Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 14 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.67 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
The hermit will soon bring him, let's sit down. Nature, or art hath taught these boughs to spread, In manner of an arbour o'er the bank. No, they bow down as veils to shadow you: And the fresh flowers beguiled by the light Of your celestial eyes, open there leaves, And when they entertain the lord of day You bring them comfort like the Sun in May. Come, come, you men will flatter beyond mean: Will you sit down? and talk of the late wrong Intended by the Duke of Prussia? Fairest forget it, leave till we are clear freed hence, I will defy him, and cause all the knights Assembled for our purposed tournament, To turn there keen swords 'gainst his caitiff head. Prithee no more, I feel thy blood turn hot, And wrath inflames thy spirit, let it cease; Forgive this fault, convert this war to peace. O breath sweet touch with what a heavenly charm Do your soft fingers my war-thoughts disarm, Prussia had reason to attempt my life Enchanted by the magic of these looks, That cast a luster on the blushing stars. Pardon chaste Queen of beauty, make me proud To rest my toiled head on your tender knee, My chin with sleep is to my bosom bowed; Fair if you please a little rest with me. No, i'll be sentinel; i'll watch for fear Of venomous worms, or wolves, or wolvish thieves: My hand shall fan your eyes, like the filmed wing Of drowsy morpheus; and my voice shall sing In a low compass for a Lucibell. Sleep sweet, perhaps i'll sleep for company. I thank you; I am drowsy, sing I pray; Or sleep: do what you please, I am heavy, I; God night to all our care: oh! I am blessed By this soft pillow where my head doth rest. By my troth I am sleepy too: I cannot sing, My heart is troubled with some heavy thing. Rest one these violets, whilst I prepare, In thy soft slumber to receive a share: Blush not chaste Moon to see a virgin lie So near a Prince, 'tis no immodesty: For when the thoughts are pure, no time, no place, Hath power to work fair chastity's disgrace; Lodowick I clasp thee thus, so arm clip arm, So sorrow fold them that wish true love harm. Art sure thou'st found them? Look, are these they? Adulterer: strumpet. Oh! Oh! unhuman deed to kill both. Both have abused our glory, both shall bleed, how now! what have ye done? my Lodowick bleeds Some savage beast hath fixed his ruthless fang In my soft body: Lodowick, I faint, Dear wake; my Lodowick: alas what means Your breast to be thus wet? is't blood or sweat? Who troubles me? Brother. Who is that? Mathias. ay, accursed I, where's the good hermit? thank him for his love, Yet tell him; Ferdinand of Prussia Hath a long arm; some murderer of his hath killed us sleeping.
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The Hermet will soone bring him, let's sit downe▪ Nature, or art hath taught these boughes to spred, In manner of an arbour o're the banke. No, they bow downe as vailes to shadow you▪ And the fish flowers beguiled by the light Of your celestiall eyes, open there leaues, And when they entertaine the lord of day You bring them comfort like the Sunne in May. Come▪ come, you men will flatter beyond meane: Will you sit downe? and talke of the late wronge Intended by the Duke of Prussia? Fairest forget it, leaue till we are cleare freed hence, I will defie him, and cause all the knights Assembled for our purpos'd turnament, To turne there keene swords 'gainst his catiue head. Prithee no more, I feele thy blood turne hot, And wrath inflames thy spirit, let it cease; Forgiue this fault, conuert this war to peace. O breath sweet touch with what a heauenly charme Doe your soft fingers my wa-houghts disarme, Prussia had reason to attempt my life Inchanted by the magicke of these lookes, That cast a luster on the blushing starrs. Pardon chast Queene of beauty, make me proude To rest my toild head on your tender knee, My chin with sleepe is to my bosome bow'd; Faire if you please a little rest with mee. No, ile be Centinell; ile watch for feare Of venomous wormes, or wolues, or woluish theeues: My hand shall fanne your eyes, like the film'd winge Of drowsie morpheus; and my voyce shall sing In a low compasse for a Lucibell. Sleepe sweete, perhaps ile sleepe for company. I thanke you; I am drowsie, sing I pray; Or sleepe: doe what you please, I am heauy, I; God night to all our care: oh! I am blest By this soft pillow where my head doth rest. By my troth I am sleepy too: I cannot sing, My heart is troubled with some heauy thing. Rest one these violets, whilst I prepare, In thy soft slumber to receiue a share: Blush not chast Moone to see a virgin lie So neere a Prince, 'tis noe immodestie: For when the thoughts are pure, noe time, noe place, Hath power to worke faire chastities disgrace; Lodowick I claspe thee thus, so arme clip arme, So sorrow fold them that wish true loue harme. Art sure tha'st found them? Looke, are these they? Adulterer: stiumpet. Oh! Oh! Vnhumane deede to kill both. Both haue abu'd our glory, both shall bleed, how now! what haue ye done? my Lodowick bleeds Some sauage beast hath fixt his ruthles fange In my soft body: Lodowick, I faint▪ Deere wake; my Lodowick: alas what meanes Your brest to be thus wet? I'st blood or sweat▪ Who troubles me? Brother. Who is that? Mathias. I, accursed I, Wher's the good Hermet? thanke him for his loue▪ Yet tell him; Ferdinand of Prussia Hath a long arme; some murderer of his hath kild vs sleeping.