The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 24 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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 468 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
O Man or Beast or you at least, That wears or Brow or Antler, Prick up your ears unto the tears, Of me poor Paul the Pantler. That am thus chipped, because I clipped, The cursed crust of Treason With loyal knife, O doleful strife, To hang thus without Reason. Three merry boys, etc. There's a few copies for ye now, Farewell friends, and good Mr Sheriff let me not Be printed with a brass pot on my head. March fair, march fair, Afore good Captain Pantler. Latorch I have waited here to speak to you And you must harken: set not forth your legs Of haste, nor put your face of business on, An honester affair than this I urge too, You will not easily think on, and 'twill be Reward to entertain it. 'Tis your fortune To have our master's Ear above the rest Of us that follow him, but that no man envies, For I have well considered, truth sometimes May be conveyed in by the same conduits That falsehood is, These courses that he takes Cannot but end in ruin, Empire got By blood and violence must so be held, And how unsafe it is, he first will prove, That toiling still to remove Enemies Makes himself more it is not now a Brother, A faithful Counsellor of state or two, That are his danger, they are fair dispatched, It is a multitude that 'gin to fear And think, what began there must end in them, For all the fine Oration that was made 'em; And they are not an easy monster quelled. Princes may pick their suffering nobles on't, And one by one employ them to the block: But when they once grow formidable to Their Clowns and Cobblers, beware then guard themselves; If you durst tell him this Latorch, the service Would not discredit the good name you hold With men: besides the profit to your master, And to the public. I conceive not Sir, Their airy fears, and why should I object 'em Unto his fancy, wound what is yet sound? Your Counsels colour not with reason of state, Where all that's necessary still is just. The actions of the Prince, while they succeed, Should be made good and glorified, not questioned: Men do but show their ill affections That— What? speak out. Do murmur 'gainst their masters Is this to me? It is to whosoever, Mislikes o'the Duke's courses. I? is't so? At your state ward sir. I am sworn to hear, Nothing may prejudice the Prince. Why? do you? Or have you? ha? I cannot tell: men's hearts Show in their words sometimes. I ever thought thee Knave o'th' chamber: art thou the spy too? A watchman for the State, and one that's known Sir, to be rightly affected.
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O Man or Beast or you at least, That wears or Brow or Antler, Prick up your eares unto the teares, Of me poore Paul the Pantler. That am thus chipt, because I clipt, The cursed crust of Treason With loyall knife, O dolefull strife, To hang thus without Reason. Three merry boyes, &c. There's a few copies for ye now, Farewell friends, and good Mr Sheriffe let me not Be printed with a brasse pot on my head. March faire, march faire, Afore good Captaine Pantler. Latorch I have waited here to speake to you And you must hearken: set not forth your leggs Of hast, nor put your face of businesse on, An honester affaire then this I urge too, You will not easily thinke on, and twill be Reward to entertaine it. 'Tis your fortune To have our maisters Eare above the rest Of us that follow him, but that no man envies, For I have well considered, truth sometimes May be convay'd in by the same conduits That fashood is, These courses that he akes Cannot but end in ruine, Empire got By bloud and violence must so be held, And how unsafe it is, he first will prove, That toyling still to remove Enemies Makes himselfe more it is not now a Brother A faithfull Counsailor of state or two, That are his danger, they are faire dispatcht, It is a multitude that gin to feare And think, what began there must end in them, For all the fine Oration that was made 'em; And they are not an easy monster quell'd. Princes may pick their suffering nobles on't, And one by one employ them to the block: But when they once grow formidable to Their Clownes and Coblers, ware then guard themselves If you durst tell him this Latorch, the service Would not discredit the good name you hold With men: besides the profit to your maister, And to the publique. I conceive not Sir, Their ayery feares, and why should I object 'em Vnto his fancy, wound what is yet sound? Your Counsells colour not with reason of state, Where all that's necessary still is just. The actions of the Prince, while they succeed, Should be made good and glorifide, not question'd: Men doe but shew their ill affections That— What? speake out. Doe murmure gainst their maisters Is this to mee? It is to whosoever, Mislikes o'the Dukes courses. I? is't so? At your state ward sir. I am sworne to heare, Nothing may prejudice the Prince. Why? doe you? Or have you? ha? I cannot tell: mens hearts Shew in their words sometimes. I ever thought thee Knave o'th chamber: art thou the spy too? A watchman for the State, and one that's known Sir, to be rightly affected.