Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 4 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
My Lord behold these precious twines of light Burnt out by day eclipsed whenas the sun For shame obscured himself this deed was done Where none but screech owls sung, thou receptacle thou organ of the soul; Rest, go rest, and you most lovely Couplets Legs and arms reside, for ever here This is my last farewell, what do you weep? Oh Lorrique I am betrayed, slave touch me not Not touch thee? yes, and thus trip down thy pride. You placed my father in a Chair of state: This earth shall be your throne, villain come forth And as thou mean'st to save thy forfeit life, Fix on thy Master's head my burning Crown, While in these Cords, I in eternal bands Bind fast his base and coward trembling hands. Lorrique, art thou turned villain to my life. I'll turn any thing sir rather than nothing, I was taken life promised to betray you, and I love life so well, that I would not lose it for a Kingdom, for a king's Crown, an Empire. On with the Crown. Oh torture above measure. My father felt this pain, when thou hadst pleasure. Thy father died for piracy. Oh peace, had he been judge himself, he would have showed He had been clearer than the Crystal morn! But wretches sentenced never find defence, however guiltless be their innocence, No more did he, no more shalt thou, no ruth Pitied his winter age, none helps thy youth. Oh Lorrique torture, I feel an Aetna burn Within my brains, and all my body else Is like a hill of Ice, all these Belgic seas That now, surround us cannot quench this flame Death like a tyrant seizeth me unawares, My sinews shrink like leaves parched with the sun My blood dissolves, nerves and tendons fail Each part's disjointed, and my breath expires Mount soul to heaven, my body burns in fire. he's gone. Go let him come Lorrique This but the prologue to th'ensuing play. The first step to revenge, this scene is done Father I offer thee thy murderer's son. Princes of Saxony and Austria, Though your own words of sufficient weight To justify the honourable love borne by Lodowick to bright Lucybell, Yet since your parents live and as I hear There is between them some dissension, Blame us not for detaining you thus long Till we had notice how the business stood Your royal entertain great Ferdinand, Exceeding expectation in our stay, Bind us to thanks, and if my brother please To hold his challenge for a Tournament In praise of Lucibella's excellence, No doubt our father and the Austrian duke Will be in person at so royal sport. We trust they will. I do assure your grace The Austrian and the duke of Saxony By true report of pilgrims at my cell From either of their courts set hitherward Some six days since.
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My Lord behold these pretious twines of light Burnt out by day eclipst when as the sunne For shame obscur'd himselfe this deed was done Where none but schrich owles sung, thou receptacle thou organ of the soule; Rest, goe rest, and you most louely Couplets Leggs and armes reside, for euer heere This is my last farewell, what doe you weepe? Oh Lorrique I am betrayd, slaue touch me not Not touch thee? yes, and thus trip downe thy pride. You pla'ct my father in a Chaire of state: This earth shall bee your throne, villaine come forth And as thou mean'st to saue thy forfeit life, Fixe on thy Masters head my burning Crowne, While in these Cords, I in eternall bands Binde fast his base and coward trembling hands. Lorrique, art thou turn'd villaine to my life. Ile turne any thing sir rather then nothing, I was taken life promist to betray you, and I loue life so well, that I would not loose it for a Kingdome, for a Kings Crowne, an Empire. On with the Crowne. Oh tortor aboue measure. My father felt this paine▪ when thou hadst pleasure. Thy father dyed for piracy. Oh peace, had he biiudge himselfe, he would haue shew'd He had bin clearer then the Christall morne! But wretches sentenc'd neuer finde defence, How euer guiltlesse bee their innocence, No more did hee, no more shalt thou, no ruth Pittied his winter age, none helps thy youth. Oh Lorrique tortor, I feele an Aetna burne Within my braines, and all my body else Is like a hill of Ice, all these Belgique seas That now, surround vs cannot quench this flame Death like a tyrant seazeth me vnawares, My sinwes shrinke like leaues parcht with the sunne My blood dissolues, nerues and tendons fayle Each part's disioynted, and my breath expires Mountsoule to heauen, my body burnes in fire. Hee's gon. Goe let him come Lorrique This but the prologue to the'nsuing play. The first step to reuenge, this seane is donne Father I offer thee thy inurtherers onne. Princes of Saxony and Austria, Though your owne worsare of sufficient weight To iustifie the honorable loue borne by Lodowick to bright Lucybell, Yet since your parents liue and as I heare There is betweene them some dissention, Blame vs not for detaining yo thus long Till we had notice how the businesse stood Your royall entertaine great Ferdinand, Exceeding expectation in our stay, Bind vs to thanks, and if my brother please To hold his challenge for a Turnament In praise of Lucibellas excellence, No doubt our father and the Austrian duke Will be in person at so royall sport. We trust they will. I doe assure your grace The Austrian and the duke of Saxony By true report of pilgrimes at my cell From eyther of there courts set hetherward Some sixe dayes since.