The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 38 of 39
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1617 [revised 1627-1630] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 537 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Such fear sir as you gave your honoured mother, When your most virtuous brother, shield like, held her; Such I'll give you, put her away. I will not, I will not die so tamely. Murderous villain, wilt thou draw seas of blood upon thee. Fear not, kill him good Captain, any way dispatch Him, my body's honoured with that sword that through me, Sends his black soul to hell: Oh, but for one hand. Shake him off bravely. He's too strong, strike him. Oh, am I with you Sir? now keep you from him, What has he got a knife. Look to him Captain, for now he will be mischievous. Do you smile Sir? Does it so tickle you? have at you once more. Oh bravely thrust; take heed he come not in Sir; To him again, you give him too much respite. Yet will you save my life, and I'll forgive thee. And give the all, all honours, all advancements, Call thee my friend. Strike, strike, and hear him not, His tongue will tempt a Saint. Oh, for my soul's sake. Save nothing of him. Now for your farewell, Are you so warry? take you that. Thou, that too; Oh thou hast killed me basely, basely, basely. The just reward of murder falls upon thee. How do you Sir? has he not hurt you? No, I feel not any thing. I charge you let us pass. You cannot yet sir. I'll make way then. We are sworn to our Captain, and till he give the word. Now let them in there. Oh, here he lies, Sorrow on sorrow seeks me, Oh, in his blood he lies, Had you spoke sooner This might have been prevented; Take the Duchess, And lead her off, this is no sight for her eyes Oh, bravely done wench. There stands the noble doer. My honour ever seek thee for thy justice, Oh 'twas a deed of high and brave adventure, A justice even for heaven to envy at, Farewell my sorrows, and my tears take truee, My 〈…〉 Oh bloody Brother, Till this hour never beauteous; till thy life, Like a full sacrifice for all thy mischiefs, Flowed fro 〈…〉 rivers, never righteous: Oh how my eyes 〈…〉 wish than joys how? My longing heart even leaping out for lightness, But die thy black sins with thee. I forgive thee. Who did this deed? ay, and I'll answer it. He faints, oh that same cursed knife has killed him. How? He snatched it from my hand, for whom I bore it, And as they grapelled. Justice is ever equal, Had it not been on him, thou'dst died too honest. Did you know of his death? Yes, and rejoice in't. I'm sorry for your youth then; though the strictness Of Law shall not fall on you, that of life Must presently, go to a Cloister, carry her, And there for ever lead your life in penitence. Best Father to my soul, I give you thanks, sir, And now my fair revenges have their ends, My vows shall be my kin, my prayers my friends. Stay there, I'll step in and prepare the Duke, We shall have brave rewards? That is without question.
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Such feare sir as you gave your honor'd mother, When your most vertuous brother, sheild like, held her; Such I'le give you, put her away. I will not, I will not die so tamely. Murtherous villaine, wilt thou draw seas of blood upon thee. Feare not, kill him good Captaine, any way dispatch Him, my body's honor'd with that sword that through me, Sends his blacke soule to hell: Oh, but for one hand. Shake him off bravely. He's too strong, strike him. Oh, am I with you Sir? now keepe you from him, What has he got a knife. Looke to him Captaine, for now he will be mischievous. Do you smile Sir? Do's it so tickle you? have at you once more. Oh bravely thrust; take heed he come not in Sir; To him againe, you give him too much rspite. Yet will you save my life, and I'le forgive thee. And give the all all honors, all advancements, Call thee my friend. Strike, strike, and heare him not, His tongue will tempt a Saint. Oh, for my soules sake. Save nothing of him. Now for your farewell, Are you so warry? take you that. Thou, that too; Oh thou hast kil'd me basely, basely, basely. The just reward of murther falls upon thee. How doe you Sir? ha's he not hurt you? No, I feele not any thing. I charge you let us passe. You cannot yet sir. I'le make way then. We are sworne to our Captaine, and till he give the word. Now let them in there. Oh, here he lies, Sorrow on sorrow seekes me, Oh, in his blood he lyes, Had you spoke sooner This might have beene prevented; Take the Dutchesse, And leade her off, this is no sight for her eyes Oh, bravely done wench. There stands the noble doer. My honor ever seeke thee for thy justice, Oh 'twas a deed of high and brave adventure, A justice even for hen o envy at, Farewell my sorrowes, and my teares take truee, My Oh bloody Brother, Till this houre never beauteous; till thy life, Like a full sacrifice for all thy misefes, Flow'd fro riers, never righteous: Oh how my eyes wish then joyes how? My longing heart even leaping out for lightnesse, But dye thy black sins with thee. I forgive thee. Who did this deed? I, and I'le answer it. He faints, oh that same cursed knife has kil'd him. How? He snatch'd it from my hand, for whom I bore it, And as they grapell'd. Justice is ever equall, Had it not been on him, th'adst dy'd too honest. Did you know of his death? Yes, and rejoyce in't. I'me sory for your youth then; though the strictnesse Of Law shall not fall on you, that of life Must presently, go to a Cloyster, carry her, And there for ever lead your life in penitence. Best Father to my soule, I give you thankes, sir, And now my faire revenges have their ends, My vowes shall be my kin, my prayers my friends. Stay there, I'le step in and prepare the Duke, We shall have brave rewards? That is without question.