The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 3 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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
How ill do you discharge? I must be plain That at the best you're a sad looker on Of those bad practises you should prevent. And where's the use of your Philosophy In this so needful time? be not secure, For Baldwin be assured since that the Princes When they were young and apt for any form, Were given to your instruction and grave ordering, 'Twill be expected that they should be good, Or their bad manners will be imputed yours. 'Twas not in me my Lord to alter nature. Nor can my Counsels work on them that will not Vouchsafe me hearing. Do these answers sort Or with your place or persons? or your years? Can Gisbert being the pillar of the Laws See them trod under foot, or forced to serve The PRINCE's unjust ends, and with a frown Be silenced from exclaiming on the abuse, Or Baldwin only weep the desperate madness Of his seduced Pupils? See those minds Which with good arts he laboured to build up, Examples of succeeding times o'erturned By undermining Parasites; no one precept Leading to any act, or great or good But is forced from their memory, in whose room Black Counsels are received and their retirements And secret conference, producing only Devilish designs, a man would shame to father. But I talk when I should do, and chide others For that I now offend in. See't confirmed: Now do or never speak more, We are yours. You shall know who I am. I do, my equal. Thy Prince, give way, were we alone i'd force thee In thy best blood to write thyself my subject, And glad I would receive it. Sir. Dear Lord. Thy subject? Yes, nor shall tame patience hold me A minute longer, only half myself, My birth gave me this Dukedom, and my sword Shall change it to the common grave of all That tread upon her bosom, ere I part with A piece of Earth, or title that is mine. I need it not, and would scorn to receive Though offered what I want not, therefore know From me though not delivered in great words, Eyes red with rage, poor pride, and threatning action; Our father at his death, then when no accent Wer't then a son could fall from him in vain, Made us coheirs, our part of land and honours Of equal weight, and to see this confirmed The oath of these is yet upon record, Who though they should forsake me, and call down The plagues of perjury on their sinful heads, I would not leave myself. Nor will we see the will of the dead Duke infringed. Nor I The elder robbed of what's his right. Nor you? Let me take place I say I will not see it, My sword is sharpest. Peace you tinderboxes, That only carry matter to make a flame, Which will consume you.
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How ill doe you discharge? I must be plaine That at the best y'are a sad looker on Of those bad practises you should prevent. And where's the use of your Philosophy In this so needfull time? be not secure, For Baldwin be assur'd since that the Princes When they were young and apt for any forme, Were given to your instruction and grave ordering, 'Twill be expected that they should be good, Or their bad manners will be imputed yours. 'Twas not in me my Lord to alter nature. Nor can my Counsells work on thē that will not Vouchsafe me hearing. Doe these answers sort Or with your place or persons? or your years? Can Gisbert being the piller of the Lawes See them trod uder foot, or forc't to serve The Princes unjust ends, and with a frowne Be silenc'd from exclaiming on the abuse, Or Baldwin only weepe the desperate madnesse Of his seduced Pupills? See those minds Which with good arts he labour'd to build up, Examples of succeeding times oreturn'd By undermineing Parasites; no one precept Leading to any act, or great or good But is forc'd from their memory, in whose roome Black Counsailes are receiv'd and their retirements And secret conference, produceing only Divelish designes, a man would shame to father. But I talke when I should doe, and chide others For that I now offend in. See't confirm'd: Now doe or never speak more, We are yours. You shall know who I am. I doe, my equall. Thy Prince, give way, were we alone ide force thee In thy best bloud to write thy selfe my subject, And glad I would receive it. Sir. Deare Lord. Thy subject? Yes, nor shall tame patience hold mee A minute longer, only halfe my selfe, My birth gave me this Dukedome, and my sword Shall change it to the common grave of all That tread upon her bosome, ere I part with A peece of Earth, or title that is mine. I need it not, and would scorne to receive Though offer'd what I want not, therefore know From me though not deliver'd in great words, Eies red with rage, poore pride, and threatning action; Our father at his death, then when no accent Wer't then a sonne could fall from him in vaine, Made us co-heires, our part of land and honours Of equall waight, and to see this confirm'd The oath of these is yet upon record, Who though they should forsake me, and call downe The plagues of perjury on their sinfull heads, I would not leave my selfe. Nor will we see the will of the dead Duke infring'd. Nor I The elder rob'd of what's his right. Nor you? Let me take place I say I will not see it, My sword is sharpest. Peace you tinder-boxes, That only carry matter to make a flame, Which will consume you.