Hoffman, or A Revenge for a Father · chunk 38 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 0.82 · 507 words
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We thank her Highness, but we think in vain Both you and we attend; Lorrique lies slain By Hoffman's sly suspicion; best be joined To apprehend him publicly. There is no need, our Duchess hath apparelled Her speech in a green livery, She salutes him fair, but her heart Like his actions, is attired In red, and blue, and sable ornaments. But' tell us where they are? At hand she comes, with him alone her plot is, She comes in happy time for all your good. Cease words, use deeds Revenge draws nigh. Come set his body like a scarecrow, This bush shrowded you, this you, Stand close true soldiers, for revenge. I: do, do, do, I pray you heartily do, stand close. I wonder much why you ask me for Lorrique, What is Lorrique to you, or what to me? I tell you he is damned, inquire no more, His name is hatefuller than death. Heaven! what alterations these! Can I believe you love me as you swore, When you are so inconstant to your friend? He is no friend of mine whom you affect, Pardon me Madam, such a fury reigns Over my boiling blood, that I envy Any one on whom you cast an amorous eye. What grown so loving? marry heaven defend, we shall deceive you if you dote on us, Fot I haue sworne to lead a widdowes life, And never more to be termed married wife. ay, but you must. Must? use not force, I pray. Yield to my love, and then with meekest words And the most humble actions, i'll entreat Your sacred beauty; deny me? i'll turn fire, More wild than wrath, come then agree, If not to marry, yet in unseen sports To quench these Lawless heats that burn in me. What my adopted son become my lover? And make a want on minion of his mother? Now fie upon you fie y'are too obscene If like your words, your thoughts appear unclean. By heaven I do not jest, go to, believe me, 'Tis well you laugh; smile on, I like this: Say, will you yield? At the first? fie Noah. That were an abject course, but let us walk Into some covert, there are pretty caves, Lucky to lovers' suits, for Virgil sings; That Dido being driven by a sharp storm Into a Lybian cave, was there enticed By silver-tongued Aeneas to affect; And should you serve me so, I were undone, Disgraced in Germany by every Boor, Who in their rhymes would jest at Martha's name Calling her minion to her cozen son. Fairer than Dido, or loves amorous Queen; I know a cave, where in the bright day's eyes Looked never but askance through a small creek, Or little cranny of the fretted scar; There I have sometimes lived, there are fit seats, To sit and chat, and coll, and kiss, and steal love's hidden pleasures, come, are you disposed To venture entrance? if you be, assay, 'Tis death to quick desire, use no delay.
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We thanke her Highnes, but we thinke in vaine Both you and we attend; Lorrique lyes slaine By Hoffmans slye suspition; best be ioyn'd To apprhend him publiquely. There is no need, our Dutchesse hath apparrel'd Her speech in a greene liuery, She salutes him faire, but her heart Like his actions, is attir'd In red, and blew, and sable ornaments. But 'tell vs where they are? At hand she comes, with him alone her plot is, She comes in happy time for all your good. Cease words, vse deedes Reuenge drawes nigh. Come set his body like a scarcrow, This bush shrod you, this you, Stand close true souldiers, for reuenge. I: doe, doe, doe, I pray you heartely doe, stand close. I wonder much why you aske me for Lorrique, What is Lorrique to you, or what to me? I tell you he is damn'd, enquire no more, His name s hatefuller then death. Heauen! what alterations these! Can I beleeue you loue mee as you swore, When you are so inconstant to your friend? He is noe friend of mine whom you affect, Pardon me Madam, such a fury raignes Ouer my boyling blood, that I enuy Any one on whom you cast anamorous eye. What growne so louing? marry heauen defend, Wee shall deceiue you if you dote on vs, Fot I haue sworne to lead a widdowes life, And neuer more to be tearm'd married wife. I, but you must. Must? vse not force, I pray. Yeild to my loue, and then with meekest word And the most humble actions, ile intreat Your sacred beauty; deny me? ile turne fire, More wild then wrath, come then agree, If not to marry, yet in vnseene sports To quench these Lawlesse heates that burne in me. What my adopted son become my louer? And make a want on minion of his mother? Now fie vpon you fie y'are too obsceane If like your words, your thoughts appeare vncleane. By heauen I doe not ieast, goe to, belieue me, 'Tis well you laugh; smile on, I like this: Say, will you yeild? At the first? fie noe. That were an abiect course, but let vs walke Into some couert, there are pretty caues, Lucky to louers suites, for Virgil sings; That Dido being driuen by a sharpe storme Into a Lybian caue, was there intic'd By siluer-tongu'd Aeneas to affect; And should you serue me soe, I were vndone, Disgrac'd in Germany by euery Boore, Who in their rymes woud iest at Marthas name Calling her mynion to her cozen son. Fayrer then Dido, or loues amorous Queene; I know a caue, where in the bright dayes eyes Look't neuer but a skance through a small creeke, Or little cranny of the fretted scarre; There I haue sometimes liu'd, there are fit seates, To sit and chat, and coll, and kiffe, and steale Loues hiddn pleasures, come, are you disposd To venter entrance? if yo be, assay, 'Tis death to quicke desire, vse no delay.