Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 37 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 0.84 · 494 words
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Come what is't? come, this breast is yours, My heart's your treasury. Thou must be secret, 'tis a thing of weight concerns thee near. Were it as near as life, come, pray speak. Hark in thine ear, I would not have the air Be privy to this purpose, wilt thou swear? What? to be secret? if the least jot I tell Let all my hopes sink suddenly to hell. Thou hast thy wish, down villain, keep this close. Unthankful murderer, is this my meed? Oh slave, thou'st killed thy heart in wounding mine, This is my day, tomorrow shall be thine. Go fool; now thou art dead, I need not fear. Yet as thou wert my servant just and true, I'll hide thee in the ditch: give dogs there due, He that will prove a mercenary slave To murder, seldom finds so good a grave, he's gone, I can now spare him, Lorrique farewell; Commend me to our friends thou meet'st in hell: Next plot for Mathias and old Saxony, There ends shall finish our black tragedy. How little care had we to let her 'scape, Especially on this so needful time, When we are vowed to wait upon revenge. no doubt our uncle's care will keep her safe, Nor is she in her fits so violent As she was wont, look where my Uncle comes, sustaining with one hand A dying man, and one the other side, Fair Lucibell supports the fainting body. Look you here, you marvelled why I went, Why this man drew me unto him, can you help Him now. Hoffman has hought him too. Brother who is't you bring thus ash pale; is't not Lorrique; I am, and 'tis in vain to strive for longer hope. I cannot, only be provident; I greatly fear The murderous traitor out of mere suspect Will plot some stratagem against the life Of the chaste Duchess, help her what you can, Against the violence of that wicked man. Hast thou not told him, what we do intend? Noah, as heaven help me in my wretched end, Be confident of that, now I must fall Never again to rise, you know his wrongs: Be careful Princes to revenge them all. Well, farewell fellow, thou art now paid home For all thy councelling in knavery, Good Lord! what very fools are very knaves! There cunning bodies often want due graves. Son, daughter, brother, follow my advice, Let us no longer keep this hateful plot, lest we be circumvented. True, 'tis to put on open arms. 'tis now too late, we are beset With soldiers, we must fight, and since it must be; Let's to't valiantly. Princes prepare not to resist your foes, we are as firm as life unto your blood. The Duchess Martha greets old Saxony, Prince Mathias, Rodorick, and fair Lucibell: To me she hath discovered the damned plots Of that perfidious Hoffman, and hath sent These armed soldiers, to attend on you.
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Come what ist? come, this brest is yours, My heart's your treasury. Thou must be secret, 'tis a thing of weight concernes thee neere. Were it as neere as life, come, pray speake. Hearke in thine eare, I would not haue the ayre Be priuy to this purpose, wilt thou sweare? What? to bee secret? if the least iot I tell Let all my hopes sinke suddenly to hell. Thou hast thy wish, downe villaine, keepe this close. Vnthankefull murtherer, is this my meede? Oh slaue, tha'st kild thy heart in wounding mine, This is my day, to morrow shall be thine. Goe foole; now thou art dead, I neede not feare. Yet as thou wert my seruant iust and true, Ile hide thee in the ditch: giue dogs there due, He that will proue a mercenary slaue To murder, seldome findes soe good a graue, Hee's gone, I can now spare him, Lorrique farewell; Commend me to our friends thou meet'st in hell: Next plot for Mathias and old Saxony, There ends shall finish our blacke tragedy. How little care had we to let her 'scape, Especially on this so needfull time, When we are vowed to wayt vpon reuenge. Noe doubt our vncles care will keepe her safe, Nor is she in her fits so violent As she was wont, looke where my Vncle comes, sustayning with one hand A dying man, and one the other side, Fayre Lucibell supports the fainting body. Looke you here, you maruai'ld why I went, Why this man drew me vnto him, can you helpe Him now. Hoffman has hought him too. Brother who ist you bring thus ashe pale; I'st not Lorrique; I am, and 'tis in vayne to striue for longer hope. I cannot, onely be prouident; I greatly feare The murdrous traytor out of meere suspect Will plot some straagem against the life Of the chast Dutchesse, help her what you can, Against the violence of that wicked man. Hast thou not told him, what we doe intend? Noe, as heauen help mee in my wretched end, Be confident of that, now I must fall Neuer agen to rise, you know his wrongs: Be carefull Princes to reuenge them all. Well, farewell fellow, thou art now paid home For all thy counceling in knauery, Good Lord! what very fooles are very knaues! There cunning bodies often want due graues. Son, daughter, brother, follow my aduice, Let vs noe longer keepe this hatefull plot, Least we be circumuented. True, 'tis to put on open armes. Tis now too late, we are beset With souldiers, we must fight, and since it must be; Let's to't valiantly. Princes prepare not to resist your foes, Wee are as firme as life vnto your blood. The Dutchesse Martha greetes old Saxony, Prince Mathias, Rodorick, and fayre Lucibell: To me she hath discouer'd the damnd plots Of that perfidious Hoffman, and hath sent These armed souldiers, to attend on you.