Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 6 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 T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
It is that gentleman. I am no less. thou saidst thou wast my nephews play fellow, Appointed to await his virtuous person, How is it then thou wert so ill advised To take the land away, and forsake thy Lord? Whom I have never seen, nor never may, Though in his life my hope and comfort lay. Be it known right gracious: Lorrique had never so little grace, as to leave his loved lord for weather or water, for torture or fire, for death or for life, since I first came to move in a pilgrim's proportion; much disguised, being so proper a man: but only for those six words; that I was sent wholly to give notice of his coming. But thou hast left him now sunk in the sea. I left the ship sunk, and his highness saved, for when all hope had left Master and pilot, sailer and swabber, I caused my Lord to leap into the cock, and for fear she should be sunk with too much company; I capered out and cut the cable: rouse, quoth the ship against the rocks, roomer cry I in the cock, my Lord wept for the company: I laughed to comfort him; last by the power of heaven, goodness of stars, kindness of winds, mercy of the waves, our cock and we were cast ashore under Reeshopscurre, we clambered up, but having scaped drowning, were in danger of killing. What there betided you? Marry my Lord a young villain, son of a damned pirate, a maid ravisher. Be brief, what was he? Clois Hoffman. Oh my heart! did the false rebel hurt his sovereign's son? Noah my Lord, the prince so hought and host him, that he had no other help but to his heels, and then I, my good Lord, being roe-footed, outstripped him in running, tripped him by strength, and in fine, finely cut's throat. Where is the villain's body? Marry even heaved over the scar, and sent a swimming toward Burtholme, his old habitation; if it be not intercepted by some Scale, Shark, Sturgeon, or such like. Where is our nephew? He intends to stay at the same hermitage, where I saluted your excellence, with news of my lords excellencies intent, to visit you; for that his apparel is somewhat sea-sick, and he wants shift. A chariot, and rich robes attend Lorrique. And his reward, be thirteen hundred dollars, For he hath driven dolour from our heart. Princes, and Princess, in your kindest love, Attend our person to the hermitage, where we shall meet the heir of two great States, Rich Luningberg, and warlike Prussia's, Otho living, we'll disinherit our fond son: And bless all Danzig, by our son elect, hermit you have at home, a guest of ours, Your little cell, is a great princes court; Had you been there to entertain young Otho, He would have took your welcome thankfully, Where now he mourns, for want of company.
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It is that gentleman. I am no lsse. thou saydst thou wast my nephewes play fellow, Appointed to await his vertuous person, How is it then thou wert so ill aduised To take the land away, and forsake thy Lord? Whom I haue neuer seene, nor neuer may, Though in his life my hope and comfort lay. Be it knowne right gracious: Lorrique had neuer so little grace, as to leaue his loued lord for weather or water, for torture or fire, for death or for life, since I first came to moue in a pilgrims proportion; much disguised, being so proper a man: but onely for those sixe words; that I was sent wholy to giue notice of his comming. But thou hast left him now sunke in the sea. I left the ship sunke, and his highnesse sau'd, for when all hope had left Master and pilot, sailer and swabber, I caus'd my Lord to leape into the cocke, and for feare she should be sunke with too much company; I caper'd out▪ and cut the cable: rowse, quoth the ship against the rocks, roomer cry I in the cocke, my Lord wept for the company: I laught to comfort him; last by the power of heauen, goodnesse of starrs, kindnesse of winds, mercy of the waues, our cocke and wee were cast a shore vnder Reeshopscurre, we clamberd vp, but hauing scap't drowning, were in danger of killing. What there betided you? Marry Lord a young villaine, sonne of a damn'd pirate, a mayd rauisher. Be briefe, what was he? Clois Hoffman. Oh my heart! did the false rebell hurt his soueraignes sonne? Noe my Lord, the prince so hought and hoft him, that he had no other helpe but to his heeles, and then I, my good Lord, being rofooted, utstript him in running, tript him by strength, and in fine, finely cut's throat. Where is the villaines body? Marry euen heaued ouer the scarr, and sent a swimming toward Burtholme, his old habitation; if it bee not intercepted by some Scale, Sharke, Sturgeon, or such like. Where is our nephew? He intends to stay at the same hermitage, where I saluted your excellence, with newes of my lords excellencies intent, to visite you▪ for that his apparrell is somewhat sea-sicke, and he wants shift. A charriot, and rich robes attend Lorrique. And his rewad, be thirteene hundred dollers, For he hath driuen dolour from our heart. Princes, and Princesse, in your kindest loue, Attend our person to the hermitage, where we shall meete the heire of two great States, Rich Luningberg, and warlike Prussias, Otho liuing, wee'l disinherit our fond sonne: And blesse all Dantzike, by our sonne elect, Hermet you haue at home, a guest of ours, Your little cell, is a great princes court; Had you bin there to entertaine young Otho, He would haue tooke your welcome thankfully, Where now he mournes, for want of company.