Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 33 of 39
Chettle, Henry · published 1631 · first performed or written 1602 [Dec 29, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.72 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Then sent he me for you, and you he sent, Or as I best remember, lead you on Unto the Chapel porch, where he himself Appointed them to stay, and there you know What happened in your wrath. To me asleep, And to my harmless Lodowick in my arms. On on, that deed is writ among the acts of guilt: A brother's sword a brother's life blood spilled. Proceed, what's next? killed he not Austria? He did. O villain did he kill my Father? And make my brother kill my husband too? Go forward. After all those hated murders He taught the foolish prince in the disguise Of a French Doctor to prepare a poison, Which was the death of Princely Ferdinand: Next plot he purposed your grace's death, And had opposed my strength of my tears, You had been murdered as you lay asleep. Let's hear no more, seek out the hated wretch, And with due torture let his life be forced From his despised body. Do I pray. All the Land will help, And each man be a justice in this act. Well, I that never knew revenges power, Have entertained her newly in my breast: Determine what's to do. even what you will; would I were with my Lodowick asleep In the Elysian fields, where no fears dwell; For earth appears as vile to me as hell. Let me be Prologue to your scene of wrath, And as the Roman Catiline resolved His doubtful followers by exhausting blood From the live body, so draw mine, cast mine Upon the troubled and offended earth; Offer blood fit for an infernal sacrifice, Wine is not poured but on celestial offerings: Therefore I advise you As you hope to thrive in your revenge, smite me. That have been pander to this injury. Thou meritest death indeed. Stay judge him not, let me a little plead in his excuse, And this one sentence serves; a man compelled To evil acts, cannot be justly held A wilful malefactor; the law still Looks upon the deed, ne'er on the will: Besides although I grant the matter small And very safe to raise a multitude, That by their power might cease the murderer, Yet two especial reasons cross that course: First: many having notice of our plot, One babbling tongue may utter out intent, And Hoffman being warned is surely armed Having the fort and treasure in his power, And be his cause more than notorious ill, He may with gold maintain it at his will Scape us, for no doubt he's full of sleights: Besides, Revenge should have proportion, By sly deceit he acted every wrong, And by deceit I would have him entrapped; Then the revenge were fit, just, and square, And 'twould more vex him that is all composed Of craft and subtlety to be outstripped In his own fashion, than a hundred deaths. Therefore by my advice pardon Lorrique Upon condition, that he lay some plot To intercept the other.
nodes 1788–1857 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 39 in this edition
Length
500 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.724 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thensent he me for you, and you he sent, Or as I best remember, lead you on Vnto the Chappell porch, where hee himselfe Appointed them to stay, and there you know What hapned in your wrath. To me a sleepe, And to my harmelesse Lodowick in my armes. On on, that deed is writ among the acts of guilt: A brothers sword a brothers life blood spilt. Proceed, what's next? kild he not Austria? He did. O villaine did he kill my Father? And make my brother kill my husband too? Goe forward. After all those hated murders He taught the foolish prince in the disguise Of a French Doctor to prepare a poyson, Which was the death of Princely Ferdinand: Next plot hee purpos'd your graces death, And had opposd my strength of my teares, You had bin murder'd as you lay a sleepe. Let's heare no more, seeke out the hated wretch, And with due torture let his life be forc'd From his despised body. Doe I pray. All the Land will helpe, And each man be a iustice in this act. Well, I that neuer knewreuenges power, Haue entertaind her newly in my brest: Determine what's to doe. Euen what you will; would I were with my Lodwick a sleepe In the Elizian fieldes, where no feares dwell; For earth appeares as vile to me as hell. Let me be Prologue to your scene of wrath, And as the Romane Cateline resolu'd His doubtfull followers by exhausting blood From the liue body, so draw mine, cast mine Vpon the troubled and offended earth; Offer blood fit for an infernall sacrifice, Wine is not powr'd but on celestiall offrings: Therefore I aduise you As you hope to thriue in your reuenge, smite me. That haue bin pander to this iniury. Thou merit'st death indeede. Stay iudge him not, let me a little plead in his excuse, And this one sentence serues; a manaompel'd To euill acts, cannot be iustly held A wilfull malefactor; the law still Lookes vpon the deede, ne're on the will: Besides although I grant the matter small And very safe to rayse a multitude, That by their power might ceaze the mrderer, Yet two especiall reasons crosse that course: First: many hauing notice of our plot, One babling tongue may vtter out intent, And Hoffman being warn'd is surely arm'd Hauing the fort and treasure in his powre, And be his cause more then notorious ill, He may with gold maintaine it at his will Scape vs, for no doubt hee's full of sleights: Besides, Reuenge should haue proportion, By slye deceit he acted euery wronge, And by deceit I would haue him intrapt; Then the reenge were fit, iust, and square, And t'would more vex him that is all compos'd Of craft and subtilty to be outstript In his owne fashion, then a hundred deaths. Therefore by my aduice pardon Lorrique Vpon condition, that he lay some plot To intercept the other.