The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 26 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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 538 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
My lord (stay soldiers) I do beseech your highness, do not lose Such men for so slight causes. This is one Has still been faithful to you, a tried soul In all your father's battles; I have seen him Bestride a friend, against a score of foes, And look, he looks as he would kill his hundred For you, sir, were you in some danger. Till he killed his brother, his chancellor, than his Master, to which he can add nought to equal Nero, But killing of his mother. Peace, brave fool; Thou valiant ass, here is his brother too, sir, A captain of your guard, hath served you long, With the most noble witness of his truth Marked in his face, and every part about him, That turns not from an enemy. But view him, Oh do not grieve him sir, if you do mean That he shall hold his place: it is not safe To tempt such spirits, and let them wear their swords, You'll make your guards your terrors by these Acts And throw more hearts of from you than you hold: And I must tell you sir, (with my old freedom And my old faith to boot) you have not lived so But that your state will need such men, such hands Of which here's one, shall in an hour of trial Do you more certain service with a stroke, Than the whole bundle of your flatterers With all the unsavoury unction of their tongues. Peace, talker. One that loves you yet, my lord. And would not see you pull on your own ruinest Mercy becomes a Prince, and guards him best, Awe and affrights are never ties of Love; And when men begin to fear the Prince, they hate him. Am I the Prince, or you? My Lord I hope I have not uttered ought should urge that question. Then practise your obedience, see him dead. My Lord, I'll hear no more. I'm sorry then; there's no small despair, sir, of their safety, whose ears are blocked up against truth; come Captain. I thank you, sir. For what? for seeing thy brother dye a man, and honest? Live thou so Captain, I will I assure thee, Although I die for't too: come— Now Latorche, what do you think? That Aubreys' speech and manners sound somewhat of the boldest 'tis his custom. It may be so, and yet be worth a fear. If we thought so, it should be worth his life, and quickly too. I dare not, sir, be author Of what I would be, 'tis so dangerous; But with your highness' favour and your licence. He talks, 'tis true; he is licensed: leave him, We now are Duke alone, Latorche, secured; Nothing left standing to obscure our prospect, We look right forth, beside, and round about us, And see it ours with pleasure: only one Wished joy there wants, to make us to possess it, And that is Edith, Edith, she that got me In blood and tears, in such an opposite minute, As had I not once set all the flames And shaft of Love shot in me (his whole armoury) I should have thought him as far off as death.
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My lord (stay souldiers) I doe beseech your highnesse, doe not loose Such men for so slight causes. This is one Has still been faithfull to you, a tryde soule In all your fathers battailes; I have seene him Bestride a friend, against a score of foes, And looke, he looks as hee would kill his hundred For you, sir, were you in some danger. Till hee killd his brother, his chancellor, then his Master, to which he can adde nought to equall Nero, But killing of his mother. Peace, brave foole; Thou valiant asse, here is his brother too, sir, A captaine of your guard, hath servd you long, With the most noble witnesse of his truth Markd in his face, and every part about him, That turnes not from an enemy. But view him, Oh doe not grieve him sir, if you doe meane That hee shall hold his place: it is not safe To tempt such spirits, and let them weare their swords, You'le make your guards your terrours by these Acts And throw more hearts of from you then you hold: And I must tell you sir, (with my old freedome And my old faith to boot) you have not livd so But that your state will need such men, such hands Of which heres one, shall in an houre of tryall Doe you more certaine service with a stroak, Than the whole bundle of your flatterers With all the unsavory unction of their tongues Peace, talker. One that loves you yet, my lord. And would not see you pull on your owne ruines Mercy becomes a Prince, and guards him best, Awe and affrights are never tyes of Love; And when men begin to feare the Prince, they hate him. Am I the Prince, or you? My Lord I hope I have not utterd ought should urge that question. Then practise your obedience, see him dead. My Lord, Ile heare no more. I'me sorry then; theres no small despaire, sir, of their safety, whose eares are blockt up against truth; come Captain. I thank you, sir. For what? for seeing thy brother dye a man, and honest? Live thou so Captaine, I will I assure thee, Although I die for't too: come— Now Latorche, what doe you think? That Aubreys speech and manners sound somewhat of the boldest Tis his custome. It may be so, and yet be worth a feare. If we thought so, it should be worth his life, and quickly too. I dare not, sir, be author Of what I would be, tis so dangerous; But with your highnesse favour and your licence. He talks, tis true; he is licenc'd: leave him, We now are Duke alone, Latorche, securd; Nothing left standing to obscure our prospect, We look right forth, beside, and round about us, And see it ours with pleasure: only one Wish'd joy there wants, to make us to possesse it, And that is Edith, Edith, shee that got me In bloud and teares, in such an opposite minute, As had I not once set all the flames And shaft of Love shot in me (his whole armory) I should have thought him as farre off as death.