#Sixteenth Century

[pintoras]

Sofonisba Anguissola (Italian, ca. 1532-1625): Portrait of a noblewoman, possibly Aloisia de Luna Moncada, bust-length, wearing a black embroidered dress (via Dorotheum)

[wronghands1]

[feste-de-jester]

🃏 ⤷ Twelfth Night Characters, Lines and Scene Numbers

Thought this table was pretty cool, so I copied it up onto Google Sheets to post here! :)

(Sir Toby above everyone in BOTH his amount of lines and his amount of scenes...as he should be though to be fair, what a cool guy)

(also I linked the source I got it from in the ID! ✨)

[smbhax]

From "The Madness!" in Strange Tales #97, June 1962. Stan Lee (?) plot, Larry Lieber (?) script, Jack Kirby pencils, Dick Ayers inks, Stan Goldberg colors, Ray Holloway (?) letters. Photoshop color reduction.

[muspeccoll]

New in the Digital Library: this grant for Lyme Regis was formally issued on 14 June, 1554 and is signed "Marye the quene."

A grant of a weekly Friday market and two annual fairs to Lyme Regis. Queen Mary gives a warrant to an unidentified official to draw up the grant for the town of ’Kings Lyme’ [Lyme Regis] of a weekly Friday market and two annual three-day fairs in February and September: the grants to include all stallage, piccage [a fee for breaking ground at a fair], tollage and customs with the court of piepowder [a special tribunal for actions during the market or fair], as well as the right of correcting weights and measures; those attending the fairs may not be ’suyd arrested or molested in any suyte ... except it be for acc[i]ons and suyts onely rysyng... w[i]t[h]in the seid Fayers’. ’Where at the humble suyte and peticion of the Burgesses of our Towne of Kings Lyme in our Countie of Dorsett, we are right welle contented and pleaced ... to give and graunte unto the Burgesses of our seid Towne and to their Successours forev[er] one m[ar]kett to be kepte weekely w[ith]in our seid Towne on the Friday forev[er], And also t[w]o Fayres yerely there to be holden and kept, that is to say thone Fayre to begynne the firste day of February yerely forev[er], And there to conynue three dayes then next folowyng, And thother Fayre to begynne the xx [20th] day of September yerely and there to continue for three days then next folowyng’.

(via Grant of weekly market and two annual fairs... | MU Digital Library, University of Missouri)

[the-busy-ghost]

"Quhat is ane king? Nocht bot ane officiar, To caus his leiges live in equitie, And under God to be ane punischer Of trespassours against his Majestie: Bot quhen the king dois live in tyrannie, Breakand justice for feare or affectioun, Then is his realme in weir and povertie, With schamefull slauchter but correctioun. I am ane judge, richt potent and seveir, Cum to do justice mony thowsand myle."

Divine Correction in "Ane Satyre of the Thrie Estaitis", by Sir David Lindsay of the Mount

[higherthanhell]

My lesbian great aunt showed me what immediately became one of my favorite films ever and a comfort show.

Dangerous Beauty, released in 1998 is based on a real person- Veronica Franco, a sixteenth century courtesan in Venice.

She is a new icon of mine. I would pray to this woman

Please watch it it's incredible

[eternaleve]

I got inspired by the recently released images from Firebrand to make a whole video about the French Hood! Iconic, classic, and oh so difficult for costume designers to get right.

[weissengel]

[pintoras]

Barbara Longhi (Italian, 1552-1638): Saint Justina of Padua (via Dorotheum)

[gloomingblossomousia]

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭.

[feste-de-jester]

🃏 ⤷ "Look like th' innocent / flower, / But be the serpent under 't." [Macbeth 1.5.76-78]

[bookliteratibookreviews]

Medici Heist by Caitlin Schneiderhan

Publisher ‏ : ‎ Atom (6 Aug. 2024)Language ‏ : ‎ EnglishHardcover ‏ : ‎ 432 pagesISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 0349125392ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-0349125398 Book Blurb Welcome to Florence, 1517, a world of intrigue and opulence, murder and betrayal. Sharp-witted conwoman Rosa Cellini arrives in the city the same day that the Medici Pope, Leo X, returns to take up the reins of power. This is not a coincidence. The new…

[theobviousparadox]

Review: The Medici Heist by Caitlin Schneiderhan

The Medici HeistCaitlin SchneiderhanFeiwel & FriendsPublished August 6, 2024 Amazon | Bookshop | Goodreads About The Medici Heist Welcome to Florence, 1517, a world of intrigue, opulence, secrets, and murder. The Medici family rules the city from their seat of wealth, but the people of Florence remember the few decades they spent as a Republic, free from the Medicis and their puppet Pope, Leo…

[knightotoc]

This absolute failure of a class traitor, omg

[greencheekconure27]

Luys de Narvaez (c.1500-1555): Paseábase el rey moro & Anon: Gaybatuk, B...

Paseábase el rey moro por la ciudad de Granada desde la puerta de Elvira hasta la de Vivarrambla. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Cartas le fueron venidas que su Alhama era ganada: las cartas echó en el fuego y al mensajero matara, ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Descabalga de una mula, y en un caballo cabalga; por el Zacatín arriba, subido se había al Alhambra. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Como en el Alhambra estuvo al mismo punto mandaba que se toquen sus trompetas, sus añafiles de plata. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Y que las cajas de guerra apriesa toquen al arma, porque lo oigan sus moros, los de la Vega y Granada. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Los moros que el son oyeron que al sangriento Marte llama, uno a uno y dos a dos juntado se ha gran batalla. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Allí fabló un moro viejo, de esta manera fablara: -¿Para qué nos llamas, rey, para qué es esta llamada? ¡Ay de mi Alhama! -Habéis de saber, amigos, una nueva desdichada: que cristianos de braveza ya nos han ganado Alhama. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Allí fabló un alfaquí de barba crecida y cana: -Bien se te emplea, buen rey, buen rey, bien se te empleara. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Mataste los Bencerrajes, que eran la flor de Granada: cogiste los tornadizos de Córdoba la nombrada. ¡Ay de mi Alhama! Por eso mereces, rey, una pena muy doblada: que te pierdas tú y el reino, y aquí se pierda Granada. ¡Ay de mi Alhama!

English translation by Lord Byron

The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada’s royal town; From Elvira’s gate to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama!

Letters to the monarch tell How Alhama’s city fell: In the fire the scroll he threw, And the messenger he slew. Woe is me, Alhama!

He quits his mule, and mounts his horse, And through the street directs his course; Through the street of Zacatin To the Alhambra spurring in. Woe is me, Alhama!

When the Alhambra walls he gain’d, On the moment he ordain’d That the trumpet straight should sound With the silver clarion round. Woe is me, Alhama!

And when the hollow drums of war Beat the loud alarm afar, That the Moors of town and plain Might answer to the martial strain. Woe is me, Alhama!

Then the Moors, by this aware, That bloody Mars recall’d them there, One by one, and two by two, To a mighty squadron grew. Woe is me, Alhama!

Out then spake an aged Moor In these words the king before, ‘Wherefore call on us, oh King? What may mean this gathering?’ Woe is me, Alhama!

‘Friends! ye have, alas! to know Of a most disastrous blow; That the Christians, stern and bold, Have obtain’d Alhama’s hold.’ Woe is me, Alhama!

Out then spake old Alfaqui, With his beard so white to see, ‘Good King! thou art justly served, Good King! this thou hast deserved. Woe is me, Alhama!

‘By thee were slain, in evil hour, The Abencerrage, Granada’s flower; And strangers were received by thee Of Cordova the Chivalry. Woe is me, Alhama!

‘And for this, oh King! is sent On thee a double chastisement: Thee and thine, thy crown and realm, One last wreck shall overwhelm. Woe is me, Alhama!