance for such a noble whore. Have patience good my Lord and here the rest, John Sforza now Lord Maerques of Pescare, Was second husband to this jolly dame, Of nature's faculties he being bore, In Like state with his predecessor came, he, when he should have writ his mind, Paper well might; but pen or ink none find. Yet my Lord a little have patience in your own cause Gismond Viselli, nobly descended, Is for his shameful match much discommended. For never was the shameless Fulvia, Nor Lais noted for so many wooers, Nor that unchaste profuse Sempronia. A common dealer with so many doers, So proud, so faithless, and so void of shame, As is new brodell bride Lucretia, Take to thee Gismond both the scorn and shame, And live long jealous of Lucretia. With pushing horns keep out all comers in, For now thy mortal Misery's begin. Holla within there? Why ellowes? What is my Lord Viselli stirring yet? My Lord the Pope expects him and the ambassadors Of Naples crave his company. Enter Bar. and Servingman. Is not your Lady Lucrce stir king yet? 'Tis well, to S well, let her take case in gods name, But make hast call up my Lord thy master honest fellow. Do my good friend I will expect thee in this parler here? Fellow come ba ke, come back, fellow come back: Y ur Lo worser mu to read here call up your Lady; Call I your ellow see vaunts. Worser h anta Croce. g asped in his fatal and ome violence, wrought on himself: much vio ate her self? ought by bloody Borgi es raze? to e hyp chrisie, Jus e me and in erum able Re ale to, oh it in thy me cy. That see do contain some matter read them Lady. Comfort you self deer Lady God will send succour Your hu band hath paid dearly for these wrongs. Tempt not Gods justice Lady, fallen to prayer, Help, in the take your Lord out of her sighed. And I will bear these papers to his Holiness, Whose sorrow will exceed for Gismonds death. Exeunt. Pardon me my Lord, My Lady Lucrece told it in great grief She twice before had rescued his life. Beside my Noble Lord. Papers both writ, and sealed with his hand Were found about him to stifying this. My Lord I will. Exit Barb. Thanks my good Lord: but matters of much moment, I have at that time with my Lord Caraffa ; And I must speak this night with my Lord Caesar. I will my good Lord. Joy to you both. Exit Barbarossa. And yet we be beforehand with the Lady, Having surprised her treasure and her sons, As they were making their escape for Florence : What shall we try renowned general? And search her resolution. Speak then at once renowned general, Shall we go Soldierlike to work at first? Shall we salute her with our Cannon? Wilt please your Lordship fit on this low chair? The date of his damnation is at hand. Fai y Lady. Approach no near this that ull S e tackle; Approach not near that S spe ac e oh bl ud, This u hfull specked cle of bl ud and death, Lease sudden horror of these bleeding wounds Wound thy worser stracted sp rits to pale death. Hau patience Lady Heavens will reveal to e murder do bt it not. Dear salutations from my Lord the Pope, I recommend unto your excellence, With semblable remembrance of his love, To you my Lord Phillippo, Ingenious Prince, I bring a friendly message Of tender kindness, which I must impart: This Ruby from our Holy-fathers finger, (In p vate token of his faithful love) 1 line And therewithal, desires of your love, To have with him some private conference. It was his own hand sure. 'Tis a drowsy medicine, do not taste it my Lord, These proud presuming spirits of vain women, Whose bloodless wounds are only bloody words, without reason, fight without resistance, But on the face of grim devouring War, With frowning forehead menacing his force, They fallen down on their backs as Venus did, When Mars beheld her with a Soldiers face, Brave general you parlee with a woman, Whose heart is obstinate, whose hands are freeble, Seems in vain and over tedious. I was the first that found him in his blood; Then warm from slaughter: such a ruthful sighed As yet I tremble to remember it.