Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 34 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 0.83 · 496 words
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We are agreed. Your mercy doth all bounds of hope exceed, And if you will repose that trust in me, By all the protestations truth can make, Before the Sun have run his midday's course, I will tomorrow! yield him to your hands. Show us the means. The means is in the Duchess policy. If she can smooth the murder but a while. I'll turn deceit to overthrow his fraud. Then with fair words his flatteries entertain, And when he doth importune you for love, Desire him first to show you the first place, Where he beheld Prince Charles after the wrack Say you have earnestly entreated me, But I have led you in a labyrinth Of no effect; he full of heat and lust, Glad of occasion will no doubt alone Conduct you to this fatal horrid cave, Thy king by force, or fair means, to attain His false hearts longing, and your honours stain; But being in the height of his base pride, The Duke, the hermit, Lodowick and myself, Will change his pleasures into wretched And redeemeless misery. The plot is good, Madam, are you agreed? To any thing however desperate. ay but by your leave, Lady, and Lords all, what if This knave that has been, play the knave still, And tell tales out of school; how then? I know not what to swear by; but no soul Longs for the sight of endless happiness, With more desire, than mine thirsts for his death: By all the gods that shall give ill men life, I am resolved chief agent in his end. We credit thee, join hands, and ring him round, Kneel, on his head lay our right hands, and swear Vengeance against Hoffman. Vengeance, vengeance, fall On him, or sudden death upon us all. Come, part, we to the cave, You to the Court: justice dig murders grave. Nay, I'll come, my wits are mine again Now faith grows firm to punish faithless men. Not to be found? hell which way is she gone? Her Highness charged us to call you her son, The mystery we know not, but we know, You are not Princely Otho of Luningberg. no matter what I am; tell me the way she went With that Lorrique; speak, or by heaven Hell shall receive you all. Be not in raged she comes, And with her comes trusty Lorrique. Madam, I feared you, and my heart was sick, With doubt some over-desperate accident Had drawn you to the melancholy paths, That lie within the verge of this rough scar. Your doubt was but an embryo; I indeed Desired Lorrique to bring me to the place Where you beheld the shipwreck of my son; And he hath led me up and down the wood, But never brought me to the fatal beach, It were not fit you should see the sad place, That still seems dismal since the PRINCE's death. Dead? is our sovereign Lord the Prince dead?
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We are agreede. Your mercy doth all bounds of hope exceed, And if you will repose that trust in me, By all the protestations truth can make, Before the Sun haue run his mid-dayes course, I will to morrow! yeeld him to your handes. Shew vs the meanes. The meanes is in the Dutchesse pollicy. If she can smooth the murder but a while. Ile turn deceit to ouerthrow his fraud. Then with faire words his flatteries etertayne, And when he doth importune you for loue, Desire him first to shew you the first place, Where he beheld Prince Charles after the wracke Say you haue earnestly entreated me, But I haue lead you in a labyrinth Of noe effect; he full of heate and ust, Glad of occasion will no doubt alone Conduct you to this fatall horrid caue, Thi king by force, or fayre meanes, to attaine His false hearts longing, and your honors stayne; But being in the height of his base pride, The Duke, the Hermet, Lodowick and my selfe, Will change his pleasures into wretched And redeemelesle misery. The plot is good, Madam, are you agreed? To any thing how euer desperate. I but by your leaue, Lady, and Lords all, what if This knaue that has bin, play the knaue still, And tell tales out of schoole; how then? I know not what to sweare by; but noe soule Longs for the sight of endlesse happinesse, With more desire, then mine thirsts for his death: By all the gods that shall giue ill men lie, I am resolu'd chiefe agent in his end. We credit thee, ioyne hands, and ring him round, Kneele, on his head lay our right hands, and sweare Vengeance against Hoffman. Vengeance, vengeance, fall On him, or suddaine death vpon vs all. Come, part, we to the caue, You to the Court: Iustice dig murthers graue. Nay, Ile come, my wits are mine agen Now faith growes firme to punish faithlesse men. Not to be found? hell which way is she gon? Her Highnes charg'd vs to call you her son, The mistery we know not, but we know, You are not Princely Otho of Luningberg. Noe matter what I am; tell me the way she went With that Lorrique; speake, or by heauen Hell shall receiue you all. Be not in rag'd she comes, And with her comes trusty Lorrique. Madam, I fear'd you, and my heart was sicke, With doubt some ouer-desperate accident Had drawne you to the melancholy pathes, That lye within the verge of this rough scarre. Your doubt was but an Embrio; I indeed Desir'd Lorrique to bring me to the place Where you beheld the shipwracke of my son; And he hath led me vp and downe the wood, But neuer brought me to the fatall beach, It were not fit you should see the sad place, That still seemes dismall since the Princes death. Dead? is our soueraigne Lord the Prince dead?