The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 2 of 39
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1640 · first performed or written 1617 [revised 1627-1630] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
A Creditor shall not dare but by petition To make demand of any debt, and that Only once every leap year, in which if The debtor may be won for a French Crown To pay a sauce, he shall be registered His benefactor. The Chancellor hears you. Fear not, I now dare speak as loud as he, And will be heard and have all that I speak law. Have you no eyes? there's a reverence due From children of the gown to men of action. How's this? Ev'n so, the times, the times are changed, All business is not now preferred in parchment, Nor shall a grant pass which wants this broad seal, This seal, do you see? your gravity once laid My head and heels together in the dungeon For cracking a scald officers crown, for which A time is come for vengeance and expect it, For know you have not full three hours to live. Yes somewhat longer. To what end? To hang you, think on that Ruffian. For you Schoolmaster, you have a pretty daughter; let me see, Near three o'clock, by which time I much fear I shall be tired with killing some five hundred, Provide a bath, and her to entertain me. And that shall be your ransom. Impudent rascal! More of the crew. What are you Rollians? No: this for Rollo and all such as serve him: We stand for Otto. You seem men of fashion, And therefore i'll deal fairly, you shall have The honour this day to be chronicled The first men killed by Granpree; you see this sword, A pretty foolish toy, my valour's servant, And I may boldly say a Gentleman, It having made when it was Charlemaines Three thousand Knights; this Sir shall cut your throat, And do you all fair service else. I kiss your hands for the good offer, here's another The servant of your servant, which shall be proud To be scoured in your sweet guts, till when, Pray you command me. Your Idolater Sir. That ever such Should hold the names of men! Or justice be held cruelty, when it labours To pluck such roots up. Yet they are protected, and by the great ones. Not the good ones Baldwin. Is this a time to be spent thus by such That are the principal ministers of the State? When they that are the heads have filled the Court With factions, a weak woman only left To stay their bloody hands? can her weak arm Alone divert the dangers ready now To fall upon the Commonwealth, and bury The honours of it, leaving not the name Of what it was? O Gisbert the fair trials And frequent proofs which our late Master made Both of your love and faith, gave him assurance To choose you at his death to be a Guardian, nay A Father of his Sons, and that great trust
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A Creditor shall not dare but by petition To make demand of any debt, and that Only once every leap yeare, in which if The debtor may be won for a French Crown To pay a souse, he shall be registred His benefactor. The Chancellour heares you. Feare not, I now dare speak as lowd as he, And will be heard and have all that I speak law. Have you no eyes? there's a reverence due From children of the gowne to men of action. How's this? Ev'n so, the times, the times are chang'd, All businesse is not now prefer'd in parchment, Nor shall a grant passe which wants this broad seale, This seale, doe you see? your gravity once laid My head and heeles together in the dungeon For cracking a scald officers crowne, for which A time is come for vengeance and expect it, For know you have not full three houres to live. Yes somewhat longer. To what end? To hang you, think on that Ruffion. For you Schoolemaster, you have a pretty daughter; let me see, Neere three a clock, by which time I much feare I shall be tir'd with killing some five hundred, Provide a bath, and her to entertaine me. And that shall be your ransome. Impudent raskall! More of the crue. What are you Rollians? No: this for Rollo and all such as serve him: We stand for Otto. You seeme men of fashion, And therefore ile deale fairely, you shall have The honour this day to be chronicled The first men kill'd by Granpree; you see this sword, A prettie foolish toy, my valours servant, And I may boldly say a Gentleman, It having made when it was Charlemaines Three thousand Knights; this Sir shall cut your throat, And doe you all faire service else. I kisse your hands for the good offer, here's another The servant of your servant, which shall be proud To be scowr'd in your sweet guts, till when, Pray you command me. Your Idolater Sir. That ever such Should hold the names of men! Or justice be held cruelty, when it labours To pluck such roots up. Yet they are protected, and by the great ones. Not the good ones Baldwin. Is this a time to be spent thus by such That are the principall ministers of the State? When they that are the heads have fill'd the Court With factions, a weake woman only left To stay their bloudy hands? can her weake arme Alone divert the dangers ready now To fall upon the Common-wealth, and bury The honours of it, leaving not the name Of what it was? O Gisbert the faire tryalls And frequent proofes which our late Maister made Both of your love and faith, gave him assurance To choose you at his death to be a Guardian, nay A Father of his Sonnes, and that great trust