Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 7 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 T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
I will go on before my gracious Lord. Nay I am jealous of my approaching joy, And fearful, any eye but mine, should gain The pleasure of my glad divining soul; Forward come all, in my delight take part, He that's now glad, adds joy to gladness heart. If there live ere a surgeon that dare say He could do better: i'll play Mercury, And like fond Marsias flay the Quacksalver There were a sort of filthy Mountebanks, Expert in nothing but in idle words, Made a day's work, with their incision knives On my oppressed poor father: silly man, Thrusting there dastard fingers in his flesh, That durst not while he lived, behold his face; I have fitted my anatomy In a fair chain to; father this youth scorned When he was set in an ascending throne, To have you stand by him; would he could see, How the case altars, you shall hang by him, And hang afore him to, for all his pride, Come image of bare death, join side, to side, With my long injured father's naked bones; He was the prologue to a Tragedy, That if my destinies deny me not, Shall pass those of Thyestes, Tereus, Iocasta, or Duke Jason's jealous wife; So shut our stage up, there is one act done Ended in Otho's death; 'twas somewhat single; I'll fill the other fuller, if Lorrique, That I have late sworn to be murder's slave, Swears he will protest me to be Otho's, Whom Prussia his uncle unknown loves; If I be taken for him well: Oh then! Sweet vengeance make me happiest of all men: Prussia, I come as comets against change: As apparitions before mortal ends; If thou accept me for thy nephew, so; Uncle, i'll uncle thee of thy proud life. Father farewell, i'll to the hermitage, Where if I be received for Luningberg, I will have thy dry bones, sanguined all o'er With thy foe's blood, Rhamnusia help thy priest, My wrong thou know'st, my willingness thou seest. Come Stilt, bestir your stumps; you know I must be a tilter. I my lord, I know you should be one, but I hope you are not so mad. what dost thou count it madness to run atilt. I my Lord, for you that cannot sit a hobby, you'll hardly manage your tilt-horse. Why? they say Stilt, that stone Mares are gentler, see if thou canst get me one of them. Not afore next grass; I could help you now to a stone mule, a stone ass. Well, i'll try one course with thee at the half pike, and then go, come draw thy pike. That's not your fit word; you must say, advance your pike, and you must be here sir, and here, you'll never learn for all my teaching.
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I will goe on before my gracious Lord. Nay I am iealous of my approaching ioy, And fearefull, any eye but mine, should gaine The pleasure of my glad diuining soule; Forward come all, in my delight take part, He that's now glad, addes ioy to gladnes heart. If there liue ere a surgeon that dare say He could doe better: ile play Mercury, And like fond Marsias flea the Quacksaluer There were a sort of filthy Mountebankes, Exprt in nothing but in idle words, Made a daies work, with their incision kniues On my opprest poore father: silly man, Thrusting there dastard fingers in his flesh, That durst not while he liued, behold his face; I haue fitted my anatomy In a fair chaine to; father this youth scorn'd When he was set in an ascending throne, To haue you stand by him; would he could see, How the case alters, you shall hang by him, And hang afore him to, for all his pride, Come image of bare death, ioyne side, to side, With my long iniur'd fathers naked bones; He was the prologue to a Tragedy, That if my destinies deny me not, Shall passe those of Thyestes, Tereus, Iocasta, or Duke Iasons iealous wife; So shut our stage vp, there is one act done Ended in Othos death; 'twas somewhat single; Ile fill the other fuller, if Lorrique, That I haue late sworne to be murders slaue, Sweares hee will protest me to be Othos, Whom Prussia his vncle vnknowne loues; If I be taken for him well: Oh then! Sweet vengeance make me happiest of all men: Prussia, I come as comets against change: As apparitions before mortall ends; If thou accept me for thy nephewe, so; Vncle, ile vncle thee of thy proud life. Father farewell, ile to the hermitage, Where if I be receaued for Luningberg, I will haue thy drie bones, sanguin'd all or'e With thy foes bloud, Rhamnusia helpe thy priest, My wrong thou know'st, my willingnesse thou seest. Come Stilt, bestirre your stumpes; you know I must be a tilter. I my lord, I know you should be one, but I hope you are not so madd. what dost thou count it madnesse to runne a tilt. I my Lord, for you that cannot sit a hobby, you'le hardly manage your tilthorse. Why? they say Stilt, that stone Mares are gentler, see if thou canst get me one of them. Not afore next grasse; I could helpe you now to a stone mule, a stone asse. Well, ile trie one course with thee at the halfe pike, and then goe, come draw thy pike. That's not your fit word; you must say, aduance your pike, and you must be here sir, and here, you'l neuer learne for all my teaching.