Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 15 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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 512 words
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Killed thee? oh no! I trust the careful destinies deny So hard a fate: 'tis I alone am killed. Come Lodowick, and close up my night-veiled eyes That never may again behold the day. What means Mathias? Hold me not Prince Otho. I will revenge myself upon myself: For Parricide for damned parricide: I have killed my brother sleeping in the arms Of the divinest form that e'er held breath. I have killed love's Queen defaced with my foul hand, The goodliest frame that ever nature built And driven the graces from the mansion Wherein they have continued from their birth; She now being dead, she'll dwell no more on earth. What moved you to it brother? jealous rage, suspicion by Prince Otho, That Lucibell had fled with a base Greek, Oh me accursed! I am borne to shame. But I am wretcheder, that from the love Devoted to the house of Saxony, Have thus begot this monster cruelty: I lay within an arbour, whence I saw The princess, and yourself in this disguise Departing secretly my uncle's court: I judged you for a Greek as you appeared. Told Prince Mathias of your secret flight; And he led on by fury followed you Where thus deceased by night and your attire, Hath robbed your heart of life, his own of joy. Forgive me brother, pardon fairest maid, And ere the icy hand of ashy death Fold your fair bodies in this sable veil; Discover why you put on this disguise. To scape the lustful Duke of Prussia, Who purposed this night to murder me, And ravish her whom death hath made his prey My Lucibell, whose lights are masked with clouds That never will be cleared. My uncle, fie, who buzzed into your head This damned lie? it's no lie. Noah lie: 'tis true, 'tis true, The reverent hermit Rodorick told it us. The hermit is a villain damned in hell Before the world's creation, if he say't My Princely uncle purposed such a thought. Look to the Princess, there's life in her: Cheer up your heart Prince Lodowick, courage man. Your being of comfort may recover her, While I bring forth the hermit and disprove This false assertion: Rodorick is a slave A vile and irreligious hypocrite, No hermit, but a devil if he dare Affirm such falsehood of Duke Ferdinand. Rodorick is not as you report him sir, Nor did he e'er belie Duke Ferdinand. No did? why then did you maliciously Advise Prince Lodowick and fair Lucibell To fly the Prussian court this dismal night. Who I? I spoke not with them, Yes ye did. Where was it that he spoke with you? tell us where? At Danzig in the Duke of Prussia's court. Who heard him besides you? The Princess Lucibell. As heaven shall help my fleeting soul, I did. why speaks my dukedoms hope in hollow sounds? Look up fair child here's Saxony and I Thy father, Lucibella look on me; I am not angry that thou fled'st away But come to grace thy nuptials; prithee speak.
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Kild thee? oh no! I trust the carefull destinies deny So hard a fate: 'tis I alone am kild. Come Lodowick, and close vp my night-vaild eies That neuer may agen behold the day. What meanes Mathias? Hold me not Prince Otho. I will reuenge my selfe vpon my selfe▪ For Parricide for damned parricide: I haue kild my brother sleeping in the armes Of the diuinest forme that e're held breath. I haue kild loues Queene defac't with my foule hand, The goodliest frame that euer nature built And driuen the graces from the mansion Wherein they haue continued from their birth; She now being dead, shee'l dwell no more on earth. What mooued you to it brother? Iealous rage, suspition by Prince Otho, That Lucibell had fled with a base Greeke, Oh me accursed! I am borne to shame. But I am wretcheder, that from the lou Deuoted to the house of Saxony, Haue thus begot this monster cruelty: I lay within an arbour, whence I saw The princesse, and your selfe in this disguise Departing secretly my vncles court: I iudg'd you for a Greeke as you appear'd. Told Prince Mathias of your secret flight; And hee led on by fury followed you Where thus deceased by night and your attire, Hath rob'd your heart of life, his owne of ioy. Forgiue me brother, pardon fairest maide, And ere the icy hand of ashie death Fod your faire bodies in this sable vaile; Discouer why you put on this disguise. To scape the lustfull Duke of Prussia, Who purpos'd this night to murder me, And rauish her whom death hath made his pray My Lucibell, whose lights are mask't with clouds That neuer will be cleard. My vncle, fie, who buz'd into your head This damned lie? it's no lie. Noe lie: 'tis true, 'tis true, The reuerent Hermet Rodorick told it vs. The Hermet is a villaine damn'd in hell Before the worlds creation, if he sai't My Princely vncle purpos'd such a thought. Looke to the Princesse, ther's life in her: Cheere vp your heart Prince Lodowicke, courage man. Your being of comfort may recouer her, While I bring forth the Hermet and disprooue This false assertion: Rodorick is a slaue A vile and irreligious hypocrite, No Hermet, but a diuell if he dare Affirme such falshood of Duke Ferdinand. Rodorick is not as you report him sir, Nor did he erebelie Duke Ferdinand. No did? why then did you maliciously Aduise Prince Lodowick and faire Lucibell To flie the Prussian court this dismall night. Who I? I spake not with them, Yes ye did. Where was it that he spake with you? tell vs where? At Dantzike in the Duke of Prussias court. Who heard him besides you? The Princesse Lucibell. As heauen shall helpe my fleeting soule, I did. why speakes my dukedomes hope in hollow sounds? Looke vp fayre child heer's Saxony and I Thy father, Lucibella looke on me; I am not angry that thou fled'st away But come to grace thy nuptials; prithee speake.