Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 10 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 0.76 · 485 words
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Father we obey thy holy voice; Duke Iohn of Saxony, receive my faith; Till our ears hear the true course thy sons Have taken with my fond and misled child. I proclaim truce, Why dost thou sullen stand? If thou mean peace, give me thy Princely hand. Thus do I plight thee troth, and promise peace, Nay, but thy eyes agree not with thy heart; In vows of combination, there's a grace That shows the intention in the outward face, Look cheerfully, or I expect no league. First give me leave to view a while the person, Of this Helmet, Austria note him well, Is he not like your brother Rodorick? he's like him, but I heard he lost his life Long since in Persia, by the Sophy's wars. I heard so much my Lords, but that report Was purely feigned, spread by my erring tongue, As double as my heart, when I was young, I am that Rodorick that aspired your throne; That vile false brother who with rebel breath, Drawn sword, and treacherous heart threatened your death. My brother I nay, then i'faith old Iohn lay by Thy sorrowing thoughts, turn to thy wonted vein, And be mad Iohn of Saxony again. Mad Rodorick, art alive? my mother's son Her joy and her last birth; oh she conjured me To use thee thus, and yet I banished thee: Body of me; I was unkind I know, But thou deserv'st it then; but let it go: Say thou wilt leave this life thus truly idle, And live a Statesman, thou shalt share in reign, Commanding all but me thy sovereign. I thank your Highness; I will think on it: But for my sins this sufferance is more fit. Tut, title, tattle, tell not me of sin. Now Austria once again thy Princely hand: I'll look thee in the face, and smile, and swear, If any of my sons have wronged thy child, I'll help thee in revenging it myself; But if as I believe they mean, but honour, As it appeareth by these jousts proclaimed. Then thou shalt be content to name him thine, And thy fair daughter i'll account as mine. Agreed. Ah Austria! 'twas a world when you and I Ran these Careers; but now we are stiff and dry. I am glad you are so pleasant my good Lord. 'twas my old mood, but I was soon turned sad: With over grieving for this long lost lad; And now the Boy is grown, as old as I, His very face as full of gravity. Please your Graces enter, I know the servants that attend one me By the appointment of Duke Ferdinand By this have covered. Why then let's in: brother I trust, and brother Hold you this hand, Rodorick hold thou the other, By heaven my heart with happiness is crowned, In that my long lost brother now is found:
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Father we obey thy voyce; Duke Iohn of Saxony, receiue my faith; Til our eares heare the true course thy sones Haue taken with my fond and mis-led child. I proclaime truce, Why dost thou ullen stand? If thou meane peace, giue me thy Princely hand. Thus doe I plight thee troth, and promise peace, Nay, but thy eyes agree not with thy heart; In vowes of combination, ther's a grace That shewes the intention in the outward face, Looke cherefully, or I expect no leagu. First giue me leaue to view a while the person, Of this Hemer, Austria note him well, Is he not like your brother Rodorick? Hee's like him, but I heard he lost his life Long since in Persia, by the Sophies warres. I heard so much my Lords, but that report Was purely fain'd, spread by my erring tongue, As double as my heart, when I was yonge▪ I am that Rodorick that aspir'd your throne; That vile false brother who with rebell breath, Drawne sword, and trecherous heart threatned your death▪ My brother I nay, then i'faith old Iohn lay by Thy sorrowing thoughts, turne to thy wonted veyne, And be madd Iohn of Saxony againe. Mad Rodorick, art aliue? my mothers so nne Her ioy and her last birth; oh she coniurd me To vse thee thus, and yet I banisht thee: Body of me; I was vnkinde I know, But thou deseru'st it then; but let it goe: Say thou wilt leaue this life thus truly idle, And liue a Statesman, thou shalt share in raigne, Commanding all but me thy soueraigne. I thanke your Highnes; I will thinke on it: But for my sinnes this sufferance is more fit. Tut, title, tatle, tell not me of sinne. Now Austria once againe thy Princely hand: Ile looke thee in the face, and smile, and sweare, If any of my sonnes haue wrong'd thy child, Ile helpe thee in reuenging it my selfe; But if as I beleeue they meane, but honor, As it appeareth by these iusts proclaim'd. Then thou shalt be content to name him thine, And thy faire daughter ile account as mine. Agreed. Ah Austria! t'was a world when you and I Ran these Carreers; but now we are stiffe and drie. I am glad you are so pleasant my good Lord. T'was my old mood, but I was soone turn'd sad▪ With ouer grieuing for this long lost lad; And now the Boy is growne, as old as I, His very face as full of grauity. Please your Graces enter, I know the seruants that attend one me By the appointment of Duke Ferdinand By this haue couered. Why then let's in: brother I trust, and brother Hold you this hand, Rodorick hold thou the other, By heauen my heart with happinesse is crow'nd, In that my long lost brother now is found: