The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 34 of 39
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1617 [revised 1627-1630] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.80 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
You are still For that great Art of which you are the master; Yet, I must tell you, that to the encounters We oft attempt, armed only thus, we bring As troubled blood, fears mixed with flattering hopes, The danger in the service to as great As when we are to charge quite through and through The body of an Army. I'll not argue How you may rank the dangers, but will die in't, The ends which they arrive at, are as distant In every circumstance, as far as honour Is from shame and repentance. You are sour? I would speak my free thoughts, yet not appear so; Nor am I so ambitious of the title Of one that dares talk any thing that was Against the torrent of his own opinion, That I affect to speak aught may offend you: And therefore gracious Sir, be pleased to think My manners or discretion have informed me That I was borne, in all good ends, to serve you; And not to check at what concerns me not: I look not with sore eyes on your rich outside, Nor wrack my thoughts to find out to what purpose 'Tis now employed; I wish it may be good, And that, I hope, offends not for a subject Towards his Prince in things indifferent; To use the austereness of a Censuring Cato Is arrogance, not freedom. I commend This temper in you, and will cherish it, They come from Rome, Latorche employed you? True Sir. I must not now be troubled with a thought Of any new design; good Aubrey read 'em, And as they shall direct you, use my power, Or to reply or execute, I will sir. And Captain, bring a squadron of our guard To th'house that late was Baldwins, and there wait me. I shall. Some two hours hence. With my best care. Inspire me Love, and be thy deity Or scorned or feared, as now thou favourst me. My stay to do my duty, may be wrongs Your Lordship's privacy. Captain, your love Is ever welcome; I entreat your patience While I peruse these. I attend your pleasure. How's this, a plot on me? What is contained In th'letters that I brought, that thus transports him? To be wrought on by Rogues, and have my head Brought to the axe by knaves that cheat for bread? The Creatures of a parasite, a slave; I find you hear Latorche, not wonder at it; But that this honest Captain should be made His instrument, afflicts me; I'll make trial Whether his will or weakness made him do it. Captain you saw the Duke when he commanded I should do what these letters did direct me, And I presume you think I'll not neglect For fear or favour, to remove all dangers How near soever that man can be to me From whom they should have birth.
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)
1639
First performance / composition (Annals)
1617 [revised 1627-1630]
First performance (BritDrama)
1617 [1617-1620]
Company (BritDrama)
King's Men
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1114 · TCP A00958 · DEEP 935
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 2118–2185 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 39 in this edition
Length
485 words · 600 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.797 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T11 · seed 44: T14 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You are still For that great Art of which you are the master; Yet, I must tell you, that to the encounters We oft attempt, arm'd only thus, we bring As troubled blood, feares mixt with flattring hopes, The danger in the service to as great As when we are to charge quite through and through The body of an Army. I'le not argue How you may ranke the dangers, but will die in't, The ends which they arrive at, are as distant In every circumstance, as farre as honor Is from shame and repentance. You are sower? I would speake my free thoughts, yet not appeare so; Nor am I so ambitious of the title Of one that dares talke any thing that was Against the torrent of his owne opinion, That I affect to speake ought may offend you: And therefore gracious Sir, e pleased to thinke My manners or discretion have inform'd me That I was borne, in all good ends, to serve you; And not to checke at what concernes me not: I looke not with sore eyes on your rich out-side, Nor wracke my thoughts to find out to what purpose 'Tis now employ'd; I wish it may be good, And that, I hope, offends not for a subject Towards his Prince in things indifferent; To use the austerenesse of a Censuring Cato Is arrogance, not freedome. I commend This temper in you, and will cherish it, They come from Rome, Latorch imployed you? True Sir. I must not now be troubled with a thought Of any new designe; good Aubrey reade 'em, And as they shall direct you, use my power, Or to reply or execute, I will sir. And Captaine, bring a squadron of our guard To th'house that late was Baldwins, and there wait me. I shall. Some two houres hence. With my best care. Inspire me Love, and be thy diety Or scorn'd or fear'd, as now thou favourst me. My stay to do my duty, may be wrongs Your Lordships privacy. Captaine, your love Is ever welcome; I intreat your patience While I peruse these. I attend your pleasure. How's this, a plot on me? What is contain'd In th'letters that I brought, that thus transports him? To be wrought on by Rogues, and have my head Brought to the axe by knaves that cheate for bread? The Creatures of a parasite, a slave; I finde you heare Latorch, not wonder at it; But that this honest Captaine should be made His instrument, afflicts me; I'le make triall Whether his will or weaknesse made him doe it. Captaine you saw the Duke when he commanded I should do what these letters did direct me, And I presume you thinke I'le not neglect For feare or favour, to remove all dangers How neere soever that man can be to me From whom they should have birth.