The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 15 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 T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 510 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
O mother that your tenderness had eyes, Discerning eyes, what would this man appear then? The tale of Sinon when he took upon him To ruin Troy, with what a cloud of cunning He hid his heart? nothing appearing outwards But came like innocence and dropping pitty, Sighs that would sink a Navy, and had tales Able to take the ears of Saints belief too, and what did all these? blew the fire to Ilion. My brother has put on, oh I could tell ye But for the reverence I bear to nature, Things that would make your honest blood move backward Ye dare tell me. Yes in your private closet, Where I will presently attend you, rise I am a little troubled but 'twill off. Is this the joy I looked for? All will mend. Be not disturbed dear mother: I'll not fail you. I do not like this. That's still in our powers, But how to make it so that we may like it— Beyond us ever. Latorch methought was busy, That fellow, if not looked to narrowly, will do a sudden mischief. Hell look to him, For if there may be a devil above all yet, That rogue will make him. Keep yourself up this night. And so will I, for much I fear a danger. I will, and in my watches use my prayers. You wonder (Madam) that for all the shows My brother Rollo makes of hearty love, And free possession of the Dukedom twixt us, I notwithstanding should stand still suspicious; As if beneath those veils, he did convey Intents and practises of hate and treason. It breeds indeed my wonder. Which makes mine, Since 'tis so safe and broad a beaten way Beneath the name of friendship to betray. Though in remote and further off affection These falsehoods are so common, yet in him They cannot so force nature. The more near the bonds of truth bind, The more oft they sever, Being better cloaks to falsehood ever. It cannot be that fruits (the tree so blasting) Can grow in nature, take heed (gentle son) Lest some suborned suggester of these treasons Believed in him by you, provoked, the rather His tender envies to such foul attempts. Or that your too much love to rule alone Bred not of him this jealous passion, There is not any ill we might not bear Were not our good held at a price too dear. So apt is treachery to be excused That innocence is still aloud abused, The fate of virtue ev'n her friends perverts To plead for vice oft-times against their hearts; heaven's blessing is her curse, which she must bear, That she may never love. Alas (my son) nor fate nor heaven itself Can or would wrest my whole care of your good To any least secureness in your ill. What I urge issues from my curious fear, Lest you should make your means to scape your snare, Doubt of sincereness is the only mean, Not to incense it but corrupt it clean.
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O mother that your tendernesse had eyes, Discerning eyes, what would this man appeare then? The tale of Synon when he took upon him To ruine Troy, with what a cloud of cunning He hid his heart? nothing appearing outwards But came like innocence and dropping pitty Sighes that would sinke a Navy, and had tales Able to take the eares of Saints beliefe too, and what did all these? blew the fire to Ilion. My brother has put on, oh I could tell yee But for the reverence I beare to nature, Things that would make your honest bloud move backwar Yee dare tell me. Yes in your private closet, Where I will presently attend you, rise I am a litle troubled but twill off. Is this the joy I lookt for? All will mend. Be not disturb'd deere mother: Ile not faile you. I doe not like this. That's still in our powers, But how to make it so that we may like it— Beyond us ever. Latorch me thought was busie, That fellow, if not lookt to narrowly, will doe a suddain mischiefe. Hell look to him, For if there may be a divell above all yet, That rogue will make him. Keep your selfe up this night. And so will I, for much I feare a danger. I will, and in my watches use my praiers. You wonder (Madam) that for all the shewes My brother Rollo makes of hearty love, And free possession of the Dukedome twixt us, I notwithstanding should stand still suspicious; As if beneath those vailes, he did onvey Intents and practises of hate and treason. It breeds indeed my wonder. Which makes mine, Since tis so safe and broad a beaten way Beneath the name of friendship to betray. Though in remote and further off affection These falshoods are so common, yet in him They cannot so force nature. The more neere the bonds of truth binde, The more oft they sever, Being better cloakes to falshood ever. It cannot be that fruits (the tree so blasting) Can grow in nature, take heed (gentle sonne) Lest some suborn'd suggester of these treasons Beleev'd in him by you, provok'd, the rather His tender envies to such fowle attempts. Or that your too much love to rule alone Bred not of him this jealous passion, There is not any ill we might not beare Were not our good held at a price too deere. So apt is treachery to be excus'd That innocence is still aloud abus'd, The fate of vertue ev'n her friends perverts To plead for vice oftimes against their hearts; Heavens blessing is her cure, which she must beare, That she may never love. Alas (my sonne) nor fate nor heaven it selfe Can or would wrest my whole care of your good To any least securenesse in your ill. What I urge issues from my curious feare, Lest you should make your meanes to scape your snare, Doubt of sincerenesse is the only meane, Not to incense it but corrupt it cleane.