Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 8 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.76 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
I have answered you Stilt, that Princes have no need to be taught, and I have e'en determined with myself, not to run at tilt, lest I hazard my horse and harness: therefore i'll to the court, and only see my new cousin, that they said was drowned: and then retire to my Castle at Helsen, and there write a new poem, that I have taken pains in, almost these ten years: It is in praise of picktooths. That will be excellent my Lord, the barbers will buy those poems abominably. Nay sirrah, i'll get a patent from the Duke, my father, for the Cum Privilegio for that poem, Ad imprimendum solum; besides thou shalt have a privilege, that no man shall sell tooth picks without thy seal: my father says I am a fool, but I think I bestow my time to look out for setting a new nap upon his threadbare Common wealth: Who's that knocks? who dares disturb our honourable meditation? hark Stilt, dost thou see no noise? No, but I hear a noise. A hall then; my father and my new cousen: stand aside, that I may set my countenance, my beard brush and mirror, Stilt, that set my countenance right to the mirror of Knighthood, for your mirror of magistrates is somewhat to sober. how lik'st me? Oh excellent! here's your casting bottle. Sprinkle, good Stilt, sprinkle, for my late practice hath brought me into strange favour: ha mother of me, thou hadst almost blinded the eyes of excellence; but omnia bene, let them approach now, and I appear not like a Prince, let my father cashier me, as some say he will. Cashier you? no, do but manage your body, and have here, and here your congees, and then quid sequitur, Stilt knows, and all the court shall see. Ferdinand by the divine grace, prince of Heidelberg lord of Pomer, and Duke of Prussia, for sundry reasons him moving, the quiet state of his people especially: which as a witless and insufficient prince, disinherits Ierom Heidelberg his known son, and adopteth Otho of Iuningberg his sister's son, as heir, immediately to succeed after his death in all his provinces. God save Duke Ferdinand, and Otho his heir. Amen, Heaven witness, how my heart is pleased, With the conceit of Prussia's after-peace, By this election. Why? but hear you father. Away, disturb us not, let's in and feast, For all our country in our choice is blessed. Why, but Stilt, what's now to be done Stilt? Nay that's more than I know: this matter will trouble us more than all your poem of picktooths, s'nailes: you were better be unknighted then unprinced, I have lost all my hope of preferment, if this hold. No more Stilt, I have it here; 'tis in my head, and out it shall not come, till red revenge in robes of fire, and madding mischief run and rave: they say I am a fool Stilt, but follow me; i'll seek out my notes of Machiavel, they say he's an odd politician.
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I haue answered you Stilt, that Princes haue no need to bee taught, and I haue e'en determin'd with my selfe, not to runne at tilt, least I hazard my horse and harnesse: therefore ile to the court, and onely see my new cousin, that they sayd was drownd: and then retire to my (astle at Helsen, and there write a new poem, that I haue taken paines in, almost these ten yeares: It is in prayse of picketoothes. That will be excellent my Lord, the barbers will buy those poems abominably. Nay sirra, ile get a patent from the Duke, my father, for the Cum Priuilegio for that poem, Ad imprimendum solum; besides thou shalt haue a priniledge, that no man shall sell tooth pickes without thy seale: my father saies I am a foole, but I thinke I bestow my time to looke out for setting a new nappe vpon his thredbare Common wealth: Who's that knockes? who dares disturbe our honorable meditation? harke Stilt, dost thou see no noyse? No, but I heare a noyse. A hall then; my father and my new cousen: stand aside, that I may set my countenance, my beard brush and mirror, Stilt, that set my countenance right to the mirror of Knight-hood, for your mirror of magistrates is somewhat to sober▪ how lik'st me? Oh excellent! heers your casting bottle. Sprinkle, good Stilt, sprinkle, for my late practize hath brought mee into strange fauour: ha mother of mee, thou hadst almost blinded the eyes of excellence; but omnia bene, let them approach now, and I appeare not like a Prince, let my father casheere me, as some say hee will. Casheere you? no, doe but manage your body, and haue heere, and heere your congies, and then quid sequitur, Stilt knowes, and all the court shall see. Ferdinand by the diuine grace, prince of Heidelberg lord of Pomer, and Duke of Prussia, for sundry reasons hm mouing, the quiet state of his people especially: which as a witlsse and insufficient prince, disinherits Ierom Heidelberg his knowne sonne, and adopteth Otho of Iuningberg his sisters sonne, as heire, immediately to succeed after his death in all his prouinces. God saue Duke Ferdinand, and Otho his heire. Amen, Heauen witnesse, how my heart is pleas'd, With the conceit of Prussias after-peace, By this election. Why? but heare you father▪ Away, disturbe vs not, let's in and feast, For all our country in our choyce is blest. Why, but Stilt, what's now to be done Stilt? Nay that's more then I know: this matter will trouble vs more then all your poem of picktooths, s'nailes: you were better be vnknighted then vnprinc'd, I haue lost all my hope of preferment, if this hold. Noe more Stilt, I haue it heere; 'tis in my head, and out it shall not come, till red reuenge in robes of fire, and madding mischiefe runne and raue: they say I am a foole Stilt, but follow me; ile seeke out my notes of Machiauel, they say hee's an odd politician.