Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 23 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti typicality 0.82 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Alas her tender hands smiting the stone Beweep their mistress rage in tears of blood. Fair Lady be of comfort, 'tis in vain To invocate the dead to life again. I gentle Daughter be content, I pray, Their fate is come, and ours is not, far off. Here is a hand over my fate hath power And I now sink under the stroke of death, But that a purer spirit fills my breast And guides me from the footsteps of despair, A heavenly motion full of charity, yourself to kill you self were such a sin As most divines hold deadly. ay but a knave may kill one by a trick, Or lay a plot, or so, or cog, or prate, Make strife, make a man's father hang him, Or his brother, how think you goodly Prince, God give you joy of your adoption; May nor tricks be used? Alas poor Lady. I that's true, I am poor, and yet have things, And gold ring, and amidst the leaves green Lord how d'ee, well I thank god, why that's well, And you my Lord, and you too; never a one weep, Must I shed all the tears? well he is gone, And he dwells here ye said, ho i'll dwell with him, Death, dastard, Devil, robber of my life Thou base adulterer, that partest man and wife Come I defy thy darts. O sweet for bear. For pities sake a while her rage restrain Last she do violence upon herself. O never fear me, there is somewhat cries Within me Noah: tells me there's knaves abroad Bids me be quiet, lay me down and sleep Good night good gentlefolks, brother your hand, And yours good father, you are my father now, Do but stand here, I'll run a little course At base, or barleybreak, or some such toy, To catch the fellow, and come back again, Nay look thee now, let go, or by my troth I'll tell my Lodowick how ye use his love: So now good-bye, now goodnight indeed: Lie further Lodowick, take not all the room, Be not a churl, thy Lucibell doth come. Follow her brother, follow son Mathias, Be careful guardians of the troubled maid; While I confer with Princely Ferdinand About an embassy to Aüstria, With true reports of there disastrous haps. Well, I will be her guardian and her guide, By me her senses have been weakened, But i'll contend with charitable pain, To serve her, till they be restored again. A virtuous, noble resolution. Worthy Prince Rodorigo, when tempestuous woe Abates her violent storm, I shall have time To chide you for unkindness, that have lived In solitary life with us so long. Believe me Saxon Prince you did us wrong: Would I might never live in no worse state; For contemplation is the path to heaven. My new conversing in the world is proved Luckless and full of sorrow; fare-ye-well My heavens, alone, all company seems hell. My nephew call for wine my soul is dry I am sad at sight of so much misery.
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Alas her tender hands smiting the ston Beweepe their mistris rage in teares of blood. Faire Lady be of comfort, t'is in vaine To inuocate the dead to life againe. I gentle Daughter be content, I pray▪ Their fate is come, and ours is not, far off. Here is a hand ouer my fate hath power▪ And I now sinke vnder the stroke of death, But that a purer spirit fils my brest And guides me from the footsteps of dispaire, A heauenly motion full of charity, Your selfe to kill you selfe were such a sinne As most diuines hold deadly. I but a knaue may kill one by a tricke, Or lay a plot, or soe, or cog, or prate, Make strife, make a mans father hang him, Or his brother, how thinke you goodly Prince, God giue you ioy of your adoption; May nor trickes be vsd? Alas poore Lady. I thats true, I am poore, and yet haue things, And gold ring, and amidst the leaues greenea Lord how dee, well I thanke god, why thats well, And you my Lord, and you too; neuer a one weepe, Must I shed all the teares? well he is gone, And he dwells here ye sayd, ho i'le dwell with him, Death, dastard, Diuell, robber of my life Thou base adulterer, that partst man and wife Come I defie thy darts. O sweet for beare. For pitties sake a while her rage restraine Last she doe violence vpon herselfe. O neuer feare me, there is somewhat cri Within menoe: tels me there's knaues abroad Bids mee be quiet, lay me downe and sleepe Good night good gentlefolkes, brother your hand, And yours good father, you are my father now, Doe but stand here, l'fe sun a little course At base, or barley-breake, or some such toye, To catch the fellow, and come backe againe, Nay looke thee now, let goe, or by my troth Ile tell my Lodowick how yee vse his loue: Soe now god-buye, now god-night indeede: Lie further Lodowick▪ take not all the roome, Be not a churle, thy Lucibell doth come. Follow her brother, follow son Mathies, Be carefull guardians of the troubled mayd; While I conerre with Princely Ferdinand About an embassie to Aüstria, With true reports of there disasterous haps. Well, I will be her guardian and her guide, By me her sences haue bin weakned, But i'le contend with charitable paine, To serue her, till they be restord againe. A vertuous, noble resolution. Worthy Prince Rodorigo, when tempestuous woe Abates her violent storme, I shall haue time To chide you for vnkindenes, that haue liu'd In solitary life with vs so long. Beleue me Saxon Prince you did vs wrong: Would I might neuer liue in noe worse state; For contemplation is the path to heauen. My new conversing in the world is prou'd Lucklesse and full of sorrow; fare-ye-well My heauens, alone, all company seemes hell. My nephew call for winemy soule is dry I am sad at sight of soe much misery.