Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 36 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 0.87 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
By virtue's glorious soul. Blasphemer peace, swear not by that thou hat'st; Virtue, and thou have no more sympathy, Than day with night, Heaven with Hell. Thou knowest, I know thy villainies excel Why then by villainy, by blood, by sleights, By all the horrors tortures can present, By Hell, and by revenge's purple hand The Duchess had no conference with me, But only a desire to see the place That first received her son, whom she believes The unrelenting waves and flinty rocks, Had severed from sweet life after the wrack. May I believe thee? Have I failed you yet? Measure my former acts, and you shall find My foule allied to yours, wholly estranged From all I ever loved. no more, have done. thou'st won me to continue thee my friend; But I can tell thee somewhat troubles me, Some dreadful misadventure my soul doubts, And I conceive it with no common thought, But a most potent apprehension; For it confounds imaginary sense, Sometimes inflames my blood, another while ' Numbs all the Currents that should comfort life, And I remain as 'twere a senseless stone. Come, come, I know the cause, you are in love, And to be so, is to be any thing. Do you not love the Duchess? Yes, I do. Why there's the matter, then, be ruled by me, Tomorrow morning she desires to see The shore, that first received her sea-wrecked son, And to be unaccompanied she loves; Except some one or two, you and I: Now when you have her near your dismal I cave, Force her, I dot man, make no scruple do't, Else you shall never win her to your bed: Do a man's part, please her before she go, Or if you see, that she turns violent, Shut her perpetual prisoner in that den; Make her a Philomel, prove Tereus: Do't, never fear it. Why she will be missed. By whom? by fools. gross, dull, thick sighted fools, whom every mist can blind, I'll sway them all, With exclamation that the grieved Duchess when she beheld the sea that drowned her son, Stood for a while like weeping Niobe, As if she had been stone: and when we strived With mild persuasions to make less her woe She madder than the wife of Athamas Leapt suddenly into the troubled sea, Whose surges greedy of so rich a prey, Swallowed her up, while we in vain exclaimed 'Gainst Heaven and hell, 'gainst fortune and her fate, Oh my good villain! how I hug thy plots, This shall be done, she's mine: run swift slow hours, Make a short night hasten on day apace, Rough arms wax soft soft beauty to embrace. Why so, now your fear will quickly end, Thou wilt not talk of this? Will I be hanged? ne'er take me for a blab, you'll find me none. I have a neither secret, but—
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By vertues glorious soule. Blasphemer peace, sweare not by that thou hat'st; Vertue, and thou haue no more sympathie, Then day with night, Heauen with Hell. Thou knowest, I know thy Villanyes excell Why then by vilany, by blood, by sleightes, By all the horrours tortures can present, By Hell, and by reuenges purple hand The Dutchesse had no conference with me, But onely a desire to see the place That first receiu'd her son, whom she beleeues The vnrelenting waues and flinty rocks, Had seuer'd from sweet life after the wracke. May I beleeue thee? Haue I fayld you yet? Measure my former acts, and you shall find My foule allyed to yours, wholly estrang'd From all I uer lou'd. Noe more, haue done. Tha'st won me to continue thee my friend; But I can tell thee somewhat troubles me, Some dreadfull misaduenture my soule doubts, And I conceiue it with noe common thought, But a most potent apprehension; For it confounds imaginary sence, Sometimes inflames my blood, another while 'Nums all the Currents that should comfort life, And I remayne as 'twere a senceles stone. Come, come, I know the cause, you are in loue, And to be soe, is to be any thing. Doe you not loue the Dutchesse? Yes, I doe. Why there's the matter, then, be ruld by me, To morrow morning she desires to see The shore, that first receiu'd her sea-wrackt son, And to be vnaccompained she loues; Except some one or two, you and I: Now when you haue her neare your dismal I caue, Force her, I dot man, make no scruple do't, Else you shall neuer win her to your bed: Doe a mans part, please her before she goe, Or if you see, that she turnes violent, Shut her perpetuall prisoner in that den; Make her a Philomel, proue Tereus: Do't, neuer feare it. Why she will be mist. By whom? by fooles▪ grosse, dull, thicke sighted fooles, whom euery mist can blinde, I'le sway them all, With exclamation that the grieued Dutchesse when she beheld the sea that drownd her son, Sood for a while like weeping Niobe, As if she had bin stone: and when we striu'd With mide perswasions to make lesse her woe She maddr then the wife of Athamas Leap't suddenly into the troubled sea, Whose surges greedy of soe rich a prey, Swallowed her vp, while we in vaine exclaym'd 'Gainst Heauen and hell, 'gainst fortune and her fate, Oh my good vilaine! how I hug thy plots, This shall be done, shee's mine: run swit slow houres, Make a short night hasten on day apace, Rough armes waxe soft soft beauty to embrace. Why soe, now your feare will qickly end, Thou wilt not talke of this? Will I be hang'd? Nee're take me for a blab, you'l finde me none. I haue a nother secret, but—