Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 28 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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 497 words
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Your son no doubt is well, in blessed state. My heart is smitten through thy answer, Lorrique, where is thy gracious Lord? In heaven I hope. True madam, he did perish in the wrack When he came first by sea from Lubeck haven. What false impostor then hath mocked my care? Abused my Princely brother Ferdinand? Gotten his Dukedom in my dead son's name? I grant him an impostor, therein false But when your Highness hears the circumstance, I know your wisdom and meek piety Will judge him well deserving in your eyes. What can be said now I have lost my son? Or how can this base two-tongued hypocrite Excuse concealing of his master's death. Unhappy Martha, in thy age undone, Robbed of a husband, cheated of a son. Hear me with patience for that pities sake You showed my captive body, by the tears You shed, when my poor father dragged to death Endured all violence at their hands: By all the mercies poured on him and me That like cool rain somewhat allayed the heat Of our sad torment, and red sufferings; hear me but speak a little to repay With gratitude the favours I received. Art thou the luckless son of that sad man Lord of Burtholme some time admiral? I was his only son, whom you set free, Therefore submissively I kneel and crave, You would with patience hear your servant speak; Be brief, my swollen heart is at point to break. I stood upon the top of the high scar, Where I beheld the splitted ship let in Devouring ruin in the shape of waves, Some got on Rafts, but were as soon cast off As they were seated; many strid the mast, But the Sea's working was so violent, That nothing could preserve them from their fury, They did and were entombed in the deep. Except some two the surges washed ashore Prince Charles being one, who on Lorrique's back Hung with clasped hands, that never could unfold, Why not as well as he Lorrique doth live, Or how was he found clasped upon his back Except he had had life to fold his hands. Madam, your Highness errs in that conceit, For men that die by drowning, in their death, Hold surely what they clasp, while they have breath. Well he held me, and sunk me too. I'll witness, when I had recovered him The PRINCE's head being split against a Rock Past all recover, Lorrique in desperate rage, Sought sundry means to spoil his new-gained; life, exclaiming for his master: cursing heaven, For being unjust to you, though not to him, For robbing you of comfort in your son Oh gracious Lady said this grieved man Could I but work a means to called me her grief. Some reasonable course to keep black care From her white bosom; I were happy then; But knowing this, her heart will sink with woe And I, am ranked with miserablest men,
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Your son noe doubt is well, in blessed state. My heart is smitten through thy answere, Lorrique, where is thy gracious Lord? In heauen I hope. True madam, he did perish in the wracke When he came first by sea from Lubecke hauen. What false impostor then hath mock't my care? Abus'd my Princely brother Ferdinand? Gotten his Dukedome in my dead sons name? I grant him an impostor, therein false But when your Highnes heares the circumstance, I know your wisedome and meeke piety Will Iudge him well deseruing in your eyes. What can be sayd now I haue lost my son? Or how can this base two-tongu'd hypocrite Excuse concealing of his masters death. Vnhappy Martha, in thy age vndone, Robd of a husban'd, cheated of a son. Heare me with patience for that pitties sake You shewed my captiue body, by the teares You shed, when my poore father dragd to death Indur'd all violence at theyr hands: By all the mercies powrd on him and me That like coole rayne somewhat allayd the heate Of our sad torment, and red sufferings; Here me but speake a little to repay With gratitude the fauours I receiu'd. Art thou the lucklesse son of that sad man Lord of Burtholme some time admirall? I was his onely son, whom you set free, Therefore submissiuely I kneele and craue, You would with patience heare your seruant speake; Be briefe, my swolne heart is at poynt to breake. I stood vpon the top of the high scarre, Where I beheld the splitted ship let in Deuouring ruine in the shape of waues, Some got on Rafts, but were as soone cast off As they weare seated; many strid the mast, But the seas working was soe violent, That nothing could preserue them from their fury, They did and were intombed in the deepe. Except some two the surges washt a shore Prince Charles being one, who on Lorriques backe Hung wh claspt hands, that neuer could vnfold, Why not aswell as he Lorrique doth liue, Or how was he found claspt vpon his backe Except he had had life to fold his hands. Madam, your Highnes errs in that conceite, For men that dye by drowning, in their death, Hold surely what they claspe, while they haue breath. Well he held mee, and sunke me too. Ile witnes, when I had recouerd him The Princes head being split against a Rocke Past all recouer, Lorrique in desperate rage, Sought sundry meanes to spoyle his new-gain'd; life▪ Exclay minge for his master: cursing heauen, For being vniust to you, though not to him, For robbing you of comfort in your son Oh gratious Lady sayd this grieued man Could I but worke a meanes to cald me her griefe. Some reasonable course to keepe blacke care From her white bosome; I were happy then; But knowing this, her heart will sinke with woe And I, am rankt with miserablest men,