Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 11 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 0.82 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
so run on fate, my destinies are good, Revenge hath made me great by shedding blood: I am supposed the heir of Luningberg, By which I am of Prussia Prince elect. Good: who is wronged by this? Only a fool: And 'tis not fit that idiots should bear rule. My Lord I have as you enjoined, enticed Saxons elder son to talk with you: and here he comes with his most excellent, amorous, and admirable Lady. hast thou the hermit's weeds for my disguise? All ready, fit, fit' in the next chamber, your beard is point-vice, not a hair amiss. Faithful Lorrique in thy unfaithfulness: I kiss thy cheek, and give thee in that kiss The moiety of all my earthly bliss. Good: I am halfe a Monarch: half a fiend Blood I begun in and in blood must end yet this Clois is an honest villain, has conscience in his killing of men: he kills none but his father's enemies, and there issue, 'tis admirable, 'tis excellent, 'tis well 'tis meritorious, where? in heaven? no, hell. Now friend, where is prince Otho? Sad, sir, and grieved. Why? prithee why? Alas I know not why. The hermit Rodorigo talked with him Somewhat of you, and somewhat of the Duke, About surprising you and murdering Lodowick: Or such a thing, nay sure 'twas such a thing. Surprising me and murdering Lodowick. By whom? by what complot? Sure by the Duke, the Duke's an odd old lad: I know, this night there's set a double guard, And there's some trick in that: but patience: Here comes the hermit: holy reverent man! Somewhat important, wings his aged feet With speedy nimbleness: heaven grant that all be well. Princes in pity of your youth, your love, Your virtues, and what not, that may move ruth, I offer you the tender of your lives, Which yet you may preserve: but if you stay, Death and destruction waiteth your delay. Who hath conspired our deaths? speak reverent man. The Duke of Prussia, doting on this face; Worthy indeed of wonder, being so fair, This night hath plotted, first to murder you; The guard are set that you may not escape, Within, without, and round about the court; Only one way, thorough Prince Otho his lodging Is left; here is the key, and for more proof Of my great zeal and care, on with these robes. Within are Grecian habits for your heads; Nay if you love life do not stand amazed, But take the path toward my hermitage, Yet I advise you, that you go not in; There may be plots to, for aught I know; But turn down by the river, there's a way Leads to a little Chapel; in that porch Stay, till I visit you with better news; I will but call my brother, and then go. That were a going never to return: I'll send him after you, be well assured.
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so run on fate, my destinies are good, Reuenge hath made me great by shedding blood: I am suppos'd the heire of Luningberg, By which I am of Prussia Prince elect. Good: who is wrong'd by this? Onely a foole: And 'tis not fit that idiots should beare rule. My Lord I haue as you inioyn'd, intic't Saxons elder sonne to talke with you: and heere hee comes with his most excellent, amorous, and admirable Lady. Ha'st thou the Hermets weeds for my disguise? All ready, fit, fit' in the next chamber, your beard is point-vice, not a haire amisse. Faithfull Lorrique in thy vnfaithfulnes: I kisse thy cheeke, and giue thee in that kisse The motie of all my earthly blisse. Good: I am halfe a Monarke: halfe a fiend Blood I begun in and in blood must end yet this Clois is an honest villaine, ha's conscience in his killing of men: he kils none but his fathers enemies, and there issue, 'tis admirable, 'tis excellent, 'tis well 'tis meritorious, where? in heauen? no, hell. Now friend, where is prince Otho? Sad, sir, and grieued. Why? prithee why? Alas I know not why. The hermet Rodorigo talkt with him Somewhat of you, and somewhat of the Duke, About surprizing you and murdering Lodowick: Or such a thing, nay sure 'twas such a thing. Surprizing me and murdering Lodowicke. By whom? by what complot? Sure by the Duke, the Duke's an odd old lad: I know, this nigh ther's set a double guard, And ther's some tricke in that: but patience: Heere comes the Hermet: holy reuerent man! Somewhat important, wings his aged feete With speedy nimblenesse: heauen graunt that all be well▪ Princes in pitty of your youth, your loue, Your vertues, and what not, that may moue ruth, I offer you the tender of your liues, Which yet you may preserue: but if you stay, Death and destruction waiteth your delay. Who hath conspir'd our deathes? speake reuere man. The Duke of Prussia, doating on this face; Worthy indeed of wonder, being so faire, This night hath plotted, first to murder you; The guard are set that you may not escape, Within, without, and round about the court; Onely one way, thorow Prince Otho his lodging Is left; heere is the key, and for more proofe Of my great zeale and care, on with these robes. Within are Grecian habits for your heads; Nay if you loue life do not stand amaz'd, But take the path toward my hermitage, Yet I aduize you, that you goe not in; There may be plots to, for ought I know; But turne downe by the riuer, ther's a way Leads to a little Chappell; in that porch Stay, till I visit you with better newes; I will but call my brother, and then goe. That were a going neuer to returne: I'le send him after you, be well assur'd.