Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 17 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T38 Death, parting and grief at court typicality 0.83 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Father, 'tis he: Lorrique his man attends him, That fellow which is all composed of mirth Of mirth? of death: why should I think of mirth After so foul a murder? come lend hands To give this Princely body funeral rites, That I may sacrifice this hand and heart For my peace-offerings on their sepulchers. Nay, boy, thou shall not leave old Saxony Childless for all this sorrow: Prince, and if Otho Help in my son with noble Austria, Lodowick shallbe my burden: brother yours The lovely but the luckless Lucibell. So tread a heavy measure; now let's go To inter the dead, our hearts being dead with woe. there's life in Lucibell, for I feel A breath, more odoriferous than balm thirl through the coral portals of her lips, Apparent signs of life, her pulses beat; Oh if I could but yet recover her, 'twould satisfy the State of Austria, That else would be disturbed for want of heirs Heaven be propitious, guide my artless hand, To preserve fainting life in this clear form. Grant this thou soul of all Divinity, And I will strive whatever mortal may To serve thee on my knees both night and day. Tarry Prince Otho and see their bodies balmed, I pray you think me not in passion dull; I must withdraw, and weep, my heart is full. Oh reverent man, thou bear'st the richest fruit; That ever fell in the unripened spring, Go lay her soft, she had ill fate to fall; But rich or fair or strong, death swallows all, Hola! Lorrique, leave our horse; draw near. Help me to sing a hymn unto the fates Composed of laughing interjections. Why my good Lord? what accidents Have chanced, that tickle so your spleen? Oh my dear self: thou trusty treasurer of my revenge; Kneel down, and at my bidding kiss the earth; And on her cold ear whisper this strict charge: That she provide the best of her perfumes, The fat of Lambs rap't from the bleating Ewes, The sweetest smelling wood she can devise; For I must offer up a sacrifice, To blessed occasion that hath seconded With opportune means my desire of wreak; Now I have kissed the earth, let me partake In your great joy, that seems to exceed. Are Lodowick, and the Princess murdered? 'tis done, go, hie thee to Prince Ferdinand; Tell him how misadventure and mistrust Hath killed Prince Lodowick and bright Lucibell: By Prince Mathias hand: add to that chance, Another unexpected accident: Say that the Dukes of Austria and Saxony, Being by the hermit Rodorick entertained, And hearing outcries in the dead of night, Came and beheld the tragic spectacle, Which sight did so enrage the Austrian Duke, That he, assailed the Saxon, but fell slain, On his pale daughter, now deflowered by death. Is Austria then slain by Saxony? Come, come, he's dead, either by him or me, No matter, he's gone: there's more to go. Run with the news; away.
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Father, 'tis he: Lorrique his man attends him, That fellow which is all compos'd of mirth Of mirth? of death: why should I thinke of mirth After so foule a murder? come lend hands To giue this Princely body funerall rites, That I may sacrifice this hand and heart For my peace-offerings on theyr sepulchers. Nay, boy, thou shall not leaue old Saxony Childles for all this sorrow: Prince, and if Otho Helpe in my son with noble Austria, Lodowick shalbe my burden: brother yours The louely but the lucklesse Lucibell. So treade a heauy measure; now lets goe To interre the dead, our hearts being dead with woe. Ther's life in Lucibell, for I feele A breath, more odoriferous then balme Thirle through the corrall poras of her lipps, Apparent signes of life, her puses beate; Oh if I could but yet recouer her, T'would satisfie the State of Austria, That else would be disturb'd for want of heires Heauen be propitious, guide my artlesse hand, To preserue fainting life in this cleare forme. Graunt this thou soule of all Diuinity, And I will striue what euer mortall may To serue thee on my knees both night and day. Tarry Prince Otho and see theyr bodies balm'd, I pray you thinke me not in passion dull; I must withdraw, and weepe, my heart is full. Oh reuerent man, thou bearst the richest fruite; That euer fell in the vnripired spring, Goe lay her soft, she had ill fatero fall; But rich or faire or strong, death swallowes all, Hol! Lorrique, leaue our horse; draw neere. Helpe me to sing a hymne vnto the fates Compos'd of laughing interiections. Why my good Lord? what accidents Haue chanc't, that tickle so your spleene? Oh my deere selfe: thou trusty treasurer of my reuenge Kneele downe, and at my bidding kisse the earth; And on her cold eare whisper this strict charge: That she prouide the best of her perfumes, The fat of Lambs rap't from the bleating Ewes, The sweetest smelling wood she can deuise; For I must offer vp a sacrifice, To blest occasion that hath seconded With opportune meanes my desire of wreake▪ Now I haue kis't the earth, let me pertake In your great ioy, that seemes to exceed. Are Lodowick, and the Princesse murder'd? Tis done, goe, hie thee to Prince Ferdinand; Tell him how misaduenture and mistrust Hath kild Prince Lodowick and bright Lucibell: By Prince Mathias hand: adde to that chaunce, Another vnexpected accident: Say that the Dukes of Austria and Saxony, Being by the Hermet Rodorick intertain'd, And hearing outcries in the dead of night, Came and beheld the tragick spectacle, Which sight did so inrage the Austrian Duke, That he, assail'd the Saxon, but fell slaine, On his daughter, now defloured by death. Is Austria then slaine by Saxony? Come, come, hee's dead, eyther by him or me, Noe matter, hee's gone: ther's more to goe. Runne with the newes; away.