The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 38 of 39
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1640 · first performed or written 1617 [revised 1627-1630] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 472 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Shake him off bravely. He's too strong, strike him. O I am with you Sir, now keep you from him, What has he got a knife? Look to him Captain For now he will be mischievous. Do you smile Sir? Does it so tickle you, have at you once more. O bravely thrust, take heed he comes not in Sir, To him again, you give him too much respite. Yet wilt thou save my life, and i'll forgive thee, And give thee all, all honours, all advancements, Call thee my friend. Strike, strike and hear him not, His tongue will tempt a Saint. O for my soul's sake. Save nothing of him. Now for your farewell, Are you so wary, take you that. Thou that too. O thou hast killed me basely, basely, basely. The just reward of murder falls upon thee, How do you Sir, has he not hurt you? No, I feel not any thing, I charge ye let us pass. Ye cannot yet sir. I'll make my way then. We are sworn to our Captain, And till he give the word. Now let'em in there. O there he lies, sorrow on sorrow seeks me, O in his blood he lies. Had you spoke sooner this might have been Prevented, Take the Duchess, And lead her off, this is no sight for her eyes. O bravely done wench. There stands the noble doer. May honour ever seek thee for thy justice, O 'twas a deed of high and brave adventure, A justice even for heaven to envy at. Farewell my sorrows, and my tears take truce, My wishes are come round, o bloody brother, Till this hour never beauteous; till thy life Like a full sacrifice for all thy mischiefs Flowed from thee in these rivers, never righteous, O how mine eyes are quarried with their joys now, My longing heart ev'n leaping out for lightness, But, die thy black sins with thee, I forgive thee. Who did this deed? ay, and I will answer it. He faints, o that same cursed knife has killed him. How? He snatched it from my hand for whom I bore it, And as they grappled? justice is ever equal. Had it not been on him thou'dsthad'st died too honest. Did you know of his death? Yes, and rejoice in't. I am sorry for your youth then, for though the strictness Of law shall not fall on you, that of life must presently; Go, to a Cloister presently carry her, And there for ever lead your life in penitence. Best father to my soul, I give you thanks Sir And now my faint revenges have their ends, My vows shall be my kin, my prayers my friends. Stay there, i'll step in and prepare the Duke. We shall have brave rewards. That's without question.
Fletcher, John / Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)
1640
First performance / composition (Annals)
1617 [revised 1627-1630]
First performance (BritDrama)
1617 [1617-1620]
Company (BritDrama)
King's Men
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1115 · TCP A00959 · DEEP 936
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2489–2557 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 39 in this edition
Length
472 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.734 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Shake him off bravely. He's too strong, strike him. O I am with you Sir, now keep you from him, What has he got a knife? Look to him Captaine For now he will be mischievous. Doe you smile Sir? Does it so tickle you, have at you once more. O bravely thrust, take heed he comes not in Sir, To him againe, you give him too much respit. Yet wilt thou save my life, and ile forgive thee, And give thee all, all honours, all advancements, Call thee my friend. Strike, strike and heare him not, His tongue will tempt a Saint. O for my soules sake. Save nothing of him. Now for your farewell, Are you so wary, take you that. Thou that too. O thou hast kil'd me basely, basely, basely. The just reward of murder falls upon thee, How doe you Sir, has he not hurt you? No, I feele not any thing, I charge yee let us passe. Yee cannot yet sir. Ile make my way then. We are sworne to our Captaine, And till he give the word. Now let'em in there. O there he lies, sorrow on sorrow seeks me, O in his bloud he lies. Had you spoke sooner this might have beene Prevented, Take the Dutches, And lead her off, this is no sight for her eyes. O bravely done wench. There stands the noble doer. May honour ever seek thee for thy justice, O 'twas a deed of high and brave adventure, A justice even for heaven to envy at. Farewell my sorrowes, and my teares take truce, My wishes are come round, ô bloudy brother, Till this houre never beautious; till thy life Like a full sacrifice for all thy mischiefes Flow'd from thee in these rivers, never righteous, O how mine eyes are quarri'd with their joyes now, My longing heart ev'n leaping out for lightnesse, But, dye thy black sinnes with thee, I forgive thee. Who did this deed? I, and I will answer it. He faints, ô that same cursed knife has kil'd him. How? He snatcht it from my hand for whom I bore it, And as they grappell'd? Iustice is ever equall. Had it not been on him th'had'st dy'de too honest. Did you know of his death? Yes, and rejoyce in't. I am sorry for your youth then, for though the strictnesse Of law shall not fall on you, that of life must presently; Goe, to a Cloyster presently carry her, And there for ever lead your life in penitence. Best father to my soule, I give you thanks Sir And now my faint revenges have their ends, My vowes shall be my kin, my prayers my friends. Stay there, ile step in and prepare the Duke. We shall have brave rewards. That's without question.