The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 37 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The way to Paradise, my gentle maid, Is hard and crooked, scarce Repentance finding, With all her holy helps, the door to enter. Give me thy hand, what dost thou feel? Your tears sir. You weep extremely; strengthen me now justice, Why are these sorrow's sir? thou't never love me If I should tell thee, yet there's no way left Ever to purchase this blessed Paradise, But swimming thither in these tears. I stagger. Are they not drops of blood? No. theyare for blood then For guiltless blood, and they must drop, my Edith, They must thus drop, till I have drowned my mischiefs. If this be true, I have no strength to touch him. I prithee look upon me, turn not from me; Alas I do confess I'm made of mischief, Begot with all man's miseries upon me; But see my sorrows, made, and do not thou, Whose only sweetest sacrifice is softness, Whose true condition, tenderness of nature. My anger melts, Oh, I shall lose my justice. Do not thou learn to kill with cruelty, As I have done to murder with thy eyes, (Those blessed eyes) as I have done with malice, When thou hast wounded me to death with scorn, (As I deserve it Lady) for my true love, When thou hast loaden me with earth for ever, Take heed my sorrows, and the stings I suffer; Take heed my nightly dreams of death and horror Pursue thee not: no time shall tell thy griefs then, Nor shall an hour of joy add to thy beauties. Look not upon one as I killed thy father, As I was smeared in blood, do not thou hate me, But thus in whiteness of my washed repentance, In my hearts tears and truth of love to Edith, In my fair life hereafter. He will fool me. Oh with thine angel eyes behold and close me, Of heaven we call for mercy and obtain it; To Justice for our right on earth and have it; Of thee I beg for love, save me, and give it. Now heaven thy help, or I am gone for ever, His tongue has turned me into melting pity. Keep the doors safe, and upon pain of death Let no man enter till I give the word. We shall sir. Here he is in all his pleasure; I have my wish How now? why dost thou stare so? A help, I hope. What dost thou here? who sent thee? My brother, and the base malicious Office Thou mad'st me do to Aubrey, pray. Pray? Pray; pray if thou canst pray, I shall kill thy soul else, Pray suddenly. Thou canst not be so traitorous. It is a Justice; stay Lady; For I perceive your end; a woman's hand Must not rob me of vengeance. 'Tis my glory. 'Tis mine, stay, and share with me; by the gods, Rollo, There is no way to save thy life. No? No, it is so monstrous, no repentance cures it. Why then thou shalt kill her first, and what this blood Will cast upon thy cursed head. Poor Guard sir. Spare not brave Captain. Fear, or the devil has thee.
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The way to Paradise, my gentle maide, Is hard and crooked, scarce Repentance finding, With all her holy helpes, the dore to enter. Give me thy hand, what dost thou feele? Your teares sir. You weepe extreamly; strengthen me now justice, Why are these sorrowes sir? Thou't never love me If I should tell thee, yet there's no way left Ever to purchase this blest Paradise, But swimming thither in these teares. I stagger. Are they not drops of blood? No. Th'are for blood then For guiltlesse blood, and they must drop, my Edith, They must thus drop, ll I have drown'd my mischiefes. If this be true, I have no strength to touch him. I prethee looke upon me, turne not from me; Alas I doe confesse I'me made of mischiefe, Begot with all mans miseries upon me; But see my sorrowes, made, and doe not thou, Whose only sweetest sacrifice is softnesse, Whose true condition, tendernesse of nature. My anger melts, Oh, I shall lose my justice. Do not thou learne to kill with cruelty, As I have done to murther with thy eyes, (Those blessed eyes) as I have done with malice, When thou hast wounded me to death with scorne, (As I deserve it Lady) for my true love, When thou hast loaden me with earth for ever, Take heed my sorrowes, and the stings I suffer; Take heed my nightly dreames of death and horrour Persue thee not: no time shall tell thy griefes then, Nor shall an houre of joy adde to thy beauties. Looke not upon one as I kill'd thy father, As I was smear'd in blood, do not thou hate me, But thus in whitenesse of my wash't repentance, In my hearts teares and truth of love to Edith, In my faire life hereafter. He will foole me. Oh with thine angell eyes behold and close me, Of heaven we call for mercy and obtaine it; To Justice for our right on earth and have it; Of thee I beg for love, save me, and give it. Now heaven thy helpe, or I am gone for ever, His tongue ha's turn'd me into melting pity. Keepe the doores safe, and upon paine of death Let no man enter till I give the word. We shall sir. Here he is in all his pleasure; I have my wish How now? why dost thou stare so? A helpe, I hope. What dost thou here? who sent thee? My brother, and the base malicious Office Thou mad'st me doe to Aubrey, pray. Pray? Pray; pray if thou canst pray, I shall kill thy soule else, Pray suddenly. Thou can'st not be so trayterous. It is a Justice; stay Lady; For I perceive your end; a womans hand Must not rob me of vengeance. 'Tis my glory. 'Tis mine, stay, and share with me; by the gods, Rollo, There is no way to save thy life. No? No, it is so monstrous, no repentance cures it. Why then thou shalt kill her first, and what this blood Will cast upon thy cursed head. Poore Guard sir. Spare not brave Captaine. Feare, or the divell ha's thee.