The Bloody Brother (Rollo, Duke of Normandy) · chunk 39 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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 536 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
By this time where's my huffing friend Lord Aubrey, Where's that good gentleman— O I could laugh now, And burst myself with mere imagination, A wise man and a valiant man, a just man Should suffer himself to be juggled out of the world, By a number of poor Gipsies: farewell swashbuckler, For I know thy mouth's cold enough by this time, A hundred on ye I can shave as neatly, And ne'er draw blood in show: now shall my honour My power and virtue walk alone; my pleasure Observed by all, all knees bent to my worship, All suit's to me, as saint of all their fortunes Preferred and crowded too: what full place of credit And what place now? your Lordship? no 'tis common, But that i'll think tomorrow on, now for my business. Who's there. Ha dead? my master dead? Aubrey alive too? Latorch sir. seize his body. O my fortune, My master dead? And you within this half hour Prepare yourself good Devil, you must to it, Millions of gold shall not redeem thy mischiefs, Behold the justice of thy practice villain, The mass of murders thou hast drawn upon us, Behold thy Doctrine, you look now for reward sir, To be advanced I me sure for all your labours, And you shall have it: make his Gallows higher By twenty foot at the least, and then advance him. Mercy, mercy, 'tis too late fool. Such as you meant for me, away with him, What peeping knaves are those, bring'em in fellows; Now, what are you? Mathematicians, And it like your Lordship. And ye drew a figure. We have drawn many. For the Duke I mean sir. Latorche's knaves you are. We know the gentleman. What did he promise ye. We are paid already. But I will see you better paid, go whip 'em. We do beseech your Lordship, we were hired. I know you were and you shall have your hire, Whip 'em extremely, whip that Doctor there, Till he record himself a rogue. I am one Sir. Whip him for being one, and when they're whipped, Lead 'em to the gallows to see their Patron hanged; Away with 'em. Ah good my Lord. Now to mine own right Gentlemen. You have the next indeed, we all confess it, And here stand ready to invest you with it. Which to make stronger to you and the surer, Than blood or mischief dare infringe again, Behold this Lady sir, this noble Lady, Full of that blood as you are, of that nearness, How blessed would it be? I apprehend ye, And so the fair Matilda dare accept me, Her ever constant servant. In all pureness, In all humility of heart and service, To the most noble Aubrey I submit me. Then this our first tie, now to our business. W''re ready all to put that honour on you. These sad rights must be done first. Take up the bodies, This as he was a Prince so princely funeral Shall wait upon him: On this honest Captain The decency of Arms, a tear for him too. Go sadly on, and as we view his blood, May his example in our rule raise good.
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By this time where's my huffing friend Lord Aubrey, Where's that good gentleman — O I could laugh now, And burst my selfe with meere imagination, A wise man and a valiant man, a just man Should suffer himselfe to be juggl'd out of the world, By a number of poore Gipsies: farewell swash-buckler, For I know thy mouth's cold enough by this time, A hundred on yee I can shave as neatly, And nere draw bloud in show: now shall my honour My power and vertue walke alone; my pleasure Observ'd by all, all knees bent to my worship, All sute's to mee, as saint of all their fortunes Preferr'd and crowded too: what full place of credit And what place now? your Lordship? no 'tis common, But that ile think to morrow on, now for my businesse. Who's there. Ha dead? my maister dead? Aubrey a live too? Latorch sir. Ceize his body. O my fortune, My maister dead? And you within this halfe houre Prepare your selfe good Divell, you must to it, Millions of gold shall not redeeme thy mischiefes, Behold the justice of thy practise villaine, The masse of murders thou hast drawne upon us, Behold thy Doctrine, you look now for reward sir, To be advanc'd I me sure for all your labours, And you shall have it: make his Gallowes higher By twenty foot at the least, and then advance him. Mercy, mercy, 'tis too late foole. Such as you meant for mee, away with him, What peeping knaves are those, bring'em in fellowes; Now, what are you? Mathematicians, And it like your Lordship. And ye drew a figure. We have drawn many. For the Duke I mean sir. Latorches knaves you are. We know the gentleman. What did he promise yee. We are paid already. But I will see you better paid, goe whip 'em. We doe beseech your Lordship, we were hired I know you were and you shall have your hire, Whip 'em extreamely, whip that Doctour there, Till he record himselfe a rogue. I am one Sir. Whip him for being one, and when they'r whipt Lead 'em to the gallowes to see their Patron hang'd; Away with 'em. Ah good my Lord. Now to mine owne right Gentlemen. You have the next indeed, we all confesse it, And here stand ready to invest you with it. Which to make stronger to you and the surer, Then bloud or mischiefe dare infringe againe, Behold this Lady sir, this noble Lady, Full of that bloud as you are, of that neerenesse, How blessed would it be? I apprehend yee, And so the faire Matild dare accept mee, Her ever constant servant. In all purenesse, In all humillity of heart and service, To the most noble Aubrey I submit mee. Then this our first tye, now to our businesse. W'are ready all to put that honour on you. These sad rights must be done first. Take up the bodies, This as he was a Prince so princely funerall Shall waite upon him: On this honest Captaine The decency of Armes, a teare for him too. Goe sadly on, and as we view his bloud, May his example in our rule raise good.