Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 20 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 T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 505 words
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Mas he says true son; but what's the remedy? None at all father, now we are in, we must go through stitch. Yes, there is remedy: cast your weapons down, And arm yourselves with mercy of your Prince Who like a gracious shepherd ready stands To take his lost sheep home in gentle hands. As for your Prince, I will for him entreat That he may be restored again in love, And unto offices of dignity, as either Taster, Sewer, Cupbearer, the place himself thinks Fittest for his state, and for my part when That unhappy time of Princely Ferdinand's Sad death shall, come:— Which moment:— But should I as I say behold that hour, Although I am elected for your Prince, Yet would I not remove this gentleman, Bat rather serve him as his councillor. Give me your hand of that Cousin; well said, now get a pardon for me, and my merry men all; and then let me be my father's Taster, being the office belonging to his eldest son; I Being the same, and than you shall see me behave myself, not as a rebel, or reprobate, but as a most reasonable Prince, and sufficient subject. Well since my Lord has said the word, bring that of spoke he to pass and ye shall have my word too, and old Stilt my fathers, being a man of good reproach I tell you, and condemnation in his country. I that I am my Lord, I have lived in name and shame these threescore, and seven winters, all my neighbours can bear me testament, and accord. Well, rest ye quiet; Sovereign on my knees I beg your Highness grant to there request: Suppose them silly, simple, and your own; To shed their blood were just, yet rigorous, The praise of Kings is to prove gracious. True soul of honour, substance of myself, Thy merit wins thee mercy, go in peace, Lay by your unjust arms, live by your sweat, And in content the bread of quiet eat. God save Duke Ferdinand. Pray Father, forgive me, and my man, And my man's father by our single selves; For we have been the capital offenders. I truly my Lord, we raised the resurrection, I pardon all; give thee my taster's place: Honour this Prince that hath thus won you grace. Y-S. God save Duke Ferdinand, and Prince Otho. I and me too. And Prince Ierom too; well son, i'll leave thee a Courtier still, and get me home to my own desolation, where i'll labour to compel away excessity: and so fareyee well. This business over: worthy nephew Charles, Let us go visit the sad Saxon Duke, The mourning hermit, That through affection wrought his brother's fall. I'll wait your Highness to that house of woe, Where sad mischance sits in a purple chair, And underneath her beetle cloudy brows smiles at unlocked for mischiefs; oh there Doth grief unpainted, in true shape appear. Shrill trumpets sound a flourish For the cries of war are drowned.
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Mas he saies true son; but what's the remedy? None at all father, now wee are in, wee must goe through stitch. Yes, there is remedy: cast your weapons downe, And arme your selues with mercy of your Prince Who like a gracious shepheard ready stands To take his lost sheepe home in gentle hands. As for your Prince, I will for him intreat That he may be restor'd againe in loue, And vnto offices of dignity, as eyther Taster, Sewer, Cupbearer, the place himselfe thinkes Fittest for his state, and for my part when That vnhappy time of Princely Ferdinands Sad death shall, come:— Which moment:— But should I as I say behold that houre, Although I am elected for your Prince, Yet would I not remooue this gentleman, Bat rather serue him as his councellor. Giue me your hand of that Cozen; well sayd, now get a pardon for mee, and my merry men all; and then let me be my fathers Taster, being the office belonging to his eldest sonne; I Being the same, and then you shall see mee behaue my selfe, not as a rebell, or reprobate, but as a most reasonable Prince, and sufficient subiect. Well since my Lord ha's sayd the word, bring that of spake he to passe and ye shall haue my word too, and old Stilt my fathers, being a man of good reproch I tell you, and condemnation in his country. I that I am my Lord, I haue liu'd in name and shame hese threescore, and seuen winters, all my neighbours can are me testament, and accord. Well, rest yee quiet; Soueraigne on my knees I beg your Highnes graunt to there request: Suppose them silly, simple, and your owne; To shed their blood were iust, yet rigorous, The praise of Kings is to prooue gracious. True soule of honor, substance of my selfe, Thy merit wins thee mercy, goe in peace, Lay by your vniust armes, liue by your sweate, And in content the bread of quiet eate. Godsaue Duke Ferdinand. Pray Father, forgiue me, and my man, And my mans father by our single selues; For we haue bin the capitall offendors. I truely my Lord, we rais'd the resurrection, I pardon all; giue thee my Tasters place: Honor this Prince that hath thus won you grace. Y-S. God saue Duke Ferdinand, and Prince Otho. I and me too. And Prince Ierom too; well son, ile leaue thee a Courtier still, and get mee home to my owne desolation, where ile labour to compell away excessity: and so fareyee well. This busines ouer: worthy nephew Charles, Let vs goe visi the sad Saxon Duke, The mourning Hermet, That through affection wrought his brothers fall. Ile wait your Highnes to that house of woe, Where sad mischance sits in a purple chayre, And vnderncath her beetle cloudy browes smiles at vnlockt for mischsefes; oh there Doth griefe vnpainted, in true shape appeare. Shrill trumpets sound a flourish For the cryes of war are drownd.