The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 24 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 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Three merry boys, etc. There's a few copies for you; now farewell friends: And good Mr Sheriff, let me not be printed With a brass pot on my head. March fair, march fair, afore good Captain Pantler. Pant. Oh man or beast, or you at least, That wear or brow or antler, Prick up your ears, unto the tears Of me poor Paul the Pantler, That thus am clipped because I chipped The cursed crust of Treason With loyal knife: Oh doleful strife, To hang thus without reason. LAtorch, I have waited here to speak with you, And you must hearken: Set not forth your legs Of haste, nor put your face of business on; An honester affair than this I urge too, You will not easily think on; and 'twill be Reward to entertain it: 'tis your fortune To have our Master's care above the rest Of us that follow him, but that no man envies: For I have well considered, truth sometimes May be conveyed in by the same conduits That falsehood is: These courses that he takes, Cannot but end in ruin; Empire got By blood and violence, must so be held; And how unsafe that is, he first will prove, That toiling still to remove enemies, Makes himself more; it is not now a Brother A faithful counselor of estate or two, That are his danger, they are far dispatched It is a multitude that begin to fear, And think what began there, must end in them, For all the fine Oration that was made 'em; And they are not an easy monster quelld. Prince's may pick their suffering Nobles out; And one by one employ 'em to the block; but when they once grow formidable to their clowns, and cobblers, ware then, guard themselves; if thou durst tell him this, Lotorche, the service would not discredit the good name you hold with men, besides the profit to your master, and the public. I conceive not so, sir. They are airy fears; and why should I object them unto his fancy? Wound what is yet found? your counsels colour not, With reason of state, where all that's necessary still is just? The actions of the prince, while they succeed, Should be made good, and glorified; not questioned, Men do but show their ill affections, that— What? speak out. Do murmur against their masters. Is this to me? It is to whosoever mislikes of the Duke's courses ay, ist so? at your stateward, sir? I'm sworn to hear nothing may prejudice the prince. Why do you? or have you, ha? I cannot tell, men's hearts show in their words sometims. I everthought thee Knave of the chamber, art thou the spy too? A watchman for the state, and one that's known Sir, to be rightly affected.
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Three merry boyes, &c. There's a few coppies for you; now farewell friends: And good Mr Sheriffe, let me not be printed With a brasse pot on my head. March faire, march faire, afore good Captain Pantler. Pant. Oh man or beast, or you at least, That weare or brow or antler, Prick up your eares, unto the teares Of me poore Paul the Pantler, That thus am clipt because I chipt The cursed crust of Treason With loyall knife: Oh dolefull strife, To hang thus without reason. LAtorch, I have wayted here to speak with you, And you must hearken: Set not forth your legs Of haste, nor put yonr face of businesse on; An honester affaire than this I urge too, You will not easily think on; and twill be Reward to entertaine it: Tis your fortune To have our Masters are above the rest Of us that follow him, but that no man envies: For I have well condered, truth sometimes May be conveyd in by the same conduits That falshood is: These courses that he takes, Cannot but end in ruine; Empire got By blood and violence, must so be held; And how unsafe that is, he first will prove, That toyling still to remove enemies, Makes him selfe more; it is not now a Brother A faithfull Councellour of estate or two, That are his danger, they are far dispatch'd It is a multitude that begin to feare, And think what began there, must end in them, For all the fine Oration that was made 'em; And they are not an easie monster quelld. Princes may pick their suffering Nobles out; And one by one employ 'em to the block; but when they once grow formidable to their clownes, and coblers, ware then, guard themselves; if thou durst tell him this, Lotorche, the service would not discredit the good name you hold with men, besides the profit to your master, and the publick. I conceive not so, sir. They are ayrie feares; and why should I object them unto his fancy? Wound what is yet ound? your counsailes colour no, With reason of state, where all thats necessary still is just? The actions of the prince, while they succeed, Should be made good, and glorified; not questiond, Men doe but shew their ill affections, that — What? speak out. Doe murmure against their masters. Is this to mee? It is to whosoever mislikes of the Dukes courses I, ist so? at your stateward, sir? I'me sworne to heare nothing may prejudice the prince. Why doe you? or have you, ha? I cannot tel, mens hearts shew in their words sometims. I everthought thee Knave of the chamber, art thou the spy too? A watchman for the state, and one that's known Sir, to be rightly affected.