The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 39 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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
By this time where's my huffing friend Lord Aubrey? Where's that good Gentleman? oh, I could laugh now, And burst myself with mere imagination; A wise man, and a valiant man, a just man; To suffer himself be juggled out of the world, By a number of poor Gipsies? farewell Swashbuckler, For I know thy mouth is cold enough by this time; A hundred of ye I can shave as neatly, And ne'er draw blood in show: now shall my honour, My power and virtue walk alone: my pleasure Observed by all, all knees bend to my worship, All suits to me as Saint of all their fortunes, Preferred and crowded too, what full place of credit, And what place now? your Lordship? no, 'tis common, But that I'll think to morrow on, now for my business. Whose there? Dead, my Master dead? Aubrey alive too? Litorche, Sir. Seize his body. My Master dead? And you within this half hour; Prepare yourself good devil, you must to it, Millions of gold shall not redeem thy mischief, Behold the Justice of thy practice, villain; The mass of murders thou hast drawn upon us: Behold thy doctrine; you look now for reward, sir, To be advanced, I'm sure, for all your labours? And you shall have it, make his gallows higher By ten foot at the least, and then advance him. Mercy, mercy. 'Tis too late fool, Such as you meant for me, away with him. What gaping knaves are these, bring'em in fellows, Now, what are you? Mathematicians if it please your Lordship. And you drew a figure? We have drawn many. For the Duke, I mean; sir Latorche's knaves you are. We know the Gentleman. What did he promise you? We are paid already. But I will see you better paid, go whip them. We do beseech your Lordship, we were hired. I know you were, and you shall have your hire; Whip'em extremely, whip that Doctor there, Till he record himself a Rogue. I am one, Sir. Whip him for being one, and when theyare whipped, Lead'em to the gallows to see their patron hanged; Away with them. Ah, good my Lord. Now to mine own right, gentlemans. You have the next indeed, we all confess it, And here stand ready to invest you with it. Which to make stronger to you, and the surer, Then blood or mischiefs dare infringe again, Behold this Lady, Sir, this noble Lady, Full of the blood as you are, of that nearness, How blessed would it be? I apprehend you, and so the fair Matilda dare accept Me her ever constant servant. In all pureness, In all humility of heart and services, To the most noble Aubrey, I submit me. Then this is our first tie, now to our business. We are ready all to put the honour on you, Sir. These sad rights must be done first, take up the bodies, This, as he was a Prince, so Princely funeral Shall wait upon him: on this honest Captain, The decency of arms; a tear for him too. So, sadly on, and as we view his blood, May his Example in our Rule raise good.
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By this time wher's my huffing friend Lord Aubrey? Where's that good Gentleman? oh, I could laugh now, And burst my selfe with meere imagination; A wise man, and a valiant man, a just man; To suffer himselfe be juggl'd out of the world, By a number of poor Gipseys? farewell Swash-buckler, For I know thy mouth is cold enough by this time; A hundred of ye I can shave as neatly, And nere draw bloud in shew: now shall my honor, My power and vertue walke alone: my pleasure Observ'd by all, all knees bend to my worship, All sutes to me as Saint of all their fortunes, Prefer'd and crowded too, what full place of credit, And what place now? your Lordship? no, 'tis common, But that I'le thinke to morrow on, now for my businesse. Whose there? Dead, my Master dead? Aubrey alive too? Litorche, Sir. Seize his body. My Master dead? And you within this halfe houre; Prepare your selfe good devill, you must to it, Millions of gold shall not redeeme thy mischiefe, Behold the Justice of thy practice, villaine; The masse of murthers thou hast drawn upon us: Behold thy doctrine; you look now for reward, sir, To be advanc'd, I'em sure, for all your labours? And you shall have it, make his gallows higher By ten foot at the least, and then advance him. Mercy, mercy. 'Tis too late foole, Such as you ment for mee, away with him. What gaping knaves are these, bring'em in fellows, Now, what are you? Mathematitians if it please your Lordship. And you drew a figure? We have drawn many. For the Duke, I meane; sir Latorches knaves you are. We know the Gentleman. What did he promise you? We are paid already. But I will see you better paid, go whip them. We do beseech your Lordship, we were hyr'd. I know you were, and you shall have your hyre; Whip'em extremely, whip that Doctor there, Till he record himselfe a Rogue. I am one, Sir. Whip him for being one, and when th'are whip't, Lead'em to the gallows to see their patron hang'd; Away with them. Ah, good my Lord. Now to mine own right, Gentlemen. You have the next indeed, we all confesse it, And here stand ready to invest you with it. Which to make stronger to you, and the surer, Then bloud or mischiefes dare infringe againe, Behold this Lady, Sir, this noble Lady, Full of the bloud as you are, of that neerenesse, How blessed would it be? I apprehend you, and so the faire Matilda dare acept Me her ever constant servant. In all purenesse, In all humility of heart and services, To the most noble Aubrey, I submit me. Then this is our first tye, now to our businesse. We are ready all to put the honor on you, Sir. These sad rights must be done first, take up the bodyes, This, as he was a Prince, so Princely funerall Shall waite upon him: on this honest Captaine, The decency of armes; a teare for him too. So, sadly on, and as we view his blood, May his Example in our Rule raise good.