The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 20 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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
You most hear me, If there be any spoke of pity in you, If sweet humanity and mercy rule you; I do confess you are a Prince, your anger As great as you, your execution greater. Away with him. Oh Captain, by thy manhood By her soft soul that bear thee, I do confess sir, Your doom of justice on your foes most righteous; Good noble Prince looke on the Take her from me. A curse upon his life that hinders me; May fathers blessing never fall upon him, May heaven never hear his prayers: I beseech you, Oh sir, these few tears beseech you; these chaste hands woo you Th never yet were heav'd but to things holy, Things like yourself, you are a God above us; Be as a God then, full of saving mercy; Mercy, oh mercy, for his sake mercy; That when your stout heart weapes shall give you pity; Here I must grow. By heaven I'll strike thee woman. Most willingly, let all thy anger seek me, All the most studied torments, so this good man, This old man, and this innocent escape thee. Carry him away, I say. Now blessing on thee, oh sweet pity, I see it in thy eyes. I charge you soldiers Even by the Prince's power, release my father; The Prince is merciful, why do you hold him? He is old, why do you hurt him? speak, oh speak sir; Speak, as you are a man; a man's life hangs sir, A friends life, and a foster life upon you: 'tis but a word, but mercy, quickly spoke sir; Oh speak Prince, speak. Will no man here obey me? Have I no rule yet? as I live he dies That does not execute my will, and suddenly. All that thou canst do, takes but one short hour from me. Hue off her hands. Lady hold off. No hew'm, Hue off my innocent hands as he commands you, They'll hang the faster on for death's convulsion; Thou seed of rocks, will nothing move thee then: Are all my tears lost? all my righteous prayers Drowned in thy drunken wrath? I stand thus then Thus boldly, bloody Tyrant, And to thy face in heavens high name defy thee; And may sweet mercy when thy soul sighs for it, When under thy black mischiefs thy flesh trembles, When neither strength, nor youth, nor friends, nor gold Can stay one hour, when thy most wretched conscience Waked from her dream of death like fire shall melt thee, When all thy mother's tears, thy brother's wounds, Thy people's fears and curses, and my loss, My aged father's loss shall stand before thee. Save him I say, run, save him, save her father Fly and redeem his head. May then that pity, That comfort thou expectest from heaven, that mercy Be locked up from thee, fly thee, howling find thee, Despair, oh my sweet father, storms of terrors, Blood till thou burst again. Oh fair sweet anger.
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You most heare me, If there be any spake of pity in you, If sweete humanity and mercy rule you; I doe confesse you are a Prince, your anger As great as you, your execution greater. Away with him. Oh Captaine, by thy manhood By her soft soule that beare thee, I doe confesse sir, Your doome of justice on your foes most righteous; Good noble Prince looke on the Take her from me. A curse upon his life that hinders me; May fathers blessing never fall upon him, May heaven never heare his prayers: I beseech you, Oh sir, these few teares beseech you; these chast hands wooe you Th never yet were heav'd but to things holy, Things like your selfe, you are a God above us; Be as a God then, full of saving mercy; Mercy, oh mercy, for his sake mercy; That when your stout heart weapes shall give you pitty; Here I must grow. By heaven Ile strike thee woman. Most willingly, let all thy anger seeke me, All the most studyed torments, so this good man, This old man, and this innocent escape thee. Carry him away, I say. Now blessing on thee, oh sweet pitty, I see it in thy eyes. I charge you souldiers Even by the Princes power, release my father; The Prince is mercifull, why doe you hold him? He is old, why doe you hurt him? speake, oh speake sir; Speake, as you are a man; a mans life hangs sir, A friends life, and a foster life upon you: Tis but a word, but mercy, quickly spoke sir; Oh speake Prince, speake. Will no man here obey me? Have I no rule yet? as I live he dies That does not execute my will, and suddenly. All that thou canst doe, takes but one short houre from me. Hew off her hands. Lady hold off. No hew'm, Hew off my innocent hands as he commands you, They'le hang the faster on for deaths convulsion; Thou seede of rockes, will nothing move thee then: Are all my teares lost? all my righteous prayers Drown'd in thy drunken wrath? I stand thus then Thus boldly, bloody Tyrant, And to thy face in heavens high name defie thee; And may sweet mercy when thy soule sighes for it, When under thy blacke mischies thy flesh trembles, When neither strength, nor youth, nor friends, nor gold Can stay one houre, when thy most wretched conscience Wak'd from her dreame of death like fire shall melt thee, When all thy mothers teares, thy brothers wounds, Thy peoples feares and curses, and my losse, My aged fathers losse shall stand before thee. Save him I say, runne, save him, save her father Flie and redeeme his head. May then that pitty, That comfort thou expect'st from heaven, that mercy Be lock't up from thee, fly thee, howling find thee, Despaire, oh my sweete father, stormes of terrors, Blood till thou burst againe. Oh faire sweet anger.