The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 25 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 · 506 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.
Bawd of the State, No less than of thy master's lusts; I now See nothing can redeem thee, dar'st thou mention, Affection or a heart that ne'er hadst any? Know'st not to love or hate, but by the scale As thy Prince does't before thee, that dost never Wear thine own face, but putst on his, and gatherest Baits for his ears, liv'st wholly at his beck, And ere thou durst utter a thought thine own, Must expect his, creepest forth and wadest into him, As if thou wert to pass a ford, there proving Yet, if thy tongue may step on safely or no, Then bringst his virtue asleep, and stayest the wheel Both of his reason and judgement that they move not, Whitest over all his vices, and at last Dost draw a cloud of words before his eyes, Till neither he can see thee nor himself. Wretch I dare give him honest Counsels, ay, And love him whilst I tell him truth: old Aubrey Dares go the straightest way, which still's the shortest. Walk on the thorns thou scatter'st, Parasite, And tread 'em unto nothing: and if thou Then lettest a look fall of the least dislike, I'll rip thy Crown up with my sword at height, And pluck thy skin over thy face in sight Of him thou flatter'st: unto thee I speak it Slave, against whom all laws should now conspire, And ev'ry creature that hath sense be armed, As 'gainst the common enemy of mankind, That sleep'st within thy master's ear, and whisperest, 'Tis better for him to be feared then loved, Bid'st him trust no man's friendship; spare no blood That may secure him; 'tis no cruelty That hath a spacious end for sovereignty, Break all the laws of kind, if it succeed, An honest noble and praiseworthy deed, While he that takes thy poisons in, shall feel, Their virulent workings in a point of time, When no repentance can bring aid, but all His spirits shall melt, with what his conscience burned, And dying in a flatterer's arms shall fall unmourned. There's matter for you now. My Lord this makes not, For loving of my master. Loving? no, They hate ill Princes most that make 'em so. I'll hear no more. Alas 'tis for my brother, I beseech your highness. How? a brother? Had not I one myself? did title move me, When it was fit that he should die? away. Brother lose no word more, leave my good cause To upbraid the Tyrant. I'm glad I am fall'n Now in those times that willed some great example T'assure men we can die for honesty. Sir you are brave, pray that you hold your neck As bravely forth anon unto the headsman. Would he would strike as bravely, and thou by Rollo, 'twould make thee quake to see me die, What's his offence? For giving Gisbert burial Who was sometimes his Master. Yes Lord Aubrey, My gratitude and humanity are my Crimes. Why bear you him not hence?
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Baude of the State, No lesse then of thy maisters lusts; I now See nothing can redeeme thee, dar'st thou mention, Affection or a heart that ne're hadst any? Know'st not to love or hate, but by the scale As thy Prince does't before thee, that dost never Weare thine own face, but putst on his, and gatherst Baites for his eares, liv'st wholy at his beck, And ere thou durst utter a thought thine owne, Must expect his, creep'st forth and wad'st into him, As if thou wert to passe a ford, there proving Yet, if thy tongue may step on safely or no, Then bringst his virtue a sleepe, and staist the wheele Both of his reason and Iudgement that they move not, Whit'st over all his vices, and at last Dost draw a cloud of words before his eyes, Till neither he can see thee nor himselfe. Wretch I dare give him honest Counsells, I, And love him whil'st I tell him truth: old Aubrey Dares goe the straightest way, which still's the shortest. Walke on the thornes thou scaterst, Parasite, And tread 'em unto nothing: and if thou Then letst a looke fall of the least dislike, Ile rip thy Crowne up with my sword at height, And pluck thy skinne over thy face in sight Of him thou flattrest: unto thee I speake it Slave, against whom all lawes should now conspire, And e'ry creature that hath sence be arm'd, As 'gainst the common enimy of mankind, That sleep'st within thy maisters eare, and whisper'st, 'Tis better for him to be fear'd then lov'd, Bid'st him trust no mans friendship; spare no bloud That may secure him; Tis no cruelty That hath a spatious end for soveraignety, Break all the lawes of kind, if it succeed, An honest noble and praiseworthy deed, While he that takes thy poysons in, shall feele, Their virulent workings in a point of time, When no repentance can bring aide, but all His spirits shall melt, with what his conscience burn'd, And dying in a flatterers armes shall fall unmourn'd. There's matter for you now. My Lord this makes not, For loving of my maister. Loving? no, They hate ill Princes most that make 'em so. Ile heare no more. Alas tis for my brother, I beseech your highnesse. How? a brother? Had not I one my selfe? did title move mee, When it was fit that he should dye? away. Brother loose no word more, leave my good cause To upbraid the Tyrant. Ime glad I am falne Now in those times that will'd some great example T'assure men we can dye for honesty. Sir you are brave, pray that you hold your neck As bravely forth anon unto the headsman. Would he would strike as bravely, and thou by Rollo, 'twould make thee quake to see me dye, What's his offence? For giving Gisbert buriall Who was sometimes his Maister. Yes Lord Aubrey, My gratitude and humanity are my Crimes. Why beare you him not hence?