No Comment, Quotation — September 1, 2007, 12:00 am

Marlowe – Prelude to the Next War


Albeit the world think Machiavel is dead,
Yet was his soul but flown beyond the Alps;
And, now the Guise is dead, is come from France,
To view this land, and frolic with his friends.
To some perhaps my name is odious;
But such as love me, guard me from their tongues,
And let them know that I am Machiavel,
And weigh not men, and therefore not men’s words.
Admir’d I am of those that hate me most:
Though some speak openly against my books,
Yet will they read me, and thereby attain
To Peter’s chair; and, when they cast me off,
Are poison’d by my climbing followers.
I count religion but a childish toy,
And hold there is no sin but ignorance.
Birds of the air will tell of murders past!
I am asham’d to hear such fooleries.
Many will talk of title to a crown:
What right had Caesar to the empery?
Might first made kings, and laws were then most sure
When, like the Draco’s, they were writ in blood…
I crave but this,–grace him as he deserves,
And let him not be entertain’d the worse
Because he favours me.

Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta, Prologue spoken by Niccolò Machiavelli (1589) in: The Plays of Christopher Marlowe pp. 161-62 (E. Thomas ed. 1910).

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