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The tragedy of Hoffman, or, A reuenge for a father
The tragedy of Hoffman or A reuenge for a father Author:Henry Chettle This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: ...Lor. To hell I feare: tush let all feare goe by, Whool shun a bad way with good company. Exit. Actus tertius. Enter Lodowick and LucibeM. ... more »Lod. Are you not faint diuinest Lucibell? Luci. Luci. Noe, the cleare moone strowes siluer in our path, 785 And with her moist eyes weepes a gentle dew Vpon the spotted pauement of the earth, Which softens euery fiowre whereon I tread Besides; all trauell in your company Seemes but a walke made in some goodly bowre, 790 Where loues faire mother strips her paramoure. Lod. This is the Chappell, and beholde a banke, Couer'd with sleeping flowers, that misse the Sunne: Shall Wee repose vs till Mathias come? Luci. The Hermet will soone bring him, let's sit downe, 795 Nature, or art hath taught these boughes to spied, In manner of an arbour o're the banke. Lod. No, they bow downe as vailes to shadow you: And the fresh flowers beguiled by the light Of your celestiall eyes, open there leaues, 800 And when they entertaine the lord of day You bring them comfort like the Sunne in May. Luci. Come, come, you men will flatter beyond meane: Will you sit downe? and talke of the late wronge Intended by the Duke of Prussia? 805 Lod. Fairest forget it, leaue till we are cleare freed hence, I will defie him, and cause all the knights Assembled for our purpos'd turnament, To turne there keene swords 'gainst his catiue head. Luci. Prithee no more, I feele thy blood turne hot, 810 And wrath inflames thy spirit, let it cease; Forgiue this fault, conuert this war to peace. Lod. O breath sweet touch with what a heauenly charme Doe your soft fingers my war-thoughts disarme, Prussia had reason to attempt my life 815 Inchanted by the magicke of these lookes, That cast a luster on the blushing Starrs. Pardon chast Queene of beauty, make me proude To r...« less