The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 21 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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 472 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I fear thy prayer is heard, and he rewarded Lady have patience 'twas unhappy speed, Blame not the Duke, 'twas not his fault but fates, He sent you know to stay it, and commanded In care of you, the heavy object hence Soon as it came, have better thoughts of him. Where's this young Traitor? Noble Citizens here, And here the wounds he gave your Sovereign Lord. This Prince of force must be Beloved of Heaven, that heaven hath thus preserved. And if he be loved of heaven you know, He must be just and all his actions so. Concluded like an Oracle, O how great A grace of heaven is a wise Citizen! For heaven 'tis makes them wise, as't made me just, As it preserved me, as I now survive, By his strong hand to keep you all alive, Your wives your children's goods and lands kept yours, That had been else prey to his Tyrannous power. That would have preyed on me, in bed assaulted me In sacred time of peace, my mother here, My sister this just Lord, and all had felt The Curtain Gulf of this conspiracy, Of which my Tutor and my Chancellor, (Two of the gravest and most counted honest In all my Dukedom) were the monstrous heads. O trust no honest men for their sakes ever My politic Citizens, but those that bear, The names of Cutthroats, Usurers, and Tyrants. O those believe in; for the foul mouthed world Can give no better terms to simple goodness, Even me it dares blaspheme, and thinks me tyrannous For saving mine own life, sought by my brother; Yet those that sought his life before by poison, (Though mine own servants hoping to please me) I'll lead to death for't which your eyes shall see. Why what a Prince is here! How just? How gentle? Well now my dearest subjects, or much rather My nerves my spirits, or my vital blood, Turn to your needful rest, and settled peace, Fixed in this root of steel, from whence it sprung In heavens great help and blessing, but ere sleep Bind in his sweet oblivions your dull senses, The name and virtue of heaven's King advance For you (in chief) for my deliverance. Heaven and his King save our most pious Sovereign. Thanks my good people, mother, & kind sister, And you my noble kinsman, things borne thus, Shall make ye all command whatever I Enjoy in this my absolute Empery. Take in the body of my Princely brother, For whose death since his fate no other way Would give my eldest birth his supreme right, we'll mourn the cruel influence it bears, And wash his Sepulchre with kindly tears. If this game end thus, heavens! will rule the seat: What we have yielded to, we could not let.
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)
I feare thy prayer is heard, and he rewarded Lady have patience 'twas unhappy speed, Blame not the Duke, 'twas not his fault but fates, He sent you know to stay it, and commanded In care of you, the heavy object hence Soone as it came, have better thoughts of him. Where's this young Traitor? Noble Citizens heere, And heere the wounds he gave your Soveraigne Lord. This Prince of force must be Belov'd of Heaven, that heaven hath thus preserv'd. And if he be lov'd of heaven you know, He must be just and all his actions so. Concluded like an Oracle, O how great A grace of heaven is a wise Citizen! For heaven 'tis makes them wise, as't made mee just, As it preserv'd mee, as I now survive, By his strong hand to keep you all alive, Your wives your childrens goods and lands kept yours, That had been else prey to his Tyrannous power. That would have prey'd on mee, in bed assaulted mee In sacred time of peace, my mother heere, My sister this ust Lord, and all had felt The Curtian Gulfe of this conspiracy, Of which my Tutor and my Chancellor, (Two of the gravest and most counted honest In all my Dukedome) were the monstrous heads. O trust no honest men for their sakes ever My politique Citizens, but those that beare, The names of Cutthroats, Vserers, and Tyrants. O those beleeve in; for the foule mouth'd world Can give no better tearmes to simple goodnesse, Even me it dares blaspheme, and thinks me tyrannou For saving mine own life, sought by my brother; Yet those that sought his life before by poison, (Though mine own servants hoping to please me) Ile lea to death for't which your eyes shall see. Why what a Prince is here! How just? How genle? Well now my deerest subjects, or much rather My nerves my spirits, or my vitall bloud, Turne to your needfull rest, and setled peace, Fixt in this root of steele, from whence it sprung In heavens great help and blessing, but ere sleep Binde in his sweet oblivions your dull sences, The name and vertue of heavens King advance For you (in chiefe) for my deliverance. Heaven and his King save our most pious Soveraign. Thanks my good people, mother, & kind sister, And you my noble kinsman, things borne thus, Shall make yee all command what ever I Enjoy in this my absolute Empery. Take in the body of my Princely brother, For whose death since his fate no other way Would give my eldestbirth his supreme right, Wee'l mourne the cruell influence it beares, And wash his Sepulcher with kindly teares. If this game end thus heavens! will rule the seat: What we have yeelded to, we could not let.