Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 5 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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Thanks Rodorick for this news They are more welcome than the sad discourse Of Leningberg our nephews timeless wreck Which addeth sorrow to the mourning griefs Abound in us for our Duchess death. I truly Princes, my father has had but hard luck since your coming to his court, for aught I know you are bred of ill weather, come before you are sent for, yet if my most gracious father say you are welcome, I his more gracious son take you by the hands, though I can tell you my mother's death comes somewhat near my heart, but I am a prince, and princes have power more than common people to subdue their passions. We know your worthiness is experienced in all true wisdom. True, I am no fool, I have been at Wittenberg, where wit grows. Peace thou unshapen honour, my state's shame, My ages corrosive, and my black sin's curse, Oh hadst thou never been, I had been then, A happy childless man, now among men, I am the most unhappy, one that knows No end of mine, and of my people's woes. I tell you Princess, and most gracious maid; I do not wear these sable ornaments For Isabella's death, though she were dear, Nor are my eyelids overflown with tears, For Otho of Luningberg, wracked in the sound, Though he were all my hope: but here's my care, A witless fool must needs be Prussia's heir. Well, and you were not my father,— s'nailes, and I would not draw rather than put up the fool, would I might never win this lady at tilt and tournament: as Knights, I defy you both, for her; even you Lodowick, that loves her, and your brother that loves you: look to me, Stilt, and I have practised these two days: s'nailes god forgive me to swear, she shall not be carried away so. We are glad to hear your grace so resolute. As I am a Prince, and a Duke's heir, though I say it myself, I am as full of resolution as the proudest of you all I thank Prince Lodowick he has bound my youth To be the conquerors prize, and if my stars Allot me to be yours, I will be proud, For howsoe'er you seem not fashioned Like me, and cunning Courtiers; I protest, By some small love I bear thee in mine eye, Your worthy beauty, wealth and dignity. Heart you would not unhorse Hercules for her father, i'll practise again at Danzig, you say in the Duke's mead; i'll meet thee Mathias: there's my glove For a gauntlet, though my father count me a fool, you shall find me none. Would I might never find thee any thing, For thou indeed art nothing in esteem, My sad soul sinks with sorrow at thy sight, Health to the right gracious, generous, virtuous, and valorous Ferdinand Duke of Prussia. hermit dost thou not know this young man's face? is't not Lorrique, that met us at thy cell With letters from our brother Luningberg?
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Thankes Rodorick for this newes They are more welcome then the sad discourse Of Leningberg our nephewes timeles wrake Which addeth sorrow to the mourning giefes Abound in vs for our Dutches death. I truly Princes, my father has had but hard lucke since your comming to his court, for ought I know you are bred of ill weather, come before you are sent for, yet if my most gratious father say you are welcome, I his more gratious sonne take you by the hands, though I can tell you my mothers death comes somewhat neere my heart, but I am a prince, and princes haue power more then common people to subdue their passions. We know your worthinesse is experienc't in all true wisedome. True, I am no foole, I haue bin at Wittenberg, where wit growes. Peace thou vnshapen honor, my states shame, My ages cosiue, and my blacke sinnes curse, Oh hadst thou neuer bin, I had bin then, A happy childlesse man, now among men, I am the most vnhappie, one that knowes No end of mine, and of my peoples woes. I tell you Princesse, and most gracious maide; I doe not weare these sable ornaments For Isabel death, though she were deare, Nor are my eyelids ouerflowne with teares, For Otho of Luningberg, wrackt in the Soun, Though he wer a my hope: but heer's my care, A witesse foole must needs be Prussias hire. Well, and you were not my father,—s'nailes, and I would not draw rather then put vp the foole, would I might neuer winne this lady at tilt and turnament: s Knights, I defie you both, for her; euen you Lodowick, that loues her, and your brother that loues you: looke to me, Stilt, and I haue practis'd these two dayes: s'nailes god forgiue me to sweare, she shall not be carried away so. We are glad to heare your grace so esolute. As I am a Prince, and a Dkes heire, though I say it my selfe, I am as full of resolution as the prowdest of you all I thanke Prince Lodowick he ha's bound my youth To bee the conquerers prize, and if my starres Allott me to be yours, I will be prowd, For how so ere you seeme not fashioned Like mee, and cunning Courtiers; I protest, By some small loue I beare thee in mine eie, Your worthy beautie, wealth and dignity. Heart you would not vnhorse Hercules for her father, ile practice againe at Dantzike, you say in the Dukes meade; ile meete thee Mathias: ther's my gloue For a gauntle, though my father count me a foole, you shall finde me none. Would I might neuer find thee any thing, For thou indeede art nothing in steeme, My sad soule sinkes with sorrow at thy sight, Health to the right gratious, generous, vertuous, and valorous Ferdinand Duke of Prussia. Hermet dost thou not know this young mans face? I'st not Lorique, that met vs at thy cell With letters from our brother Luningberg?