A Conference at the Castle of Count Angelo

A Conference at the Castle of Count Angelo John Taylor, 'The Water Poet'[?] Noah Millstone Principal Investigator MPESE Sebastiaan Verweij Co-Investigator MPESE Richard Bell Research Associate Victoria Anker BRIHC Research Impact Fellow Mike Jones Research Software Engineer Manuscript Pamphleteering in Early Stuart England (MPESE) 2017 United Kingdom London British Library Harley MS 390 Newsletters from Joseph Meade to Sir M Stuteville, vol. II, 1626-1631

British Library, Harley MS 390

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1619? English verse satire anti-catholicism Pope Spain

A Conference at the Castle of Saint Angello betweene the Pope, the Emperor, and the Kinge of Spayne PopeWellcome Deare sonns vnto our Cort of Roome, Blessing Apostolicke, & an holy doome Sheild the howse of Austria from mischance, And both his fortunes, & & his Crowne advance. Emperor Thy feete most holy Father doe I Kisse, Off Churches Benediction doe I misse, The Imperiall Crowne from Austria will bee gon, Which Heaveans forbid for then w'are all vndone, Bohemians Rebells with Hungaria ioyne, The Heretiques from Danuby to Reine, Theire heads, theire Armes, theire sowrts doe combine Against Rome, and Austria; Oh the Palatine, That cursed Calvinist, with his partakers! Those damned schismaticks, & church forsakers, Vppon our Ruines seeke to raise theire fortune Which makes mee thus your Holinesse importune. PopeThe keyes of P Peter, & the sword of Paull Shall shutt, and open; cutt in peices all The gates of Heaven, Nations Laws, & rights, And turne cleare day into the darkest nights, Ere one of Calvines, or of Luthers secte With Roman Bayes, or Eagle shal bee dect. Emperor The threats & Curses of the Catholiques Are now despis'd by those vile Heretiques Helpe vs by Counsell theirefore Holy Sir And shew vs meanes to quiett all this stirre. PopeThou maist by reasons, & Ambassages, By questions, Answers, & like passages, Winne tyme a while, but now th'are out of Date Now swords, not words doe Kingdomes Arbitrate. To Neighbors, freinds, & subiects quickly send That from surprise thou maist thy self defend. My Natives, & my Legates I'le dispatch More fvries 'mongst the Catholiques to hatch Ments, Colon, Triers, Catholique Babeere Hast thou in Germanie, with others theare. Thy vncle Albert, & a Polish Kinge Vnto thee quickly may theire sowrds bringe Although my selfe with Florence may not send Our armes soe soone, yett mony will wee lend. The Canton of the Switzers shall bee waged, That to our Seas doe hold themselves ingaged; Soe is the Saxon Duke with his estate To thee in Dresden, and the Electorate Whose elder Cosens hopes will make him feare, And to thy fortunes, & thy howse adheare. I'le allso send to Savoy, and to Venice, To Fraunce, our eldest sonne, & to St Dennis, But I'le those Drunken, & base Germans quell Or make them stoope, or damne to pitt of Hell; Besides thy Spanish Cosen present heere, Whom Europe, and the new found world doe feare The Churches Atlas, and teh Empires proppe By strength by freinds, by witt, or gold will stoppe Those proud attempts, and darings of the Dutch, And breake theire forces, cost it he're so much. Kings of SpaineIff Cæsar & your Holinesse have done, Observe the Answer of your Spanish sonne. Nott Germane Prelattes, or Bavarians can, Nor Kinge of Pole himselfe, nor any man, Nor Tuscaine Duke, nor Allbert my poore Brother The Canton Catholiques, nor any other Bringe timely succour against the Coniuration, Those Allmaine Graves have made in every nation. Expect not helpe from Savoy or Venetia, Who deadly feare, & hate the house of Austria I looke for nothing from our sonne of Fraunce For if hee saw vs downe, hee'de sing & daunce. And why should you from Saxon looke for more Then Charles my Grandsire reapt from him before, Who gave all, & more then you doe mention, Yett shortly after, in the great Contention Twixt him & German Rebells, hee forsooke He His Benefactors, & against him tooke. And Cesar if at houre thou looke for ayde Thy Kingdomes ~~selfe~~ both ~~decay'd~~ are lost thy selfe decaydes Thyne Austrian subiects allso are infected With Luthers heresie, & have reiected The Papall dignitie, & may doe thine, And with theire fellow Lutherans combine And if for succour thou doe send to Thracia The faythlesse Turke, (thou knowst) will come from Asia Spaine then must helpe or what will Cæsar doe? And how shall Spayne helpe Rome, & Cæsar too? Shall Indian Armies been recalled from thence? Italian forces march away from hence? Leave Millaine, Naples, & our silver fountaines Vnguarded, naked? to march over mountaines? Through Grizons countrye lead the strength of Spayne? Or venture our Armado once againe To narrow seas, and soe at once loose more Then wee have gott in sixscore yeares ~~agoe~~ before. Soe then ou in Haspurgh, I in Arragon May showe our Crownes, turne Monkes, and live alone. You count your freinds, but count ~~your~~ not all your foes, Whose strength, and number you cannot oppose, The Northerne trackt of Europe from Brittania Tending to East, as far as Transilvania, Save Poland, and some Trifles are theire owne Ah mee in forescore yeares, how are they growne? Three Kingdomes England, Scotland, and Ireland bee With Demnarke, Norway, Sweden, six you see Besides those two which ~~you~~ they have gott from thee Being eight in all, & our Kings are but three The number of theire princes, Dukes, & Counts theireWith ~~your~~ free states, and Lords ours far surmounts Besides theire many Palsgraves, & Burgraves With all theire Lantsgraves, & Margraves. And as theire numbers, soe theire spiritts are made great with hopes of the prodigious starre Which blazd ore Allmaine, last December As all the world doth well remeber. Theire expositions, and theire Calculations of times and scepters, and of Scytuations. Of Tome, & Babell, and of Hills, & Dales of Beasts & Draggons, and of fearefull tailes Wheare with they cheare themselves, & theire new Kinge As if they Victors weare, & Bells did ringe Alas, for Rome, alas for Ferdinand Alas for Phillip must hee needs withstand His owne, the Popes, & Empires foes? And goe himselfe, the Church, & Empire lose. Have all my Ancestors to five descents Tyed Earledomes, Dukedomes, Church & Empire fast? And is the period of our greatnes past? And our declining now begin to haste? Hoping for Westerne Monarchie at last Ah Nassau, Nassau, hatefull sonne, & Father Curst bee your name & house, you did gather Those fearefull Rebells into warlike bands. Which now doe state it in the Netherlands. Emperor Thus are our Dangers, thus our feares related Thus bee our minds perplext, our hearts amated If Rome have any secret wisdome hidde, layed for evill times, or ever did Make wicked Heretiques feele Churches power. Then Father, now's the tume & this the hower. Remember 'twas Frederick here to fore Frighted thy predecessors; this may more hazard thy fortune vtterly oppresse The roman Church, thy selfe, & vs, vnlesse By some privy Stratagem, fetcht from the deepe Thou doest thy selfe and vs from daunger keepe. PopeAnd are our freinds soe few? & soe vntrusty? And bee our ~~freinds~~ foes soe many? & soe lusty? One Innocent in Rome in former ages Had vsed three ings for laqueis & for Pages And doe they now against our liking make Both Kings & Cæsar, then the furyes wake, Helpe mee to store of Pistolls, poysons, knives To fier, & power, Manacles, & ~~knives~~ gives Bid Ravilliack, & Clement hie them hether Lett Gerrard Fawkes, & Garnett come together, Come yee Ignatians, bringe Assassinates Left handed Ehuds that doe rule the fates And cut the threids of Princes lifes asunder Those Roman Scevolas shall grave men wonder, To see those vpstart Kings with theire partakers In every Kingdome slaughterd by Massacres I'le rayse vp Parsons, Scuarez, and Bellarmine, Loyola himselfe theire Father, and refine All human witt to one poore quintessence, Against whose vertue shall bee noe defence. Theirefor (Deare Sonnes) at nothing bee dismaid Remember what your Father now hath said. You to Vienna; you to Civill goe, Helpe as you may, to give the fatall blow. King ofspayneCome Lerma looke not sadly on thy freind, But lett's with Spanish patience wayt the end. Finis