The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 2 of 39
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1617 [revised 1627-1630] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 441 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Excellent! And Hell but grant, the quarrel that's between The Princes may continue, and the business That's of the sword, t'outlast three suits in Law, And we will make Attorneys lansprisadoes, And our brave gownsmen practisers of backsword; The pewter of all Sergeants maces shall Be melted, and turned into common flagons, In which it shall be lawful to carouse To their most lousy fortunes. Here's a Statesman. A creditor shall not dare, but by petition, To make demand of any dept; and that Only once every leap-yeere, in which, if The debtor may be won for a French crown To pay a Saulz, he shall be registered His benefactor. The Chancellor hears you. Fear not, I now dare speak as loud as he, And will be heard, and have all I speak, Law; Have you no eyes? there is a reverence due, From children of the Gown, to men of Action: How's this? Even so; the times, the times are changed All business is not now preferred in parchment, Nor shall a grant pass that wants this broad seal; This seal d'ye see? your gravity once laid My head and heels together in the dungeon, For cracking a scald officers crown, for which A time is come for vengeance, and expect it; For know, you have not full three hours to live. Yes, somewhat longer. To what end? To hang you; think on that Ruffian. For you, schoolmaster, You have a pretty daughter; let me see, Near three a clock, (by which time I much fear, I shall be●yrd with killing some five hundred) Provide a bath, and her to entertain me, And that shall be your ransom. Impudent Rascal. More of the crew. What are you? Rollians? No; this for Rollo, and all such as serve him; We stand for Otto. You seem men of fashion, And therefore I'll deal fairly, you shall have The honour this day to be chronicled The first men killed by Grandpree; you see this swords; A pretty foolish toy, my valour's servant, And I may boldly say a gentleman, It having made when it was Charlemaignes, Three thousand knights; this sir, shall cut your throat, And do you all fair service else. I kiss your hands for the good offer; here's another too, the servant of your servants shall be proud to be scoured in your sweet guts; till when pray you command me. Your Idolater, Sir. That e'er such should hold the names of men, Or Justice be held cruelty, when it labours To pluck such weeds up! Yet they are protected, and by the great ones. Not the good ones, Baldwin.
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Excellent! And Hell but grant, the quarrell that's between The Princes may continue, and the businesse That's of the sword, t'outlast three suits in Law, And we will make Atturnies lansprisadoes, And our brave gown-men practisers of back-sword; The pewter of all Serjeants maces shall Be melted, and turn'd into common flaggons, In which it shall be lawfull to carouse To their most lowsie fortunes. Here's a Statesman. A creditor shall not dare, but by petition, To make demand of any dept; and that Only once every leap-yeere, in which, if The debtor may be won for a French crowne To pay a Saulz, hee shall be registred His benefactor. The Chancellor heares you. Feare not, I now dare speak as loud as hee, And will be heard, and have all I speak, Law; Have you no eyes? there is a reverence due, From children of the Gown, to men of Action: How's this? Even so; the times, the times are chang'd All businesse is not now preferrd in parchment, Nor shall a grant passe that wants this broad seale; This seale d'ye see? your gravity once layd My head and heeles together in the dungeon, For cracking a scall'd officers crowne, for which A time is come for vengeance, and expect it; For know, you have not full three houres to live. Yes, somewhat longer. To what end? To hang you; think on that Ruffian. For you, schoolemaster, You have a pretty daughter; let me see, Neere three a clock, (by which time I much feare, I shall beyrd with kiling some five hundred) Provide a bath, and her to entertaine me, And that shall be your ransome. Impudent Rascall. More of the crew. What are you? Rollians? No; this for Rollo, and all such as serve him; We stand for Otto. You seeme men of fashion, And therefore I'le deale fairely, you shall have The honour this day to be chronicled The first men kild by Grandpree; you see this sword A pretty foolish toy, my valour's servant, And I may boldly say a gentleman, It having made when it was Charlemaignes, Three thousand knights; this sir, shall cut your throat, And doe you all faire service else. I kisse your hands for the good offer; here's another too, the servant of your servant shall be proud to be scour'd in your sweet gutts; till when pray you command me. Your Idolater, ir. That e're such should hold the names of men, Or Justice be held cruelty, when it labours To pluck such weeds up! Yet they are protected, and by the great ones. Not the good ones, Baldwin.