Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 12 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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 498 words
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Oh god! the Duke of Prussia grown thus false, such shows of friendship, and so little faith. Come Lucibella let's embrace this mean, Duke Ferdinand shall with a sorrowing heart, Repent this base dishonourable plot: Father, our fortunes if they sort aright, shall with continual thankfulness require This virtuous and this charitable care: Farewell: we'll wait thee in the Chapel porch Bring Prince Mathias our kind brother thither, And thou shalt add good works to charity: Once more farewell Lorrique; there's for thee, Commend me to thy Lord, tell him this wrong Of his false uncle, shall mere full revenge: But do to him our duties. Come chaste, fair, We must not now by tilt and tournament Maintain thy honour: for thy champion Knight, Is forced by treason to unwilling flight. so run to mischief: Oh my dear Lorrique When I have summed up my account of death, And robbed those fathers of their lives and joy, That robbed me of my joy, my father's life, Thus thy hand clasped in mine, we'll walk and meditate, And boast in the revenges I have wrought; That done; i'll seat thee by my throne of state, And make thee rival in those governments, That by thy secrecy thou list'st me to; Shalt be a Duke at least. I thank your Grace, but pray resolve me, what you now intend, To these three Princes Lodowick, and Mathias, And the thrice beauteous Princess Lucibell. Death certain: call in Mathias, if my plot prove good, I'll make one brother shed the other's blood. I am nimble as your thought, device, i'll execute what you command. A precious villain: a good villain too: Well if he be no worse; that is do worse, And honey me in my death-stinging thoughts, I will prefer him: he shall be preferred To hanging peradventure; why not? 'tis well His sufferance here may save his soul from hell. He comes; what news my faithful servant? where's the Prince. he's talking with the lady Lucibell, And when I said your Highness sent for him, He 'gan with courtly salutations, To take his leave and to attend your grace. Well god-a-mercy friend, thou got'st me grace: But more of that at leisure: take this gown; My cloak, a chair; I must turn melancholy. Second whate'er I say, approve my words, That we may move Mathias to mad rage. God save your excellence: what sad, dull, heavy? Or are you now in meditation Which part to take tomorrow at the Tilt? The mead is ringed with tents of stranger Knights, Whose rich devices, and caparisons Exceed the Persian monarch's, when he met Destruction and pale death sent from the sword Of Philip's son, and his stout Macedons cheerly Prince Otho there's such a warlike sight That would stir up a leaden heart to fight. For what? For honour and fair Luicbell. Oh Prince Mathias! it is ill combined When honour is with fickle beauty joined. Where is your most Princely brother?
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Oh god! the Duke of Prussia grown thus false, such shewes of freindship, and so little faith. Come Lucibella lets embrace this meane, Duke Ferdinand shall with a sorrowing heart, Repent this base dishonourable plot: Father, our fortunes if they sort aright, shall with continuall thankfulnesse require This vertuous and this charitable care: Farwell: wee'l wait thee in the Chappell porch Bring Prince Mathias our kind brother thither, And thou shalt add good works to charity: Once more farewell Lorrique; ther's for thee, Commend me to thy Lord, tell him this wronge Of his false vncle, shal meere full reuenge: But doe to him our duties. Come chast, faire, We must not now by and turnameut Maintayne thy honor: for thy champion Knight, Is for'st by treason to vnwilling flight. so runne to mischiefe: Oh my deare Lorrique When I haue summ'd vp my account of death, And rob'd those fathers of there lifes and ioy, That rob'd mee of my ioy, my fathers life, Thus thy hand claspt in mine, wee'l walke and meditate, And boast in the reuenges I haue wrought; That done; ile seat thee by m throne of state, And make thee riuall in those gouernments, That by thy secrecy thou li't me to; Shalt be a Duke at least. I thanke your Grace, but pray resolue me, what you now intend, To these three Princes Lodowick, and Mathias, And the thrice beautious Princesse Lucibell. Death certaine: call in Mathias, if my plot proue good, make one brother shed the others blood. I am nimble as your thought, deuise, i'le execute what you command. A preious villaine: a good villaine too▪ Wll if he be no worse; that is doe worse, And hony me in my death-stinging thoughts, I will preferre him: he shall be prefer'd To hanging peraduenture; why not? 'tis well His sufferance heere may saue his soule from hell. Hee comes; what newes my faithfull seruant? wher's the Prince. Hee's talking with the lady Lucibell, And when I said your Highnesse sent for him, Hee 'gan with courtly salutations, To take his leaue and to attend your grace. Well god-a-mercy friend, thou got'st me grace: But more of that at leasure: take this gowne; My cloake, a chaire; I must turne melancholy. Second what ere I say, approoue my words, That we may mooue Mathias to mad rage. God saue your excellence: what sad, dull, heauy? Or are you now in meditation Which part to take to morrow at the Tilt? The mead is ringd with tents of stranger Knights, Whose rich deuices, and caparisons Exceed the Persian Monark's, when he met Destruction and pale death sent from the sword Of Philips sonne, and his stout Macedons Cheerely Prince Otho ther's such a warlike sight That would stirre vp a leaden heart to fight. For what? For honor and faire Luicbell. Oh Prince Mathias! it is ill combin'd When honor is with fickle beautie ioynd. Where is your most Princely brother?