Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 2 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 0.78 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Revenge I kiss thee, vengeance y'are at liberty, Wouldst thou having lost a father as I have, Whose very name dissolves my eyes to tears Could duty and thy love so different prove, Not to avenge his death whose better part Was thine, thou his, when he fell part of thee Fell with him each drop, being partly thine own And wouldst not be revenged; Yes on the murderer, On him, or any man that is affied Has but one ounce of blood, of which he's part He was my father, my heart still bleeds Nor can my wounds be stopped, till an incision, I've made to bury my dead father in: Therefore without protraction, sighing, or excuses Swear to be true, to aid assist me, not to stir Or contradict me in any enterprise I shall now undertake, or hereafter. I swear. Were I persuaded that thou couldst shed tears, As doth the Egyptian serpents near the Nile; If thou wouldst kiss and kill, embrace and stab, Than thou shouldst live, for my invictive brain Hath cast a glorious project of revenge Even as thou kneel'st, wilt thou turn villain speak. Oh sir when was I otherwise, from my creation nothing else, I was made of no other stuff, villainy is my only patrimony: though I be an irreligious slave, yet I bear a religious name, though I want courage, yet in talk, I'll put them all down, though I have nothing in me that is good: Yet I'll— Forbear thy Lord is coming i'll go in And royally provide for such a Prince, Say thou hast met the kindest host alive, One that adores him, with no less zeal Than rich men gold, or true religious heaven Dissemble cunningly, and thou shalt prove the minion of my thoughts, friend to my love. Well sir ne'er fear me this is an excellent fellow A true villain fitter for me then better company, This is Hans Hoffman's son. that stole down his father's Anatomy from the gallows at Leningberg, 'tis the same upon the dead scull there's the iron Crown that burned his brains out, what will come of this, I neither know nor care: but here comes my lord. How cheers my most noble, my most honourable, my most gracious; yea my most grieved prince. A fearful storm And full of horror. Trust me Lorrique besides the inly grief That swallows my content when I perceive How greedily the fierce unpitying sea, and waves, Devoured our friends another trouble grieves my vexed eyes With ghastly apperitions, strange aspects Which either I do certainly behold Or else my soul divining some sad fate Fills my imaginary powers with shapes Hideous and horrid. My lord let your heart have no commerce with that Mart of idle imaginations, rouse up your nobleness To apprehend comfort, kindness ease and what otherwise Entertained so solitary a place as this, can the Ancient subject of the state of Leningberg collect 'tis I take it the son to that vice-admiral that Turned a terrible pirate.
nodes 50–105 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 39 in this edition
Length
509 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Reuenge I kisse thee, vengeance y'are at liberty, Wouldst thou hauing lost a father as I haue, Whose very name dissolues my eyes to teares Could duty and thy loue so different proue, Not to auenge his death whose better part Was thine, thou his, when he fell part of thee Fell with him each drop, being part thine owne And wouldst not be reveng'd; Yes on the murtherer, On him, or anie man that is aied Has but one unce of blood, of which hees part He was my father, my hart still bleeds Nor can my wounds be stopt, till an incision, I'ue made to bury my dead father in: Therefore without protraction, sighing, or excuses Sweare to be true, to ayd assist me, not to stirre Or contradict me in any enterprise I shall now vndertake, or heareafter. I sweare. Were I perswaded that thou couldst shed teares, As doth the Egyptian serpents neere the Nile; If thou wouldst kisse and kill, imbrace and stabbe, Then thou shouldst liue, for my inuictiue braine Hath cast a glorious proiect of reuenge Euen as thou kneel'st, wilt thou turne villaine speake. Oh sir when was I otherwise, from my creation nothing else, I was made of no other stuffe, villany is my onely patrimony: though I bee an irreligious slaue, yet I beare a religious name, though I want courage, yet in talke, I'le put them all downe, though I haue nothing in me that is good: Yet i'le— Forbeare thy Lord is comming ile go in And royally prouide for such a Prince, Say thou hast met the kindest host aliue, One that adores him, with no lesse zeale Then rich men gold, or true religious heauen Dissemble cunningly, and thou shalt prooue the minion of my thoughts, friend to my loue. Well sir ne're feare me this is an excellent fellow A true vilaine fitter for me then better company, This is Hannce Hoffmans sonne. that stole downe his fathers Anotamy from the gallowes at Leningberge, I'tis the same vpon the dead scull ther's the iron Crowne that burnt his braines out, what will come of this, I neyther know nor care: but here comes my lord. How chers my most noble, my most honorable, my most gracious; yea my most grieued prince. A fearefull storme And full of horror. Trust me Lorrique besides the inlie griefe That swallowes my content when I perceiue How greedily the feirce vnpitying sea, and waues, Deuour'd our friends another trouble greeues my vexed eyes With gashtly apperitions, strange aspects Which eyther I doe certainely behold Or else my soule deuining some sad fate Fills my maginary powers with shapes Hidious and horrid. My lord let your hart haue no commerce with that Mart of idle imaginations, rouse vp your noblenesse To apprehend comfort, kindnesse ease and what otherwise Entertain'd so sollitary a place as this, can the Antient subiect of the state of Leningberg collect Tis I take it the sonne to that Viz-admirall that Turn'd a terrible pirate.