Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 496 words
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By'r lady Will, this is good counsel, plainly to jest Of women, proof hath taught me it is not best, I will change my copy, how be it, I care not a quinche, I know the galled horse will soon winch: But learn thou secretly what privily they talk Of me in the Court, among them slily walk, And bring me true news thereof. I will sir, master thereof have no doubt, for I Where they talk of you, will inform you perfectly. Do so my boy: if thou bring it finely to pass, For thy good service, thou shalt go in thine old coat at Christmas. Enter Damon, Pythias, Stephano. Stephano, is all this true that thou hast told me. Sir, for lies, hitherto ye never controlled me, O that we had never set foot on this land, Where Dionysius reigns, with so bloody a hand, Every day he showeth some token of cruelty, With blood he hath filled all the streets in the City: I tremble to hear the people's murmuring, I lament, to see his most cruel dealing: I think there is no such tyrant under the Sun, O my dear masters, this morning what hath he done? What is that? tell us quickly. As I this morning passed in the street, With a woeful man (going to his death) did I meet, Many people foldwed, and I of one secretly, Asked the cause, why he was condemned to die? Whispered in mine ear, naught hath he done but thus, In his sleep he dreamt he had killed Dionysius, Which dream told abroad was brought to the king in post, By whom condemned for suspicion, his life he hath lost: Marcia was his name as the people said. My dear friend Damon, I blame not Stephano. For wishing we had not come hither, seeing it is so: That for so small cause, such cruel death doth ensue. My Pythias, where Tyrants reign, such cases are not new, Which fearing their own state for great cruelty, To sit fast as they think, do execute speedily All such as any light suspicion have tainted. With such quick carvers, I list not be acquainted. So are they never in quiet, but in suspicion still, When one is made away, they take occasion another to kill: Ever in fear, having no trusty friend, void of all people's love, And in their own conscience, a continual Hell they prove. As things by their contraries are always best proved, How happy are then merciful Princes of their people beloved? Having sure friends every where, no fear doth touch them, They may safely spend the day pleasantly, at night (Secure dorm●uatin utranque aurem O my Damon, if choice were offered me, I would choose to be Pythias As I am, (Damon's friend:) rather then to be king Dionysius. And good cause why: for you are entirely beloved of one, And as far as I hear, Dionysius is beloved of none.
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Byr lady Wyll, this is good counsell, playnely to iest Of women, proofe hath taught mée it is not best, I wyll change my coppy, how be it, I care not a quinche, I know the galde horse will soonest winche: But learne thou secretly what priuely they talke Of me in the Courte, amonge them slyly walke, And bringe me true newes thereof. I wyll syr, maister therof haue no doubt, for I Wheare they talke of you, wyll enforme you perfectly. Doo so my boy: if thou bringe it finely to passe, For thy good seruice, thou shalt go in thine olde coate at Christmas. ¶Enter Damon, Pithias, Stephano. ¶ Stephano, is all this true that thou hast tolde me. Sir, for lies, hetherto ye neuer controlde mée, Oh that we had neuer set foote on this land, Where Dionisius raygnes, with so bloody a hande, Euery day he sheweth some token of crueltie, With blood he hath filled all the stréetes in the Citie: I tremble to heare the peoples murmuring, I lament, to sée his most cruell dealyng: I thinke there is no suche tyraunt vnder the Sunne, O my deare masters, this mornyng what hath he done? What is that? tell vs quickly. As I this morning past in the stréete, With a wofull man (going to his death) did I méete, Many people foldwed, and I of one secretly, Asked the cause, why he was condemned to die? Whispered in mine eare, nought hath he doone but thus, In his sleape he dreamed he had killed Dionisius, Which dreame tolde abrode was brought to the kinge in poste, By whome condemned for suspicion, his lyfe he hath lost: Marcia was his name as the people sayde. ¶My deare friende Damon, I blame not Stephano. For wishyng we had not come hether, séeynge it is so: That for so small cause, suche cruell death doth insue. ¶My Pithias, where Tirantes raigne, suche cases are not new, Whiche fearynge their owne state for great cltie, To sit fast as they thinke, doo execute All suche as any light suspition haue tainted. ¶With suche quicke Karers, I lyst not be uainted. ¶So are they neuer in quiet, but in suspicion styll, When one is made away, they take occasion another to kyll: Euer in feare, hauyng no trustie friende, voyde of all peoples loue, And in their owne conscience, a continuall Hell they prooue. ¶As thynges by their contraryes are alwayes best prooued, How happie are then mercifull Princes of their people beloued? Hauyng sure friendes euerie wheare, no feare doth touch them, They may safely spende the day pleasantly, at night (Secure dormuatin vtranque aurem Oh my Damon, if choyce were offred mée, I would choose to be Pithias As I am, (Damons friende:) rather then to be kyng Dionisius. ¶And good cause why: for you are entierly beloued of one, And as farre as I heare, Dionisius is beloued of none.