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Duke. May I yet speak ?
Vec. Yes, and embrace her too,
Duke. Oh, my sweetest !
Con. To add more
Duke. Heaven's blessing
John. Pray bless me too ;
Duke. How, sir?
Con. 'Tis true, this gentleman
Duke. My best lady,
Fred. Your grace's humble servants !
harmless, And all the art I have, sir. Those your grace saw, Which you thought spirits, were my neighbours'
children, Whom I instruct in grammar here, and music ; Their shapes (the people's fond opinions, Believing I can conjure, and oft repairing To know of things stolen from 'em) I keep about me, And always have in readiness. By conjecture, Out of their own confessions, I oft tell 'em Things that by chance have fall'n out so ; which
way (Having the persons here, I knew you sought for,) I wrought upon your grace. My end is mirth, And pleasing, if I can, all parties.
Duke. I believe it,
Petr. Here's old Antonio,
Good your grace,
Vec. About a wench, sir?
Vec. But do you know, sir,
Petr. Yes, and will make that perfect.
John. If he come
Petr. Be so ;
Vec. Slip in quickly ;
[Exeunt all but VECCHIO.
Vec. Sir, I can do a little
Vec. Where your wench is.
Ant. You are i' th' right; as also where the fiddler, That was consenting to her.
Vec. Sit you there, sir ; You shall know presently. Can you pray heartily?
Ant. Why, is your devil so furious ?
Vec. I must shew you
Ant. He must fart fire then :
Vec. Ascend, Asteroth ! Why, when ? appear, I say !
Enter Don John, disguised like a Spirit. Now question him.
Ant. Where is my whore, Don Devil?
John. Gone to China,
Ant. That's a lie, devil.
John. Pawn'd for petticoats.
John. Condemn'd to the gallows
Ant. The lying'st devil
Ant. Do you hear, conjurer ?
Ant. Then I'll venture my dagger. Have at your devil's pate! [Strikes him, Don
John throws off his disguise.] Do you
mew? Re-enter DUKE, PETRUCCIO, CONSTANTIA, FREDERIC, 8c.
Vec. Hold !
Petr. Hold there!
Ant. Is this the devil ?
Petr. He has been a devil to you, sir;
John. Now the devil indeed
Ant. All's safe?
Ant. Whipp'd ! 'Pray, gentlemen-
ye? The young boy
John. The whore, sir,
Ant. A gentleman, I warrant thee.
Petr. Let's in all;
Duke. Now, my dear fair, to you,
Ant. Your grace
THE BLOODY BROTHER:
ROLLO, DUKE OF NORMANDY.
NORBRETT, a Doctor,
RUSEE, a Friar, Five Cheating Rogues. AUBREY, their Kinsman.
DE BUBE, GISBERT, the Chancellor.
PIPEAU, a Boy, BALDWIN, the Princes' Tutor.
Yeoman of the Cellar. VERDON,
Lords, Sheriff, Guard, Officers, and Boys.
SOPHIA, Mother to the Dukes.
MATILDA, her Daughter.
Edith, Daughter to BALDWIN.
}captains of Rollo's Faction. }
SCENE I.-Caen.–An Apartment in the Palace. Gis. I did ; and yet, that ever brothers should
Stand on more nice terms than sworn enemies Enter GISBERT and BALDWIN.
After a war proclaim'd, would with a stranger Bald. The brothers then are met?
Wrong the reporter's credit. They saluted Gis. They are, sir.
At distance, and so strong was the suspicion Balii. 'Tis thought
Each had of other, that, before they durst They may be reconciled.
Embrace, they were by several servants sear«h'd, Gis. 'Tis rather wish'd ;
As doubting conceal'd weapons; antidotes For such, whose reason doth direct their thoughts, Ta'en openly by both, fearing the room Without self-flattery, dare not hope it, Baldwin. Appointed for the interview was poison'd; The fires of love, which the dead duke believed The chairs and cushions, with like care, survey'd ; His equal care of both would have united,
And, in a word, in every circumstance,
So jealous on both parts, that it is more
Bald. Yet our best endeavours
Enter GRANDPREE and VERDON.
Buld. They are without my knowledge ;
They should express themselves. With that confirm'd zeal which brave Aubrey does. Grandp. Since we serve Rollo, Gis. He is indeed the perfect character
The eldest brother, we'll be Rullians, Of a good man, and so his actions speak him. Who will maintain us, lads, as brave as Romans. Bald. But did you observe the many doubts and You stand for him ? cautions
Verd. I do. The brothers stood upon before they met ?
Grandp. Why then, observe
How much the business, the so-long’d-for business, Trev. I kiss By men that are named from their swords, con- Your hands for the good offer : Here's another, cerns you.
The servant of your servant, which shall be proud Lechery, our common friend, so long kept under To be scoured in your sweet guts ; till when With whips, and beating fatal hemp, shall rise, Pray you command me. And Bawdry, in a French hood, plead before her ; Grundp. Your idolater, sir. Where it shall be concluded, after twelve
(Exeunt all but GISBERT and BALDWIN. Virginity shall be carted.
Gis. That ever such should hold the names of Verd. Excellent!
Or justice be held cruelty, when it labours (men, Grandp. And Hell but grant, the quarrel that's To pluck such weeds up: between
Bald. Yet they are protected,
Aub. Is this a time to be spent thus, by such
When they that are the heads have fill'd the court To their most lousy fortunes.
With factions, a weak woman only left Bald. Here's a statesman !
To stay their bloody hands? Can her weak arms
The honours of it, leaving not the name
And frequent proofs which our late master made, His benefactor.
Both of your love and faith, gave him assurance, Verd. The chancellor hears you.
To chuse you at his death a guardian, nay, Grandp. Fear not; I now dare speak as loud ;
A father to his sons; and that great trust,
How ill do you discharge! I must be plain,
In this so needful time? Be not secure; Grandp. Even so: The times, the times are For, Baldwin, be assured, since that the princes changed ;
(When they were young, and apt for any form) All business is not now preferr'd in parchment, Were given to your instruction, and grave order. Nor shall a grant pass that wants this broad seal : 'Twill be expected that they should be good, (ing,
Shews his sword. Or their bad manners will be imputed yours. This seal, do you see? Your gravity once laid Bald. 'Twas not in me, my lord, to alter My head and heels together in the dungeon,
nature. For cracking a scald officer's crown, for which Gis. Nor can my counsels work on them, that A time is come for vengeance, and expect it ; Vouchsafe me hearing.
[will not For know, you have not full three hours to live. Aub. Do these answers sort Gis. Yes, somewhat longer.
Or with your place, or persons, or your years? Grandp. To what end?
Can Gisbert, being the pillar of the laws, Gis. To hang you :
See them trod under foot, or forced to serve Think on that, ruffian !
The princes' unjust ends, and, with a frown, Grandp. For you, schoolmaster,
Be silenced from exclaiming on the abuse ? You have a pretty daughter : Let me see ;
Or Baldwin only weep the desperate madness Near three o'clock, (by which time, I much fear, Of his seduced pupils ? see their minds, I shall be tired with killing some five hundred) (Which with good arts he laboured to build up, Provide a bath, and her to entertain me,
Examples of succeeding times) o'erturn'd And that shall be your ransom.
By undermining parasites ? No one precept,
Leading to any act or great or good,
But is forced from their memory ; in whose room Gis. More of the crew ?
Black counsels are received, and their retirements Grandp. What are you ? Rollians ?
And secret conference producing only Trev. No; this for Rollo, and all such as serve Devilish designs, a man would shame to father! him!
[Snaps his fingers. But I talk when I should do, and chide others We stand for Otto.
For that I now offend in.
Enter Rollo, with LATORCH, GRANDPREE, and VERDON ; The honour this day to be chronicled
and OTTO, with TREVILE and DUPRETS. The first men kill’d by Grandpree. You see this See 't confirmed ! sword;
Now do, or never speak more! A pretty foolish toy, my valour's servant,
Gis. We are yours.And I may boldly say a gentleman,
Rollo. You shall know who I am! It having made, when it was Charlemaign's,
Otto. I do; my equal ! Three thousand knights; this, sir, shall cut your Rollo. Thy prince. Give way! Were we alone, And do you all fair service else.
I'd force thee,
In thy best blood to write thyself my subject,
Otto. Which thy injustice And glad I would receive it.
Will make thy enemy's. By the memory Aub. Sir!
Of him whose better part now suffers for thee, Gis. Dear lord !
Whose reverend ashes, with an impious hand, Otto. Thy subject ?
Thou throw'st out to contempt, (in thy repining Rollo. Yes ; nor shall tame patience hold me, At his so just decree) thou art unworthy A minute longer, only half myself.
Of what his last will, not thy merit, gave thee ! My birth gave me this dukedom, and my sword That art so swol'n within, with all those mischiefs Shall change it to the common grave of all
That e'er made up a tyrant, that thy breast, That tread upon her bosom, ere I part with The prison of thy purposes, cannot hold them, A piece of earth, or title, that is mine!
But that they break forth, and, in thy owa werds, Otto. I need it not, and would scorn to receive, Discover what a monster they must serve Though offer'd, what I want not : Therefore know That shall acknowledge thee ! From me, (though not deliver'd in great words, Rollo. Thou shalt not live Eyes red with rage, poor pride, and threatening To be so happy! action)
[He offers his sword at OTTO, the faction joining. Our father at his death, then, when no accent Aub. (Getting between the brothers.] Nor your (Wert thou a son) could fall from him in vain, Begin in murder. Duty, allegiance, [miseries Made us co-heirs, our part of land and honours And all respects of what you are, forsake me! Of equal weight; and, to see this confirm'a, Do ye stare on? Is this a theatre? The oaths of these are yet upon record, (down Or shall these kill themselves, like to mad fencers, Who, though they should forsake me, and call To make ye sport? Keep them asunder, or, The plagues of perjury on their sinful heads, By Heaven, I'll charge on all ! I would not leave myself.
Grandp. Keep the peace ! Trev. Nor will we see
I am for you, my lord; and, if you'll have me, The will of the dead duke infringed.
l'll act the constable's part. Lat. Nor I
Aub. Live I to see this? The elder robb'd of what's his right.
Will you do that your enemies dare not wish, Grandp. Nor you?
And cherish in yourselves those furies, which Let me take place !-I say, I will not see't ! Hell would cast out?-Do (I am ready) kill me, My sword is sharpest.
And these, that would fall willing sacrifices Aub. Peace, you tinder-boxes,
To any power that would restore your reason, That only carry matter to make a flame
And make ye men again, which now ye are not! Which will consume you !
Rollo. These are your bucklers, boy! Rollo. You are troublesome :
Otto. My hindrances ;
[To BALDWIN. And, were I not confirm'd, my justice in This is no time for arguments ! My title
The taking of thy life could not weigh down Needs not your school-defences; but my sword, The wrong in shedding the least drop of blood With which the gordian of your sophistry
Of these whose goodness only now protects thee, Being cut, shall shew th' imposture.- For your
Thou shouldst feel I in act would prove myself laws,
What thou in words dost labour to appear ! It is in me to change them as I please,
Rollo. Hear this, and talk again? I'li break I being above them, Gisbert! Would you have me
through all, protect them?
But I will reach thy heart. [Rushing upon OTTO. Let them now stretch their extremest rigour,
· Ollo. 'Tis better guarded. And seize upon that traitor ; and your tongue
Soph. Make way, or I will force it !-Who are For the sick state, the land's and people's quiet,
these? Cut off his head : And I'll give up my sword, My sons ? my shames ! Turn all your swords on And fight with them at a more certain weapon
me, To kill, and with authority.
And make this wretched body but one wound, Gis. Sir, I grant
So this unnatural quarrel finds a grave The laws are useful weapons, but found out In the unhappy womb that brought ye forth ! To assure the innocent, not to oppress.
Dare you remember that you had a mother, Rollo. Then you conclude him innocent: Or look on these grey hairs, (made so with tears, Gis. The power
For both your goods, and not with age) and yet Your father gave him must not prove a crime.
Stand doubtful to obey her? From me you had Aub, Nor should you so receive it.
Life, nerves, and faculties, to use those weapons ; Bald. To which purpose,
And dare you raise them against her, to whom All that dare challenge any part in goodness You owe the means of being what you are? Will become suppliants to you.
Oito. All peace is meant to you.
Soph. Why is this war then ?
Not set upon the rack? Your blood is mine,
[To GISBERT. Your danger's mine ; your goodness I should And thou thy double heart, thou popular fool,
share in, [ 70 BALDWIN.
And must be branded with those impious marks Your moral rules of justice, and her balance : You stamp on your own foreheads and on mine, I stand on my own guard !
If you go on thus. For my good name, there re,