The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 4 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 T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
You are troublesome, This is no time for Arguments, my title Needs not your school defences, but my sword With which the Gordian of your Sophistry Being cut, shall show the Imposture for your law. It is in me to change them as I please, I being above them (Gisbert) Would you have me protect them? Let them then now stretch their extremest rigour, And seize upon that Traitor, and your tongue Make him appear first dangerous and then odious, And after under the pretence of safety For the sick State, the Lands and people's quiet, Cut off his head, and I'll give up my sword, And fight with them at a more certain weapon To kill, and with authority. Sir I grant, The Laws are useful weapons, but found out To assure innocence not to oppress. Then you conclude him innocent? The power your father gave him, must not prove a crime. Nor should you so receive it. To which purpose, All that dare challenge any part in goodness Will become Suppliants to you. Such have none, That dare move me in this, hence, I defy you Be of his party, bring it to your laws, And thou thy double heart, thou popular fool: Your moral rules of justice, and her balance. I stand on my own Guard. Which thy injustice Will make thy enemies; by the memory Of him whose better part now suffers for thee, Whose reverend ashes with an impious hand, Thou throwest out to contempt, in thy repining At his so just decree; thou art unworthy Of what his last will, not thy merit gave thee, That art so swollen within, with all those mischiefs That ere made up a Tyrant, that thy breast The prison of thy purposes, cannot hold them But that they break forth, and in thy own words Discover, what a monster they must serve, That shall acknowledge thee. Thou shalt not live To be so happy. Nor your misery Begin in murder; duty, allegiance, And all respect of what you are forsake me. Do you stare on's? is this a theater? Or shall these kill themselves, like to manfencers, To make you sport? keep them asunder, or By Heaven I'll charge on all. Keep the peace, I am for you my Lord, and if you'll have me I'll act the Constable's part. Live I to see this! Will you do that your Enemies dare not wish, And cherish in yourselves those furies which Hell would cast out? do, I am ready, kill me, And these that would fall willing sacrifices To any power that would restore your reason And make you men again, which now you are not. These are your bucklers boy, My hindrances, And were I not confirmed, my justice in The taking of thy life, could not weigh down The wrong, in shedding the least drop of blood Of these, whose goodness only now protects thee. Thou shouldst feel, I in act would prove myself What thou in words dost labour to appear.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You are troublesome, This is no time for Arguments, my title Needs not your schoole defenees, but my sword With which the Gordian of your Sophistry Being cut, shall shew the Imposture for your lawe. It is in me to change them as I please, I being above them (Gisbert) Would you have me protect them? Let them then now stretch their extreamest rigour, And seize upon that Traitor, and your tongue Make him appeare first dangerous and then odious, And after under the pretence of safety For the sick State, the Lands and Peoples quiet, Cut off his head, and Ile give up my sword, And fight with them at a more certaine weapon To kill, aud with authority. Sir I graunt, The Lawes are usefull weapons, but found out To assure innocence not to oppresse. Then you conclude him innocent? The power your father gave him, must not prove a crime. Nor should you so receive it. To which purpose, All that dare challenge any part in goodnesse Will become Suppliants to you. Such have none, That dare move mee in this, hence, I defy you Be of his party, bring it to your lawes, And thou thy double heart, thou popular foole Your morrall rules of justice, and her ballance. I stand on my owne Guard. Which thy injustice Will make thy enimies; by the memory Of him whose better part now suffers for thee, Whose reverend ashes with an impious hand, Thou throwst out to contempt, in thy repineing At his so just decree; thou art unworthy Of what his last will, not thy merit gave thee, That art so swolne within, with all those mischiefes That ere made up a Tyrant, that thy brest The prison of thy purposes, cannot hold them But that they break forth, and in thy owne words Discover, what a monster they must serve, That shall acknowledge thee. Thou shalt not live To be so happy. Nor your misery Begin in murder; duty, allegeance, And all respect of what you are forsake mee. Doe you stare ons? is this a theater? Or shall these kill themselves, like to manfencers, To make you sport? keepe them asunder, or By Heaven Ile charge on all. Keepe the peace, I am for you my Lord, and if you'l have me Ile act the Constables part. Live I to see this! Will you doe that your Enimies dare not wish, And cherish in your selves those furies which Hell would cast out? doe, I am ready, kill me, And these that would fall willing sacrifices To any power that would restore your reason And make you men againe, which now you are not. These are your bucklers boy, My hinderances, And were I not confirm'd, my justice in The taking of thy life, could not waigh downe The wrong, in shedding the least drop of blood Of these, whose goodnesse only now protects thee. Thou should'st feele, I in act would prove my selfe What thou in words dost labour to appeare.