The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 22 of 39
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1617 [revised 1627-1630] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.79 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
If this game end thus, heavens will rule the set. What we have yielded to, we could not let. Good Lady rise, and raise your spirits withal, More high than they are humbled; you have cause, As much as ever honoured happiest Lady; And when your ears are freer to take in Your most amendful and unmatched fortunes, I'll make you drown a hundred helpless deaths In sea of one life poured into your bosom; With which shall flow into your arms, the riches, The pleasures, honours, and the rule o Pin; Which though death stop your ears, me thinks should ope'm Assay to forget death. Oh slaughtered father. Taste of what cannot be redressed, and bless The fate that yet you curse so; since for that You spoke so movingly, and your sweet eyes With so much grace filled, that you set on fire The Duke's affection, whom you now may rule As he rules all his Dukedom, is't not sweet? Does it not shine away your sorrow's clouds? Sweet Lady, take wise heart, and hear, and tell me I hear no word you speak. Prepare to hear then, And be not barred up from yourself, nor add To your ill fortune with your far worse judgements Make me your servant to attend with all joys Your sad estate, till they both bless and speak it: See how they'le bow to you, make me waite, command m To watch out every minute, for the stay Your modest sorrow fancies, raise your graces, And do my hopes the honour of your motion, To all the offered heights that now attend you: Oh how your touches ravish? how the Duke Is slain already with your flames embraced? I will both serve and visit you, and often. I am not fit sir. Time will make you Lady. COme bring in these fellows, on, away with them. Make room before there, room for the prisoners● Let's run before boys, we shall have no places else. Are these the youths? These are the youths you look for, And, pray my honest friends, be not so hasty, There will be nothing done till we come, I assure you. Here's a wise hanging, are there no more? Do you hear sir? you may come in for your share if you please. My friend, if you be unprovided of a hanging, You look like a good fellow, I can afford you A reasonable pennyworth. Afore, afore boys, here's enough to make us sport. Pox take you, Do you call this sport? are these your recreations? Must we be hanged to make you mirth? Do you hear sir? You custard pate, we go to't for high treason, An honourable fault: thy foolish father Was hanged for stealing sheep. Away, away boys. Do you see how that sneaking rogue looks now? You, chip, Pantler, you peaching rogue, that provided us these necklaces: you poor rogue, you costive rogue you.
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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If this game end thus, heavens will rule the se. What we have yeelded to, we could not let. Good Lady rise, and raise your spirits withall, More high than they are humbled; you have cause, As much as ever honour'd happiest Lady; And when your eares are freer to take in Your most amendfull and unmatched fortunes, Ile make you drowne a hundred helpelesse deathes In sea of one life powr'd into your bosome; With which shall flow into your armes, the rihes, The pleasures, honours, and the rule o Pin; Which though death stop your eaes, me thinks should ope'm Assay to forget death. Oh slaughter'd father. Taste of what cannot be redress'd, and blesse The fate that yet you curse so; sine for that You spake so movingly, and your sweet eyes With so much grace fill'd, that you set on fire The Dukes affection, whom you now may rule As he rules all his Dukedome, is't not sweet? Does it not shine away your sorrowes clouds Sweet Lady, take wie heart, and heare, and tell me I heare no word you speake. Prepare to heare then, And be not barr'd up from your selfe, nor adde To your ill fortune with your farre worse judgement Make me your servant to attend with all joyes Your sad estate, till they both blesse and speake it: See how they'le bow to you, make me waite, command m To watch out every minute, for the stay Your modest sorrow fancies, raise your graces, And doe my hopes the honour of your motion, To all the offered heights that now attend you: Oh how your touches ravish? how the Duke Is slaine already with your flames embrac'd? I will both serve and viite you, and often. I am not fit sir. Time will make you Lady. COme bring in these fellows, on, away with them. Make roome before there, roome for the prisoners Let's run before boyes, we shall have no places else Are these the youths? These are the youths you look for, And, pray my honest friends, be not so hasty, There will be nothing done till we come, I assure you. Here's a wise hanging, are there no more? Doe you heare sir? you may come in for your share if you please. My friend, if you be unprovided of a hanging, You look like a good fellow, I can afford you A reasonable peny-worth. Afore, afore boyes, here's enough to make us sport. Pox take you, Doe you call this sport? are these your recreations? Must we be hang'd to make you mirth? Doe you heare sir? You custard pate, we go to't for high treason, An honourable fault: thy foolish father Was hang'd for stealing sheepe. Away, away boyes. Doe you see how that sneaking rogue lookes now? You, chip, Pantler, you peaching rogue, that provided us these necklaces: you poore rogue, you costive rogue you.