The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 12 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 · 488 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.
And first for what you must do, because all danger Shall be apparently ti'de up and mussel'd, The matter seeming mighty, there's your pardons. Pardons? is't come to that? good god defend us. And here's five hundred crowns in bounteous earnest. And now behold the matter. What are these Sir? And of what nature? to what use? Imagine. Will they kill rats? they eat my pies abominably, Or work upon a woman, cold as Christmas? I have an old jade sticks upon my fingers. May I taste 'em? Is your will made? And have you said your prayers? for they'll pay ye, And now to come to you for your knowledge, And for the good you never shall repent ye, If ye be wisemen now. Wise as you will sir, These must be put then into the several meats Young Otto loves, by you into his wine sir, Into his bread by you, by you into his linen. Now if you desire, ye have found the means To make ye, and if ye dare not ye have Found your ruin, resolve me ere you go. You'll keep faith with us? May I no more see light else. Why 'tis done then. 'tis done. 'tis done which shall be undone. About it then, farewell, ye are all of one mind? All. All, all. Why then, all happy. What did we promise him? Do you ask that now? I would be glad to know what 'tis. I'll tell ye, It is to be all villain's knaves and traitors. Fine wholesome titles, But if we dare go forward. We may be hanged draw & quartered. Very true Sir What a goodly swinge shall I give the gallows, yet I think too, This may be done, and we may be rewarded Not with a rope, but with a Royal master, And yet we may be hanged too. Say 'twere done, Who is it done for? is it not for Rollo and for his right? And yet we may be hanged too. Or say he take it, say we be discovered. Is not the same man bound still to protect us? Are we not his? Sure he will never fail us. If he do friends, we shall find that will hold us, And yet methinks this prologue to our purpose, These Crowns should promise more. 'tis easily done, As easy as a man would roast an egg, If that be all; for look ye gentlemen Here stands my broths: my finger slips a little, Down drops a dose, I stir him with my ladle, And there's a dish for a Duke: Olla podrilla: Here stands a baked meat, he wants a little seasoning A foolish mistake, my spice box gentlemen. And put in some of this, the matters ended: Dredge ye a dish of Plovers, there's the art on't, Or in a galingale a little does it. Or as I fill my wine.
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And first for what you must doe, because all dāger Shall be apparently ti'de up and mussel'd, The matter seeming mighty, there's your pardons. Pardons? is't come to that? good god defend us. And here's five hūdred crowns in bounteous earnest. And now behold the matter. What are these Sir? And of what nature? to what use? Imagine. Will they kill rats? they eat my pies abhominably, Or worke upon a woman, cold as Christmasse? I have an old jade sticks upon my fingers. May I tast 'em? Is your will made? And have you said your prayers? for they'l pay ye, And now to come to you for your knowledge, And for the good you never shall repent yee, If ye be wisemen now. Wise as you will sir, These must be put then into the severall meats Young Otto loves, by you into his wine sir, Into his bread by you, by you into his linnen. Now if you desire, ye have found the meanes To make yee, and if ye dare not ye have Found your ruine, resolve me ere you goe. You'l keep faith with us? May I no more see light else. Why 'tis done then. Tis done. Tis done which shall be undone. About it then, farewell, ye are all of one mind? All. All, all. Why then, all happy. What did we promise him? Doe you aske that now? I would be glad to know what 'tis. Ile tell yee, It is to be all villaines knaves and traitors. Fine wholsome titles, But if we dare goe forward. We may be hang'd drawd & quartred. Very true Sir What a goodly swinge shall I give the gallowes, yet I thinke too, This may be done, and we may be rewarded Not with a rope, but with a Royall master, And yet we may be hang'd too. Say 'twere done, Who is it done for? is it not for Rollo and for his right? And yet we may be hang'd too. Or say he take it, say we be discover'd. Is not the same man bound still to protect us? Are we not his? Sure he will never faile us. If he doe friends, we shall finde that will hold us, And yet me thinks this prologue to our purpose, These Crownes should promise more. Tis easly done, As easy as a man would rost an egge, If that be all; for look ye gentlemen Here stands my broths: my finger slipps a litle, Downe drops a dose, I stirre him with my ladle, And there's a dih for a Duke: Olla podrilla: Here stands a bak't meate, he wants a litle seasing A foolish mistake, my spice boxe gentlemen. And put in some of this, the matters ended: Dredge ye a dish of Plovers, there's the art on't, Or in a galingale a little does it. Or as I fill my wine.