Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 35 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 T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Inquire no more of that, I will anon Resolve you of his fate, this time for bear, Esteem this gentleman your Lord and Prince. we hold him so, sith you command us so. Will you go forward, Madam? Willingly, so you will promise me to walk tomorrow And see the Earth that gently did receive My sons wracked body from the churlish foam. I'll wait upon your Grace, set forward there, Tricks, and devices! longings! well 'tis good: I'll swim to my desires, through seas of blood. Fox you'll be taken, hunter you are fall'n Into the pit you digged; I laughed to see How I outstrip the Prince of villainy. Hoffman for me told such a smoothing tale, That had not this strange accident befallen In finding of the cave; I had been held More dear than ever, in the Duchess eyes: But now she'll hold me hard, whate'er she say, Yet is her word past that she'll pardon me, And I have wealth hoard up which i'll bear To some strange place: rich men live anywhere. What? are you gadding sir? what moves your flight? Coin not excuses in your crouching come, What cause have you to fly and seek strange hoards For your wealth gotten by my liberal gift? And my desert, my Lord. Well be it your desert; But what's the cause you'll fly this country? As I live, my Lord, I have no such intent; But with your leave, I was debating things, As if it should chance thus, and thus, why then 'Twere better be far off, but otherwise My love and life, low at your service lie. You are a villain damned as low as hell; An hypocrite, a fawning hypocrite: I know thy heart, come Spaniel up, arise, And think not with your antics and your lies To go beyond me, you have played the slave, Betrayed me to the duchess, told her all, Disappointing all my hopes with your base tongue, o'erturned the height of my intendments, For which i'll hurl thee from my mountain wrack, Into the lowest Cavern of pale death. Alas my Lord for bear, let me be heard. Thou hast betrayed me, therefore never talk. By heaven— O hell! why shouldst thou think on heaven. Stay, and believe me, think you I am mad, So great a foe to my own happy chance, When things are sorted to so good an end, That all is hid, and we held in regard: After such horrid, and perfidious acts, Now to betray myself; be reasonable, And think how shallow such an act would seem In me, chief agent in so many ills. Thou hast a tongue as glib and smooth to lies, As full of false inventions, and base fraud, As prone to circumvent believing souls, As ever heretic or traitor used, Whose speeches are as honey, their acts gall, Their words raise up, but their hands ruin all.
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Inquire no more of that, I will anon Resolue you of his fate, this time for beare, Esteeme this gentleman your Lord and Prince. Wee hold him soe, sith you command vs so. Will you goe forward, Madam? Willingly, soe you will promise mee to walke to morrow And see the Earth that gently did receiue My sons wrack't body from the churlish fome. Ile wayt vpon your Grace, set forward there, Trickes, and deuices! longings! well 'tis good: Ile swim to my desires, through seas of blood. Fox you'l be taken, hunter you are falne Into the pit you dig'd; I laught to see How I out-strip the Prince of villany. Hoffman for me told such a smoothing tale, That had not this strange accident befalne In finding of the caue; I had bin held More dere then euer, in the Dutchesse eyes: But now shee'l hold me hard, what ere she say, Yet is her word past that shee'l pardon me, And I haue wealth hoor'd vp which ile beare To some strange place: rich men liue any where. What? are you gadding sir? what mooues your flight? Coyne not excuses in your crouching come, What cause haue you to ie and seeke strange hoords For your wealth gotten by my liberall gift? And my desert, my Lord. Well be it your desert; But what's the cause you'l flye this country? As I liue, my Lord, I haue noe such intent▪ But with your leaue, I was debating things, As if it should chaunce thus, and thus, why then 'Twere better be far of, but otherwise My loue and life, low at your seruice lye. You are a villaine damn'd as low as hell; An hypocrite, a fawning hypocrite: I know thy heart, come Spaniell vp, arise, And thinke not with your antickes and your lies To goe beyond mee, you haue play'd the slaue, Betrayd me to the Datchesse, told her all, Disappoynting all my hopes with your base tongue, Orern'd the height of my intendments, For which ile hurle thee from my mountaine wracke, Into the lowest Cauerne of pale death. Alas my Lord for beare, let me be heard. Thou hast betrayd me, therefore neuer talke. By heauen— O hell! why should'st thou thinke on heauen. Stay, and beleeue me, thinke you I am mad, Soe great a foe to my owne happy chaunce, When things are sorted to so good an end, That all is hid, and we held in regard: After such horrid, and perfidious acts, Now to betray my selfe; be reasonable, And thinke how shallow such an act would seeme In me, chiefe agent in so many ills. Thou hast a tonge as glib and smooth to lyes, As full of false inuentions, and base fraud, As prone to circumuent beleeuing soules, As euer heretique or traytor vsd, Whose speeches are as hony, their acts gall, Their words rayse vp, but their hands ruine all.