The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 11 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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 474 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Well have you borne yourselves, a red-deer pie boys, And that no lean one, I bequeath your virtues. What friends hast thou today, no Citizens? Yes father the old Crew. By the Mass true, wench's Sirrah, set by a chine of beef and a hot pasty And let the jowl of Sturgeon be corrected, And do you mark sir, stalk me to a Pheasant And see and ye can shoot her into the Seller. Godamercy dad, Send me thy roaring bottles, And with such Nectar I will see 'em filled, That all thou speak'st shall be pure Helicon. monsieur Latorch, what news within? Save ye, Save ye master, save ye Gentlemen, You are casting for this preparation, This joyful supper for the royal brothers: I'm glad I have met ye fitly, for to your charge My bountiful brave Butler, I must deliver A bevy of young lasses, that must look on This day's solemnity, and see the two Dukes Or I shall lose my credit, you have stowage. For such freight i'll find room, & be your servant. Bring 'em, they shall not starve here, i'll send 'em victuals Shall work you a good turn, though it be ten days hence sir. Godamercy noble master. Nay I'll do't. And Wine they shall not want, let 'em drink like ducks. What misery it is that minds so royal, And such most honest bounties as yours are, Should be confined thus to uncertainties? ay, were the State once settled, then we had places. Then we could show ourselves and help our friends sir. I then there were some savour in't, where now We live between two stools, every hour ready To tumble on our Noses, and for aught we know yet For all this supper, ready to fast the next day. I would fain speak to you out of pity, Out of the love I bear you, out of honesty, For your own goods, nay for the general blessing. And we would as fain hear you, pray go forward. Dare ye but think to make yourselves up certainties, Your places and your credits ten times doubled The PRINCE's favour Rollo's? A sweet gentleman. ay, and as bounteous if he had his right too. By th'mass a royal gentleman indeed boys, he'll make the chimneys smoke. He would do friends, And you too, if he had his right, true Courtiers, What could ye want then? dare ye?— Pray be short sir. And this my soul upon't, I dare assure you If you but dare your parts. Dare not me Monsieur, For I that fear neither fire nor water sir, Dare do enough a man would think. believe't sir, But make this good upon us you have promised, You shall not find us flinchers. Then i'll be sudden. What may this mean, and whether would he drive us?
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Well have you borne your selves, a red-deere pye boies, And that no leane one, I bequeath your ertues. What friends hast thou to day, no Cittizens? Yes father the old Crew. By the Masse true, wenches Sirrha, set by a choine of beefe and a hot pastie And let the jole of Sturgion be corrected, And doe you marke sir, stalke me to a Pheasant And see and yee can shoote her into the Seller. Godamercy dad, Send me thy roaring bottles, And with such Nectar I will see 'em fill'd, That all thou speak'st shall be pure Helicon. Mounsieur Latorch, what newes within? Save ye, Save ye maister, save ye Gentlemen, You are casting for this preparation, This joyfull supper for the royall brothers: I'me glad I have met yee fitly, for to your charge My bountifull brave Butler, I must deliver A beavy of young lasses, that must looke on This daies solemnity, and see the two Dukes Or I shall loose my credit, you have stowage. For such freight ile finde roome, & be your servāt. Bring 'em, they shall not starve here, ile send 'em victualls Shall worke you a good turne, though it be ten daies hence sir. Godamercy noble maister. Nay ile doe't. And Wine they shall not want, let 'em drink like ducks. What misery it is that mindes so royall, And such most honest bounties as yours are, Sould be confin'd thus to uncertainties? I, were the State once setled, then we had places. Then we could shew our selves and helpe our friends sir. I then there were some savour in't, where now We live betweene two stooles, every hower ready To tumble on our Noes, and for ought we know yet For all this supper, ready to fast the next day. I would faine speake to you out of pitty, Out of the love I beare you, out of honesty, For your own goods, nay for the generall blessing. And we would as fain hear you, pray goe forward. Dare ye but think to make your selves up certainties, Your places and your credits ten times doubled The Princes favour Rolloes? A sweet gentlema. I, and as bounteous if he had his right too. By th'masse a royall gentleman indeed boies, Hee'l make the Chimnies smoake. He would doe friends, And you too, if he had his right, true Courtiers, What could ye want then? dare yee? — Pray be short sir. And this my soule upon't, I dare assure you If you but dare your parts. Dare not me Monsieur, For I that feare neither fire nor water sir, Dare doe enough a man would think Beleeve't sir, But make this good upon us you have promis'd, You shall not finde us flinchers. Then ile be suddaine. What may this meane, and whether would he drive us?