Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 22 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 0.74 · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
ay, but he always drinks in my Father's cup. I so let be, let de Duke drink a de same. What poison my father? Noah, I like not that so well. You shall drink too, and I too and when we be sick, as we shall have as shall have a petit rumble in de belly; dan take a dis same, and give your fadra dis: but your cousin none of it, and bygar no body shall be dead, and kicka, and cry oh, but Otho. That's excellent, master; This is the poison then, and this is the medicine? I dat be true. Well Physician, attend in my chamber here, till Stilt and I return; and if I pepper him not, say I am not worthy to be called a Duke, but a drawlatch. Farewell awe, and iebbit a vow; and we speed by thy practice we'll crush a cup of thine own country wine. Go speed to spoil yourselves. Doctor lie there, Lorrique, like thyself appear So now i'll post unto the Hermitage, and smile While silly fools act treason act through my guile. See Princely uncle black dormitory, Where Austria and Prince Lodowick are laid On the cold bed of earth, where they must sleep Till earth and air, and sea consume by fire. Their rest be peace, their rising glorious; Sad mourners, give your partners leave to kneel, And make their offertory on this tomb, That does contain the honourablest earth That ever went upright in Germany, Welcome Duke Ferdinand, come, come, keel, kneel, Thus should each friend another's sorrow feel. Is Lucibella in this monument? Noah, she's recovered from death's violence; But through her wounds and grief distract of sense. Heaven help her, here she comes; Kneel still, I pray. Oh me accurst I why live I this black day? Oh a sword, I pray you kill me not, For I am going to the river's side. To fetch white lilies, and blue daffodils To stick in Lodowick's bosom, where it bled, And in mine own; my true love is not dead, Noah y'are deceived in him, my father is: Reason he should, he made me run away; And Lodowick too, and you Mathias too; Alack for woe, yet what a the remedy? We must run all away: yet all must die. 'Tis so, I wrought it in a sampler, 'Twas heart in hand, and true love's knots and words, All true stitch by my troth: the posy thus: No flight dear love but death, shall sever us; Nor that did not neither; he lies here does he not? Yes lovely madam, pray be patient. Iso I am, but pray tell me true, Could you be patient, or you, or you, or you, To lose a father and a husband too: Ye could, I cannot; open, door here hoe! Tell Lodowick, Lucibell would speak with him; I have news from heaven for him, he must not die, I have robbed Prometheus of his moving fire: Open the door, I must come in, and will, I'll beat myself to air, but I'll come in.
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I, but he alwaies drinkes in my Fathers cup. I so let be, let de Duke drinke a de same. What poyson my father? noe, I like not that so well. You shall drinke too, and I too and when wee bee sicke, as we shall baue as shall haue a petit rumble in de belly; dan take a dis same, and giue your sadra dis: but your cozin none of it, and bygar noe body shall be dead, and kicka, and cry oh, but Otho. That's excellent, master; This is the poyson then, and this is the medicine? I dat be true. Well Phisitian, attend in my chamber heere, till Stilt and I returne; and if I pepper him not, say I am not worthy to be cald a Duke, but a drawlatch. Farewellawe, and iebbit a vow; and wee speede by thy practice wee'l crush a cup of thine owne country wine. Goe speede to spoyle your selues. Doctor lie there, Lorrique, like thy selfe appeare So now ile post vuto the Hermitage, and smile While silly fooles act treason act through my guile. See Princely vncle blacke dormitory, Where Austria and Prince Lodowick are layd On the cold bed of earth, where they must sleepe Till earth and ayre, and sea consume by fire. Their rest be peace, their rising glorious; Sad mourners, giue your partners leaue to kneele, And make their offertorie on this tombe, That does containe the honourablest earth That euer went vpright in Germany, Welcome Duke Ferdinand, come, come, keele, kneele▪ Thus should each friend anothers sorrow feele. Is Lucibella in this monument? Noe, shee's recouer'd from deaths violence; But through her woundes and griefe distract of sence. Heauen helpe her, here she comes; Kneele still, I pay. Oh mee accurst I why liue I this blacke day▪ Oh a sword, I pray you kill me not, For I am going to the riuers side. To fetch white lillies, and bew daffadils To sticke in Lodowicks bosome, where it bled, And in mine owne; my true loue is not dead, Noe y'are deceiud in him, my father is: Reason he should, he made me run away▪ And Lodowick too, and you Mathias too; Alacke for woe, yet what a the remedy? We must run all awaye: yet all must dye. 'Tis soe, I wrought it in a sampler, 'Twas heart in hand, and true loues knots and words, All true stitch by my troth: the posie thus: No flight deare loue but death, shall seuer vs; Nor that did not neyther; he lies here does he not? Yes louely madam, pray be patient. Iso I am, but pray tell me true, Could you be patient, or you, or you, or you, To loose a father and a husband too: Yee could, I cannot; open, doore here hoe! Tell Lodowick, Lucibell would speake with him; I haue newes from heauen for him, he must not dy, I haue rob'd Prometheus of his moouing fire: Open the dore, I must come in, and will, Ile beate my selfe to ayre, but Ile come in.