Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 3 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.74 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Let us turn back into the sea again Yielding our bodies to the ruthless sound That hath divided us and our late friends Rather than see choice Hoffman. Courage brave Otho, he'll use thee kindly. Here he comes, sweet host here is the Duke's heir of Leningberg do homage and after entertain him and me his Follower with the most conspicuous pleasures That lies in thy poor ability. Before I speak to my most sacred Lord I join my soft lips to the solid earth And with an honoured benison I bless The hour, the place, the time of your arrive For now my savage life, lead amongst beasts shallbe turned civil by your gracious help I see thy true heart's love drop down in tears And this embrace shows I am free from fears My disturbed blood runs smoothly through my veins And I am bold to call thee friend, bold to entreat Food for by wrack I have lost ship, friends and meat. You that attend my Lord enter the cave Bring forth the homely Cakes these hands prepared While I entreat his excellence sit down Villain bring nothing but a burning Crown. What's that thou bidst him bring, a burning Crown Still you suspect my harmless innocence What though your father with the power state And your just uncle duke of Brusia After my father had in thirty fights Filled all their treasures with foemen's spoils And paid poor soldiers from his treasury What though for this his merits he was named A prescript out law for a little debt Compelled to fly into the Belgic sound And live a pirate. Prithee speak no more Thou raisest new doubts in my troubled heart By repetition of thy father's wrongs Then he was wronged you grant but not by you, You virtuous gentleman Sat like a just judge of the under-shades, And with an unchanged Rhadamantine look, Beheld the flesh mangled with many scars Pared from the bones of my offended father And when he was a bare anatomy, You saw him chained unto the common gallows, Hoffman. Nay hear me patiently kind Lord My innocent youth as guilty of his sin, Was in a dungeon hidden from the sun, And there I was condemned to endless night Except I passed my vow never to steal My father's fleshless bones from that base tree I know nor who it was, I guess your mother, She kneeled and wept for me, (but you did not) Beseeching from that vow I might be freed Then did I swear if Nations foreign power Compelled me to take down those naked bones I never would release them from those chains Never entomb them, but immediately Remove them from that gallows to a tree I kept mine oath: look Luningberg; 'tis done Behold a father hanged up by his son Oh horrible aspect murderer stand off I know thou meanst me wrong
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Let vs turne backe into the sea againe Yealding our bodies to the ruthles sound That hath diuided vs and our late friends Rather then see choyce Hoffman. Corrage braue Otho, hee'l vse thee kindly. Heere he comes, sweete host heere is the dukes heire of Leningberge doe homage and after entertaine him and me his Follower with the most conspictious pleasures That lies in thy poore hability. Before I speake to my most sacred Lord I ioyne my soft lipps to the ollid earth And with an honord bennison I blesse The hower, the place, the time of your arriue For now my sauadge life, lead amongst beasts Shalbe turn'd ciuell by your grarious helpe I see thy true hearts loue drope downe in teares And this imbrace shewes I am free from feares My disturb'd blood runnes smoothly through my veines And I am bold to call thee friend, bold to intreate Food for by wrack I haue lost ship, friends and meat. You that attend my Lord enter the caue Bring forth the homely Cakes theis hands prepar'd While I intreat his excellence sit downe Villaine bring nothing buta burning Crowne. What's that thou bidst him bring, a burning Crowne Still you suspect my harmelesse inocence What though your father with the power state And your iust vncle duke of Brusia After my father had in thirty fights Fill'd all their treasures with somens spoyles And payd poore souldiors from his treasury What though for this his merrits he was nam'd A prescript out law for a little debt Compeld to flie into the Belgique sound And liue a pirate. Prithee speake no more Thou raysest new doubts in my troubled heart By repetition of thy fathers wrongs Then hee was wrong'd you graunt but not by you, You vertuous gentleman Sate like a iust udge of the vnder-shades, And with an vnchang'd Rhadamantine looke, Beheld the fiesh mangled with many scars Par'd from the bones of my offended father And when hee was a bare anatomy, You saw him chain'd vnto the common gallowes, Hoffman. Nay heare me patiently kind Lord My innocent youth as guilty of his sinne, Was in a dungeon hidden from the sunne, And there I was condemn'd to endlesse night Except I past my vow neuer to steale My fathers fleshles bones from that base tree I know nor who it was, I guesse your mother, She kneeld and wept for me, (but you did not) Beseeching from that vow I might be freed Then did I sweare if Nations forraigne power Compel'd me to take downe those naked bones I neuer would release them from those chaines Neuer intombe them, but immediately Remoue them from that gallowes to a tree I kept mine oath: looke Luningberg; tis done Behold a father hang'd vp by his sonne Oh horrible aspect murtherer stand off I know thou meanst mee wronge