Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 9 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.79 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
i'faith he's so odd, that he hath driven even honesty from all men's hearts. Well, sword come forth, and courage enter in, Breast break with grief; yet hold to be revenged: Follow me Stilt; widows unborn shall weep, And beardless boys with armour on their backs Shall bear us out, Stilt we will tread on stilts, Through the purple pavement of the court, Which shall be, let me see, what shall it be? No court, but even cave of misery. there's an excellent speech Stilt, follow me, pursue me, will acquire, And either die, or compass my desire. Oh brave master, not a Lord: O, Stilt will stalk, and make the earth a stage, But he will have thee lord in spite of rage. Sir since you are content, you here shall find, A sparing supper, but a bounteous mind: Bad lodging, but a heart as free, and generous, As that which is fed with generous blood, Your hermitage is furnished for a prince. Last night this roof covered the sacred heads Of five most noble, fair, and gracious Princes, Duke Ferdinand himself, and Otho his nephew, The sons of Saxon, and the Austrian Princess. Oh god! that girl, which fled my Court and love, Making love colour for her heedless flight, Pardon great prince: are you the Austrian duke? hermit I am, Saxons proud wanton sons Were entertained like Priam's Firebrand At Sparta: all our State gladly' appeared Like cheerful Lacedaemon's, to receive Those Daemons that with magic of their tongues, Bewitched my Lucibell's my Helen's ears. Who traveleth so late? who knocks so hard? Turn to the east end of the Chapel, pray; We are ready to attend you. Which is the way to Danzig? There is no way to Danzig you can find Without a guide thus late, come near I pray, look to our horses, by your leave master hermit, We are soon bidden, and will prove bold guests: God save you sir. That should be Saxons tongue. Indeed I am the Duke of Saxony. Then art thou father to lascivious sons, That have made Austrea childless. O subtle duke, thy craft appears in framing thy excuse, Thou dost accuse my young son's innocence: I sent them to get knowledge, learn the tongues, Nor to be metamorphized with the view Of flattering beauty, peradventure painted. No; I defy thee John of Saxony; My Lucibell for beauty needs no art, Nor do I think the virtues of her mind Ever inclined to this ignoble course But by the charms and forcings of thy sons. Oh would thou durst maintain thy words proud Duke. I hope great Princes, neither of you dare Commit a deed so sacrilegious: This holy cell Is dedicated to the son of peace; The foot of war never profaned this floor, Nor doth wrath here with his consuming voice Affright these buildings; charity with prayer, Humility with abstinence combined, Are here the guardians of a grieved mind.
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I faith hee's so odd, that he hath driuen euen honesty from all mens hearts. Well, sword come forth, and courage enter in, Brest breake with griefe; yet hold to be reueng'd: Follow me Stilt; widdowes vnborne shall weepe, And beardlesse boyes with armour on their backes Shall beare vs out, Stilt we will tread on stilts, Through the purple pauement of the court, Which shall bee, let me see, what shall it be? No court, but euen caue of misery. Ther's an excellent speech Stilt, follow me, pursue me, will accquire, And either die, or compasse my desire. Oh braue master, not a Lord: O, Stilt will stalke, and make the earth a stage, But hee will haue thee lord in spight of rage. Sir since you are content, you heere shall finde, A sparing supper, but a bounteous minde: Bad lodging, but a heart as free, and generous, As that which is fed with generous blood, Your hermitage is furnish't for a prince. Last night this roofe couer'd the sacred heads Of fiue most noble, faire, and gratious Princes, Duke Ferdinand himselfe, and Otho his nephew, The sonnes of Saxon, and he Austrian Princesse. Oh god! that girle, which fled my Court and loue, Making loue colour for her heedles flight, Pardon great prince: are you the Austrian duke? Hermet I am, Saxons proud wanton sonns Were entertaind like Priam's Firebrand At Sparta: all our State gladly 'appear'd Like chierfull Lacedemons, to receaue Those Daemons that with magicke of their tongues, Bewitch't my Lucibells my Helen's eares. Who traueleth so late? who knockes so hard? Turne to the east end of the Chappell, pray; We are ready to attend you. Which is the way to Dantzike? There is no way to Dantzike you can finde Without a guide thus late, come neere I pray, looke to our horses, by your leaue master Hermet, We are soone bidden, and will proue bold guests: God saue you sir. That should bee Saxons tongue. Indeed I am the Duke of Saxony. Then art thou father to lasciuious sonnes, That haue made Austrea childles. O subtill duke, thy craft appeares in framing thy excuse, Thou dost accuse my yong sons innocence: I sent them to get knowledge, learne the tongues, Nor to be metamorphis' with the view Of flattering beauty, peraduenture painted. No; I defie thee ohn of Saxony; My Lucibell for beauty needs no art, Nor doe I thinke the vertues of her minde Euer inclind to this ignble course But by the charmes and forcings of thy sonnes. Oh would thou durst maintaine thy words prowd Duke. I hope great Princes, neither of you dare Commit a deede so sacrilegious: This holy cell Is dedicated to the sonne of peace; The foot of war neuer prophan'd this floore, Nor doth wrath here with his consming voyce Affright these buildings; charity with prayer, Humility with abstinence combin'd, Are heere the guardians of a grieued minde.