The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 19 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nor, Is it your Tutor's part to shield such doctrine? Sir, first know you, In praise of your pure Oratory that raise you. That when the people, who I know by this Are raised out of their rests, and hastening hither To witness what is done here, are arrived with our Latorche, that you extempore Shall fashion an Oration to acquit And justify this forced fact of mine; Or for the proud refusal lose your head. I fashion an Oration to acquit you? Sir, know you then, that 'tis a thing less easy To excuse a parricide than to commit it. I do not wish you sir, to excuse me, But to accuse my brother, as the cause Of his own slaughter by attempting mine. Not for the world, I should pour blood on blood; It were another murder to accuse Him that fell innocent. Away with him, hence, hail him straight to execution far fly such rigour your amendful hand. He perishes with him that speaks for him; Guard do thy office on him, on your lives-paine. Tyrant, 'twill haste thy own death. Let it wing it, Ne threatens me; Villains tear him piece, meal 〈◊〉. Avaunt sir. Force him hence. Dispatch him Captain, And bring me instant word he is dispatched. And how his rhetoric takes it. I'll not fail sir. Captain, beside remember this in chief; That being executed you deny To all his friends the rits of funeral, And cast his carcase out to dogs and fowls. 'tis done my Lord. Upon your life not fail. What impious daring is there here of heaven? Sir now prepare yourself against the people, Make here their entry to discharge the Oration, He hath denied my will. For fear of death? ha, ha, ha, Is death ridiculous with you? Works misery of age this, or thy judgements judgement false tyrant. You'll make no Oration then? Not to excuse, but aggravate thy murder if thou wilt; which I will so enforce, I'll make thee wreak it (With hate of what thou winnest by't) on thyself, With such another justly merited murder. I'll answer you anon. The citizens are hasting sir in heapens, all full resolved By my persuasions of your brother's Treasons: Honest Latorche. See sir, here's Gisbert's head. Good speed; waste with a sword? An axe fir. An axe, 'twas vildly done, I would have had My own fine Headsman done it with a sword: Go, take this dotard here, and take his head Off with a sword. Your schoolmaster? Even he. For teaching thee no better; 'tis the best Of all thy damned justices; away Captain, I'll follow. Oh stay there Duke, and in the midst of all thy blood and fury, Hear a poor maids' petitions, here a daughter, The only daughter of a wretched father; Oh stay your haste as you shall need this mercy. Away with this fond woman.
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Nor, Is it your Tutors part to shield such doctrine? Sir, first know you In praise of your pure Oratorie that raise you. That when the people, who I know by this Are raised out of their rests, and hastening hithe To witnesse what is done here, are arrived With Latorch, that you extempr Shall fashion an Oration to acquit And justifie this forced fact of mine; Or for the proud refusall lose your head. I fashion an Oration to acquit you? Sir, know you then, that tis a thing lesse easie To excuse a parracide than to commit it. I doe not wish you sir, to excuse me, But to accuse my brother, as the cause Of his owne slaughter by attempting mine. Not for the world, I should powre blood on blood It were another murther to accuse Him that fell innocent. Away with him, hence, haile him streight to executio Farre fly such rigour your amendfull hand. He perishes with him that speakes for him uard doe thy office on him, on your lives-paine. Tyrant, twill hase thy owne death. Let it wing it, Ne threatens me; Villaines tre him piece, meale . Avant sir. Force him hence. Dispatch him Captaine, And bring me instant word he i dispatched. And how his reike takes it. Ile not faile sir. Captaine, besides remember this in chiefe; That being executed you denie To all his friends the rits of funerall, And cast his carkase out to dogges and oules. Tis done my Lord. Vpon your life not faile. What impious daring is there here of heaven? Sir now prepare your selfe against the people, Make here their entry to discharge the Oration, He hath denied my will. For feare of death? ha, ha, ha, Is death rediculous with you? Workes misery of age this, or thy judgement Iudgement false tyrant. Youle make no Oration then? Not to excuse, but aggravate thy murther if thou wilt; which I will so enforce, Ile make thee wreake it (With hate of what thou win'st by't) on thy selfe, With such another justly merited murther. Ile answer you anon. The citizens are hasting sir in heapēs, all full resolv'd By my perswasions of your brothers Treason: Honest Latorch. See sir, here's Gisberts head. Good speed; wast with a sword? An axe fir. An axe, twas vildely done, I would have had My owne fine Headsman done it with a sword: Goe, take this dotard here, and take his head Off with a sword. Your Schoolmaster Even he. For teaching thee no better; tis the best Of all thy damned justices; away Captaine, Ile follow. Oh stay there Duke, and in the midst of all thy blood and fury, Heare a poore maides petitions, here a daughter, The onely daughter of a wretched father Oh stay your haste as you shall neede this mercy. Away with this fond woman.