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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 530 words
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At last he swore in a great rage that he should die, By the sword or the wheel, and that very shortly, I am too shamefast for my travel and toil, I crave nothing of Dionysius but only his spoil: Little hath he about him, but a few moth-eaten crowns of gold Cha pouched them up all ready, they are sure in hold: And now I go in to the City to say sooth, To see what he hath at his lodging, to make up my mouth. My Carisophus, you have done good service, but what is the spy's name He is called Damon, borne in Créece, from whence lately he came By my troth, I will go see him, and speak with him to if I may Do so I pray you, but yet by the way: As occasion serveth, commend my service to the King. Dictum sapienti sattest: friend Carisophus, shall I forget that thing, Not, I warrant you, though I say little to your face, I will lay one month for you to Dionysius when I am in place: I speak one word for such a knave, hang me. our fine Philosopher, out timme learned elf, Is gone to see as false a Spy as himself: Damon smatters as well as he of crafty Philosophy, and can turn Cat in the pan very prettily: but Carisophus hath given him such a mighty check, s I thinke in the ende wyll breake his necke: What care I for that, why would he then pry, d learne the secret estate of our countrey and citie? is but a stranger, by his fall let others be wise, I care not who fall, so that I may rise: for fine Aristippus, I will keep in with him, is a shrewd fool to deal withal, he can swim: d yet by my trouth, to speake my conscience playnlie, I will use his friendship to mine own commodity: While Dionysius favoureth him, Aristippus shallbe mine, But if the king once frown on him, then good night Tomaline: shallbe as strange, as though I never saw him before, but I tarry too long, I will prate no more: Jack, come away. At hand sir. At Damon's lodging if that you see, y sturre to arise, be styll at hand by mée, Rather then I will loose the spoil, I will blade it out. What strange News are these, ah my Stephano? Is my Damon in Prison, as the voice doth go? It is true, o cruel hap, he is taken for a Spy, and as they say, by Dionysius own mouth condemned to die. To die? alas to: what cause? A sycophant falsely accused him: other cause there is none, That o Iupiter, of all wrongs the Revenger, Seest thou this unjustice, and wilt thou stay any longer From heaven to send down, thy hot consuming fire? To destroy the workers of wrong, which provoke thy just ire: Alas master Pythias, what shall we do? Being in a strange country, void of friends & acquaintance too Ah poor Stephano, hast thou lived to see this day? To see thy true Master unjustly made away?
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At last he swore in a great rage that he should die, By the sworde or the whéele, and that very shortly, I am too shamefast for my trauell and toyle, I craue nothinge of Dionisius but only his spoyle: Litle hath he about him, but a few motheaten crownes of golde Cha poucht them vp all ready, they are sure in hold: And now I goe in to the Citie to say sth▪ To sée what he hath at his lodginge, to make vp my mouth. My Carisophus, you haue don good seruie, but what is the spiesna ¶ He is called Damon, borne in Créece, from whence latly he cam ¶By my trouth, I wyll goe sée him▪ and speake with him to if I may ¶Doo so I pray you, but yet by the way: As occasion serueth, commende my seruice to the Kinge. Dictum sapienti satest: friend Carisophus, shal I forget that thinge, No, I warrant you, though I say litie to your face, wyll lay one month for you to Dionisius when I am in place: I speake one worde for suche a knaue, hange mée. ur fine Phylosopher▪ out timme learned elfe, gone to see as false a Spie as himselfe: amon smaters as well as he of craftie Phylosophie, nd can tourne Cat in the panne very pretily: ut Carisophus hath geuen him suche a mightie checke, s I thinke in the ende wyll breake his necke: hat care I for that, why would he then prie, d learne the secret estate of our countrey and citie? is but a stranger, by his fall let others be wise, are not who fall, so that I may ryse: for fine Aristippus, I wyll keepe in with hym, is a shrewde foole to deale withall, he can swym: d yet by my trouth, to speake my conscience playnlie, wyll vse his friendship to myne owne commodytie: hile Dionisius fauoureth him, Aristippus shalbe mine, ut if the kynge once trowne on him, then good night Tomaline: shalbe as straunge, as thoughe I neuer sawe hym before, ut I tarie too longe, I wyll prate no more: cke, come awaye. ¶ At hande syr. ¶ At Damons lodgyng if that you sée, y sturre to arise, be styll at hand by mée, ather then▪ I wyll lose the spoyle, I wyll blade it out. ¶What straunge Newes are these, ah my Stephano? my Damon in Pryson, as the vyce doth go? ¶It is true, oh cruell happe, he is taken for a Spie, nd as they say, by Dionisius owne mouth condempned to die. ¶ To die? alas to: what caus? ¶ A Sicophant falely accused hym: other cause there is none, That oh Iupiter, of all wronges the Reuenger, eest thou this vniustice, and wilt thou staie any longer From heauen to sende downe, thy hote consumyng fire? To destroy the workers of wronge, whiche prouoke thy iust ire▪ Alas maister Pithias, what shall we do? Being in a strange countrey, voyde of friendes & acquaintance too Ah poore Stephano, hast thou liued to see this daye? To sée thy true Mayster vniustly made away?