The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 15 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 T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Let him alone sweet mother, and my Lords To make you understand how much I honour This sacred peace, and next my innocence And to avoid all further difference Discourse may draw on to a way of danger I quit my place, and take my leave for this night, Wishing a general joy may dwell among you. Shall we wait on your grace? I dare not break you, Latorche. Oh mother that your tenderness had eyes, Discerning eyes, what would this man appear then, The tale of Sinon when he took upon him To ruin Troy; with what a cloud of cunning He hid his heart, nothing appearing outwards, But came like innocence, and dropping pity, Sighs that would sink a Navy, and had tales Able to take the ears of Saints, belief too, And what did all these? blew the fire to Ilium, His crafty art (but more refined by study) My brother has put on: oh I could tell you But for the reverence I bear to nature, Things that would make your honest blood run backward. You dare tell me? Yes, in your private closet Where I will presently attend you; rise I am a little troubled, but 'twill off. Is this the joy I looked for? All will mend, Be not disturbed dear mother, I'll not fail you. I do not like this. That is still in our powers, But how to make it so that we may like it. Beyond us ever; Latorche me thought was busy, That fellow, if not looked to narrowly will do a sudden mischief. Hell look to him, For if there may be a devil above all, yet that rogue will make him; keep you up this night, And so will I, for much I fear a danger. I will, and in my watches use my prayers. You wonder Madam, that for all the shows My brother Rollo makes of hearty love And free possession of the Dukedom 'twixt us; I notwithstanding should stand still suspiscious, As if beneath those veils, he did convey Intents and practices of hate, and treason? It breeds indeed my wonder. Which makes mine, Since it is so safe and broad a beaten way, Beneath the name of friendship to betray. Though in remote and further of affections, These falsehoods are so common, yet in him They cannot so force nature; The more near The bands of truth bind, the more oft they sever, Being better cloaks to cover falsehood over. It cannot be, that fruits the tree so blasting Can grow in nature; take heed gentle son Lest some suborned suggester of these treasons, Believed in him by you, provoked the rather His tender envies, to such foul attempts; Or that your too much love to rule alone Breed not in him this jealous passion; There is not any ill we might not bear Were not our good held at a price too dear?
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Let him alone sweete mother, and my Lords To make you understand how much I honour This sacred peace, and next my innocence And to avoyd all further difference Discourse may draw on to a way of danger I quit my place, and take my leave for this night, Wishing a generall joy may dwell among you. Shall we waite on your grace? I dare not breake you, Latorche. Oh mother that your tendernesse had eyes, Discerning eyes, what would this man appeare then, The tale of Synon when he tooke upon him To ruine Troy; with what a cloud of cunning He hid his heart, nothing appearing outwards, But came like innocence, and dropping pitty, Sighes that would sinke a Navie, and had tales Able to take the eares of Saints, beleefe too, And what did all these? blew the fire to Illium, Hi crafty art (but more refin'd by study) My brother has put on: oh I could tell you But for the reverence I beare to nature, Things that would make your honest blood runne backward. You dare tell me? Yes, in your private closet Where I will presently attend you; rise I am a little troubled, but 'twill off. Is this the joy I look'd for? All will mend, Be not disturb'd deare mother, Ile not faile you. I doe not like this. That is still in our powers, But how to make it so that we may like it. Beyond us ever; Latorche me thought was buie, That fellow, if not lookt to narrowly will doe a suddaine mischiefe. Hell looke to him, For if there may be a devill above all, yet that rogue will make him; keepe you up this night, And so will I, for much I feare a danger. I will, and in my watches use my prayers. You wonder Madam, that for all the shewes My brother Rollo makes of hearty love And free possession of the Dukedome twixt us; I notwithstanding should stand still suspiscious, As if beneath those veyles, he did convey Intents and practises of hate, and treason? It breeds indeed my wonder. Which makes mine, Since it is so safe and broad a beaten way, Beneath the name of friendship to betray. Though in remote and further of affections, These falsehoods are so common, yet in him They cannot so force nature; The more neere The bands of truth bind, the more oft they sever, Beng better cloakes to cover falshood over. It cannot be, that fruites the tree so blasting Can grow in nature; take heede gentle sonne Least some subbornd suggester of these treasons, Beleiv'd in him by you, provok'd the rather His tender envies, to such foule atempts; Or that your too much love to rule alone Breed not in him this Iealous pasion; Thre is not any ill we might not beare Were not our good held at a price too deare?