The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 25 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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Bawd of the state; No less than of thy master's lusts. I now See nothing can redeem thee; dost thou mention Affection, or a heart that ne'er hadst any? knowst not to love or hate, but by the state, As thy prince does`t before thee? that dost never Wear thy own face, but puttest on his, and gather'st● Baits for his ears: liv'st wholly at his beck, And e'er thou dar'st utter a thought's thine own, Must expect his; crep'st forth and wadest into him As if thou wert to pass a ford, there proving Yet if thy tongue may stop on safely, or no: Then bring'st his virtue asleep, and stay'st the wheel Both of his reason, and judgement, that they move not. Whitest over all his vices; and at last Dost draw a cloud of words before his eyes, Till he can neither see thee, nor himself? Wretch; I dare give him honest counsels, I; And love him while I tell him truth: old Aubrey Dares go the straightest way, which still`s the shortest, Walk on the thorns thou scatter'st, Parasite, And tread 'em into nothing: and if thou Then lettest a look fall, of the least dislike, I'll rip thy crown up with my sword at height, And pluck thy skin over thy face: in sight Of him thou flatterest; unto thee I speak it, Slave, against whom all laws, should now conspire, And every creature that hath sense, be armed, As against the common enemy of mankind; That sleepest within thy master's ear, and whisp'erst 'tis better for him to be feared, than loud: Bidst him trust no man's friendship, spare no blood, That may secure him; 'tis no cruelty That hath a spacious end; for sovereignty Break all the laws of kind; if it succeed An honest, noble, and praiseworthy deed; While he that takes thy poisons in, shall feel Their virulent workings in a point of time, When no repentance can bring aid, but all His spirits shall melt, with what his conscience burned And dying in flatterers arms, shall fall unmournd. There's matter for you now. My lord, this makes not, for loving of my master. Loving? no. They hate ill Princes most that make them so. I'll hear no more. Alas, 'tis for my brorher. I beseech your highness. How, a brother? had not I one myself? did title Move me when it was fit that he should dye? away. Brother, lose no word more, leave my good cause T`upbraid the tyrant, I'm glad, I'm fall'n, Now in those times that willed some great example T' assure men we can die for honesty. Sir, you are brave; pray that you hold your neck As bravely forth anon unto your headsman. Would he would strike as bravely, and thou by. Rollo, 'twould make thee quake to see me die. What's his offence? For giving Gisbert burial; who was sometimes his master, Yes: lord Aubery. My gratitude, and humanity, are my crimes. Why bear you him not hence?
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Baud of the state; No lesse than of thy masters lusts. I now See nothing can redeem thee; doest thou mention Affection, or a heart that ne're hadst any? Know'st not to love or hate, but by the state, As thy prince does`t before thee? that dost never Weare thy owne face, but putt'st on his, and gather'st Baits for his ares: liv'st wholly at his beck, And e're thou dar'st utter a thought's thine owne, Must expect his; crep'st forth and wad'st into him As if thou wert to passe a foord, there proving Yet if thy tongue may stop on safely, or no: Then bring'st his vertue asleep, and stayst the wheele Both of his reason, and judgement, that they move no. Whit'st over all his vices; and at last Dost draw a cloud of words before his eyes, Till hee can neither see thee, nor himselfe? Wretch; I dare give him honest counsailes, I; And love him while I tell him truth: old Aubrey Dares goe the straightest way, which still`s the shortest, Walke on the thornes thou scatter'st, Parasite, And tread 'em into nothing: and if thou Then lett'st a look fall, of the least dislike, Ile rip thy crown up with my sword at height, And pluck thy skin over thy face: in sight Of him thou flatter'st; unto thee I speak it, Slave, against whom all lawes, should now conspire, And every creature that hath sense, be armd, As 'gainst the common enimy of mankind; That sleepst within thy masters eare, and whisp'erst Tis better for him to be feard, than lovd: Bidst him trust no mans freindship, spare no blood, That may secure him; tis no cruelty That hath a spatious end; for soverainty Break all the lawes of kind; if it succeed An honest, noble, and prayse-worthy deed; While hee that takes thy poysons in, shall feele Their virulent workings in a poynt of time, When no repentance can bring ayd, but all His spirits shall melt, with what his conscience burnd And dying in flatterers armes, shall fall unmournd. Theres matter for you now. My lord, this makes not, for loving of my master. Loving? no. They hate ill Princes most that make them so. Ile heare no more. Alas, tis for my brorher. I beseech your highnesse. How, a brother? had not I one my selfe? did title Move mee when it was fit that hee should dye? away. Brother, loose no word more, leave my good cause T`upbraid the tyrant, I`me glad, `me falne, Now in those times that willd some great example T' assure men wee can die for honesty. Sir, you are brave; pray that you hold your neck As bravely forth anon unto your headsman. Would hee would strike as bravely, and thou by. Rollo, t'would make thee quake to see mee die. Whats his offence? For giving Gisbert buriall; who was sometimes his master, Yes: lord Aubery. My gratitude, and humanity, are my crimes. Why beare you him not hence?