Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 1 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.72 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
HEnce Clouds of melancholy I'll be no longer subject to your schisms, But thou dear soul, whose nerves and arteries n dead resoundings summon vp reuenge, And thou shalt hate, be but appeased sweet hearse The dead remembrance of my living father And with a heart as air, swift as thought I'll excuse justly in such a cause Where truth leadeth, what coward would not fight Ill acts move some, but mine's's a cause is right See the powers of heaven in apparitions And fight full aspects as incensed That I thus tardy am to do an act which justice and a father's death excites, Like threatening meteors antedates destruction. Again I come, I come, I come, be silent thou effigies of fair virtue That like a goodly syen wear't plucked up By murderous, winds, infectious blasts and gusts I will not leave thee, until like thyself, I've made thy enemies, than hand in hand we'll walk to paradise— again more blessed I'll to yond promont's top, and their survey, What shipwrecked passengers the belgic sea Casts from her foamy entrails by mischance. Roar sea and winds, and with celestial fires, Quicken high projects, with your highest desires. Yet this is somewhat like, but brambles, you are to busy, were I at Luningberg, and you catched me thus, I should go near to ask you at whose suit, but now I am out of scent, And fear no sergeants, for I think these woods and waters are common wealths that need no such subjects nay they keep not a Constable at sea, but a man's overwhelmed without order.— Well, dry land I love thee, though thou swarm with millions of devourers, yet hast thou no such swallow as the sea. Thou liest, there lives upon the earth more beasts With wide devouring throats, then can be found Of ravenous fishes in the Ocean: The huge Leviathan is but a shrimp Compared with our Balena on the land I am of your mind; but the Whale has a wide mouth To swallow fleeting waters, and poor fish, But we have Epicures and Cormorants, Whom neither sea, nor land can hardly serve They feed them fat, while arms and honour starve, Desert looks pale as death, like those bare bones. Ha— amazed. Seest thou them trembling, slave here were Arms? That served the troth less state of Luningberg. So do I sir serve the Duke's son of the state, Ha, ha, I laugh to see how dastard fear Hastens the death doomed wretch to his distress, Say didst thou serve the duke of Luningberg. His son Otho sir, I'm a poor follower of his And my master is airing of himself at your Cell, Is he that scaped the wrack young Luningberg? ay sir, the same sir, you are in the right sir.
nodes 0–49 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 39 in this edition
Length
471 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.724 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
HEnce Clouds of melancholy le be no longer subiect to your sismes, But thou deare soule, whose nerues and artires n dead resoundings summon vp reuenge, And thou shalt hate, be but appeas'd sweete harse The dead remembrance of my liuing father And with a hart as aire, swift as thought I'le excuse iustly in such a cause Where ruth leadeth, what coward would not fight Ill acts moue some, but myne's a cause is right See the powers of heauen in apparitions And fight full aspects as inened That thus tardy am to doe an act which iustice and a fathers death exites, Like threatening methors antedates destruction. Againe I come, I come, I come, Bee silent thou igies of faire virtue That like a goodly syen wear't pluckt vp By murderous, winds, infectious blasts and gusts I will not leaue thee, vntill like thy selfe, I'ue made thy enemies, then hand in hand Wee'le walke to paradise—againe more blest Ile to yon promonts top, and their suruey, What shipwrackt passengers the belgique sea Casts from her fomy entrailes by mischance. Roare sea and winds, and with celestiall fires, Quicken high projects, with your highest desires. Yet this is somewhat like, but brambles, you are to busie, were I at Luningberge, and you catcht me thus, I should goe neere to aske you at whose suit, but now I am out of sent, And feare no eriants, for I thinke these woods and waters are common wealthes that need no such subiects nay they keepe not a Constable at sea, but a mans ouerwhelmd without order.—Well, dry land I loue thee, though thou swarme with millions of deuourers, yet hast thou no such swallow as the sea. Thou lyest, there liues vpon the earth more easts With wide deuouring throates, then can bee found Of rauenous fishes in the Ocean: The huge Leuiathan is but a shrimpe Compar'd with our Balena on the land I am of your mind; but the Whale has a wide mouth To swallow fleeting waters, and poore fish, But we haue Epicures and Cormorants, Whom neyther sea, nor land can hardly serue They feed them fat, while armes and honour starue, Desart lookes pale as death, like those bare bones. Ha—amazd. Seest thou them trembling, slaue heere were Armes? That seru'd the troath lesse state of Luningberge. So doe I sir serue the dukes sonne of the state, Ha, ha, I laugh to see how dastard feare Hastens the death doomd wretch to his distresse, Say didst thou serue the duke of Luningberge. His sonne Otho sir, 'me a poore follower of his And my master is ayring of himselfe at your Cell, Is he that scapt the wracke young Luningberg? I sir, the same sir, you are in the right sir.