Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 30 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.73 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Nay, nay you must not go, we'll hold you now. Why that's well, done, Pray come, see my house I have a fine house now, and goodly knacks And gay apparel; look ye here, this is brave; And two lean porters starved for lack of meat, Pray let go mine arms, look here they be. Oh horrid sight! Nay, never start I pray; is it not like I keep A princely house, when I have such fat porters at my gate; What should this mean? why in this wood So thick, so solitary, and remote From common road of men, should these hang thus? Brother your Hermitage is not far hence, When knew you any execution here? I never knew any, and these bones are green, This less anatomy hath not hung long The bigger, by the moss and dryness seems Of more continuance. What's on there heads? why golden Crowns, my porters shall be Kings, And hide there barebones with these gay weeds. I do remember the Admiral that kept the Island of Burtholme Was by the Duke of Prussia adjudged To have his head feared with a burning crown, And after made a bare Anatomy, Which by his son was from the gallows stolen; ay, that same son of his, but where lives he No doubt, he doth possess some cave hard by. Come, go with me, i'll show you where he dwells, Or somebody; I know not who it is; Here, look, look here, here is a way goes down, Down, down a down, heigh down, down. I sung that song, while Lodowick slept with me. This is some Cave, let's boldly enter in, And learn the mystery of that sad sight, Come Lady, guide us in, yond know the way. True, that's the way, you cannot miss the path; The way to death and black destruction Is the wide way; nobody is now at home, Or tarry, peradventure here comes some will tell you more. Stand close, this is Lorrique, I do not know the Lady comes with him. I ha' seen that countenance. Stand close, I pray, my heart divines, Some strange and horrid act will be revealed. Nay that's most true, a fellow with a red cap told me so And bade me keep these clothes, and give them To a fair Lady in a mourning gown; Let go my arms; I will not run away I thank you now, now you shall see me stay, By my troth I will, by my maidenhead I will. Lorrique return into the beaten path, I asked thee for a solitary plot, And thou hast brought me to the dismal'st grove That ever eye beheld, no wood-nymphs here Seek with their agile steps to outstrip the Roe, Nor doth the sun suck from the queachy plot The rankness and the venom of the Earth It seems frequentless for the use of men: Some basilisks, or poisonous serpent's den!
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Nay, nay you must not goe, wee'l hold you now. Why that's well, done, Pray come, see my house I haue a fine house now, and goodly knacks And gay apparrell; looke ye here, this is braue; And two leane porters staru'd for lacke of meat, Pray let goe minearmes, looke here they bee. Oh horrid sight! Nay, neuer start I pray; is it not like I keepe A princely house, when I haue such fat porters at my gate; What should this meane? why in this wood So thicke, so solitary, and remote From common road of men, should these hang thus▪ Brother your Hermitage is not far hence, When knew you any execution here? I neuer knew any, and these bones are greene, This lesse anatomy hath not hung long The bigger, by the mosse and drynes seemes Of more coutinuance. What's on there heads? why golden Crownes, my porters shall bee Kings▪ And hide there barebones with these gay weeds. I doe remember the Admirall that kept the Iland of Burtholme Was by the Duke of Prussia adiudg'd To haue his head fear'd with a burning crowne, And after made a bare Anatomy, Which by his son was from the gallowes stolue; I, that same son of his, but where liues he No doubt, he doth possesse some caue hard by. Come, goe with me, ile shew you where he dwels, Or some body; I know not who it is; Here, looke, looke here, here is a way goes downe, Downe, downe a downe, hey downe, downe. I sung that song, while Lodowicke slpt with me. This is some Caue, let's boldly enter in, And learne the mistery of that sad sight, Come Lady, guide vs in, yon know the way. True, thats the way, you cannot misse the path; The way to death and black destruction Is the wide way; no body is now at home, Or tarry, peraduenture here comes some will tell you more. Stand close, this is Lorrique, I doe not know the Lady comes with him. I ha' seene that countenance. Stand close, I pray, my heart diuines, Some strange and horrid act will be reueald. Nay that's most true, a fellow with a red cap told me so And bad me keepe these cloathes, and giue them To a faire Lady in a mourning gowne; Let goe my armes; I will not run away I thanke you now, now you shall see mee stay, By my troth I will, by my maidenhead I will. Lorrique returne into the beaten path, I ask't thee for a solitary plot, And thou hast brought me to the dismal'st groue That euer eye beheld, noe woodnimphes here Seeke with their agill steps to outstrip the Roe, Nor doth the sunsucke from the queachy plot The ranknes and the venom of the Earth It seemes frequentlesse for the vse of men: Some basiliskes, or poysonous serpents den!