The bloody brother: A tragedy

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1718 edition. Excerpt: ...Prompter (, Shall fix tie fresh Impression on your fieart. Soph. Rife Daughterrserve his Will in what we may Lest whar we may not he inforce the rather.-Is this all you command us?-' Rol. This Addition only admitted, that when I endeavors To quit me of this Slaughter, you presume not To cross me with a Syllable, for your Souls; Murnur, nor think agninst it, but weigh Wqii, It will rot help your ill, but help to more, And that my hand wrought thus far to my Will, Will check at nothing till his Circle fill. Mat. Fill it, so I consent not, but who sooths it-; Consorts and who consents to Tyranny, doe it.-', Rol F se Traitress, die then with him., dubr. Are you road, to ostcr at mere Blood, and make yourfeHL. ' More More horrid to your People? I'll proclaim, It is net as your Instrument will publish Rol. Do, and take rhar along with you-so nimble! Resign my Sword, and dare not for thy Soul To offer what'thou insolently threatnest; One Word, proclaiming cross to what La torch Hath in Commission, and intends to publish. Aubr, Well, Sir, not for your Threats, but for your Good, Since more Hurt to you would more hurt your Country And that you must make Virtue of the Need That now compels you, I'll consent as-jar As Silence argues, to your Will rroclaim'd: And since no more Sons of your Princely Father Survive to rule but you, and that I wish You should rule like your Father, with the Love And Zeal of all your Subjects this foul Slaughter That now you have, committed, made ashamed With that fair Blessing, that, in place of Plagues, Heav'n tries our mending Disposition with; Take here your Sword, which now use like a Prince, And no mere like a Tyrant. Rol. Th s sounds well, Jive, and be gracious with ust Gisb. and Bald. Oh, Lord Jubny. Mat. He...