The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 22 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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 472 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Good Lady rise and raise your spirits withal More high than they are humbled, you have cause As much as ever honoured happiest Lady, And when your ears are freer to take in Your most amendful and unmatched fortunes, I'll make ye drown a hundred helpless deaths In sea of one life poured into your bosom With which shall flow into your arms the riches, The pleasures, honours, and the rules of Princes. Which though death stop your ears methinks should ope them: Assay to forget death. O slaughtered Father! Cast off what cannot be redressed, and bless The fate that yet you curse so, since for that You spoke so movingly, and your sweet eyes With so much grace filled, that you set on fire The Duke's affection, whom you now may rule As he rules all his Dukedom, is't not sweet? Does it not shine away your sorrow's clouds? Sweet Lady take wise heart, and hear and tell me. I hear no word you speak. Prepare to hear then, And be not barred up from yourself, nor add To your ill fortune with your far worse judgement, Make me your servant to attend with all joys Your sad estate, till they both bless and speak it: See how they'll bow t'ye, make me wait, command me To watch out every minute, for the stay Your modest sorrow fancies, raise your graces, And do my hopes the honour of your motion To all the offered heights that now attend you. O how your touches ravish! how the Duke is slain already with your flames embraced! I will both serve and visit you and often. I am not fit Sir. Time will make you Lady. Come bring these fellows on, away with 'em. Make room afore there, Room there for the prisoners. Let's run afore boys, we shall get no place else. Are these the youths? These are the youths you look for. And pray my honest friends be not so hasty. Th'e'rle be nothing done till we come I assure you. Here's a wise hanging, are there no more? Do you hear Sir, You may come in for your share if't please you. My friend if you be unprovided of a hanging You look like a good fellow I can afford you A reasonable pennyworth. Afore, afore boys, Here's e'en enough to make us sport. Pox take you, do you call this sport? Are these your recreations? Must we be hanged to make you mirth? Do you hear Sir, You Custard-pate, we go too't for high treason, An honourable fault, thy foolish father Was hanged for stealing sheep. Away, away boys. Do you see how that sneaking rogue looks now? you sheep Pantler, You peaching rogue that provided us these necklaces, You poor rogue, you costive rogue you. Pray, pray fellows.
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)
Good Lady rise and raise your spirits withall More high then they are humbled, you have cause As much as ever honour'd happiest Lady, And when your eares are freer to take in Your most amendfull and unmatched fortunes, Ile make yee drowne a hundred helplesse deaths In sea of one life pour'd into your bosome With which shall flowe into your armes the riches, The pleasures, honours, and the rules of Princes. Which though death stop your eares me thinks should ope them: Assay to forget death. O slaughtered Father! Cast off what cannot be redrest, and blesse The fate that yet you curse so, since for that You spake so movingly, and your sweet eyes With so much grace fill'd, that you set on fire The Dukes affection, whom you now may rule As he rules all his Dukedome, ist not sweet? Does it not shine away your sorrowes cloudes? Sweet Lady take wise heart, and heare and tell me. I heare no word you speak. Prepare to heare then, And be not barr'd up from your selfe, nor adde To your ill fortune with your far worse judgement, Make me your servant to attend with all joyes Your sad estate, till they both blesse and speake it: See how theil bowt'ye, make me wait, command me To watch out every minute, for the stay Your modest sorrow fancies, raise your graces, And doe my hopes the honour of your motion To all the offer'd heights that now attend you. O how your touhes ravish! how the Duke is slaine already with your flames imbrac't! I will both serve and visit you and often. I am not fit Sir. Time will make you Lady. Come bring these fellowes on, away with em. Make roome afore there, Roome there for the prisoners. Lets run afore boyes, we shall get no plae else. Are these the youths? These are the youths you look for. And pray my honest friends be not so hasty. The'rle be nothing done till we come I assure you. Heres a wise hanging, are there no more? Doe you heare Sir, You may come in for your share ift please you. My friend if you be unprovided of a hanging You look like a good fellow I can afford you A reasonable penniworth. Afore, afore boyes, Heres e'en enough to make us sport. Pox take you, doe you call this sport? Are these your recreations? Must we be hang'd to make you mirth? Doe you heare Sir, You Custard-pate, we goe too't for high treason, An honourable fault, thy foolish father Was hang'd for stealing sheep. Away, away boyes. Doe you see how that sneaking rogue lookes now? you sheep Pantler, You peaching rogue that provided us these necklaces, You poore rogue, you costive rogue you. Pray, pray fellowes.