Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 16 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 0.75 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Father I thank you: Lodowick reach me thy hand How cold thou art; death now assails our hearts, Having triumphed over the outward parts; Farewell a while, we die but part, to meet Where joys are certain, pleasures endless, sweet. Father, this latest boon of you I crave, Let him, and me, lie in one bed, and grave. Oh me! oh miserable wretched me. Hover a little longer blessed soul, glide not away too fast: mine now forsakes his earthly mansion and on hopes gilt wings will gladly mount with thine, where Angels sing celestial ditties to the King of Kings. brother adieu, your rashness I forgive, pardon me father, pardon; Austria your daughter is become a bride for death: the dismal even before her wedding day. hermit God pardon thee: thy double tongue hath caused this error: but in peace farewell. He that lifts us to Heaven keep thee from Hell. Oh strange conjecture! what should move this Prince To charge me with such horrid cruelty? I'll tell thee hypocrite. Stay Mathias stay, It is thy uncle Rodorigo, and beside, My honour and Duke Austria's shall be gagged, He never parted from our company in his own hermitage Since day declined, and glimmering twilight ushered in the night. Not from his hermitage? Noah not he. is't possible? By Heaven he did not. Then there is villainy, practice, and villainy Mathias hath been wronged and drawn to kill His natural brother, with him to destroy The rarest piece of nature's workmanship, No doubt by practice and base villainy The hermit not at court? strange! wondrous! Oh for my son, and Austria's worthy child. Thou weep'st in scorn, and very tear of thine covers a smile: Saxony, I defy All truce, all league of love, guard thee proud Duke; Thy sons have made me childless; I'll have thee Consort in death with my wronged girl and me. Help Prince Mathias: hermit, oh the Heavens! The Austrian Duke sinks down upon the earth. Proud Iohn of Saxony: hast thou no wound? Not any Austria; neither touched I thee. Somebody touched me home: vain world farewell Dying I fall on my dead Lucibell. Sir what are you that take on you to part? It's by your weapon that the Duke is fall'n. If I thought so, i'd fall upon the point, But I am innocent of such an ill: Kill my good kinsman, Duke of Austria; Then were Prince Otho of Luningberg set down In sad despairs black book to rave and die; But I am free from such impiety. Are you Prince Otho of Luningberg? He is, and heir apparent to Duke Ferdinand May be the Moon deceives me, and my grief As well in the distinguishing of sounds, As sight: I have heard of young Luningberg, And seen him to at Hoffman's overthrow, He looked not like you, neither spoke like you.
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Father I thanke you: Lodowick reach me thy hand How cold thou art; death now assailes our hearts, Hauing triumph't ouer the outward parts; Farewell a while, we die but part, to meete Where ioyes are certaine, pleasures endlesse, sweet. Father, this latest boone of you I craue, Let him, and me, lie in one bed, and graue. Oh me! oh miserable wretched me. Houer a little longer blessed soule, glide not away too fast: mine now forsaks his earthly mansion and on hopes gilt wings will gladly mount with thine, where Angels sing celestiall ditties to the King of Kings. brother adew, your rashnesse I forgiue, pardon me father, pardon; Austria your daughter is become a bride for death: the dismall euen before her wedding day. Hermet God pardon thee: thy double tongue hath caus'd this errour: but in peace farewell. Hee that lifts vs to Heauen keepe thee from Hell. Oh strange coniecture! what should moue this Prince To charge me with such horrid cruelty? Ile tell thee hypocrite. Stay Mathias stay, is thy vncle Rodorigo, and besides, My hon or and Duke Austria's shall bee gag'd, He neuer parted from our company in his owne hermitag Since day declinde, and glimmering twilight vsher'd in the night. Not from his hermitage? Noe not he. 'st possible? By Heauen he did not. Then there is villany, practice, and villainy Mathias hath bin wrong'd and drawne to kill His naturall brother, with him to destroy The rarest peece of natures workmanship, No doubt by practize and base villany The Hermet not at court? strange! wondrous! Oh for my fonne, and Austria's worthy childe. Thou weep'st in scorne, and very teare of thine Cours a smile: Saxony, I defie All truce, all league of loue, guard thee prowd Duke; Thy sonnes haue made me childlesse; Ile haue thee Conort in death with my wrong'd girle and mee. Helpe Prince Mathias: Hermet, oh the Heauens! The Austrian Duke sinkes downe vpon the earth. Proud Iohn of Saxony: ha'st thou no wound? Not any Austria; neither toucht I thee. Somebody toucht me home: vaine world farewell Dying I fall on my dead Lucibell. Sir what are you that take on you to parte? It's by your weapon that the Duke is falne. If I thought so, i'de fall vpon the point, But I am innocent of such an ill: Kill my good kinsman, Duke of Austria; Then were Prince Otho of Luningberg set downe In sad dispaires blacke booke to raue and die; But I am free from such imprety. Are you Prince Otho of Luningberg? He is, and heire apparent to Duke Ferdinan May be the Moone deceaues me, and my grief As well in the distinguishing of sounds, As sight: I haue heard of young Luningberg, And seene him to at Hoffmans ouerthrow, He lookt not like you, neither spake like you.