Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Stephano, seeing the matter is come to this extremity, Let us make Virtue our friend, of me are necessity: Run thou to the Court and understand secretly, As much as thou canst of Damon's cause, and I Will make some means to entreat Aristippus: He can do much as I hear with king Dionysius. I am gone sir: ah, I would to God, my travail and pain Might restore my Master to his liberty again. Ah woeful Pythias, sith now I am alone, What way shall I first begin to make my moan? What words shall I find apt for my complaint, Damon my friend, my joy, my life is in peril, of force I must now fain But o Music, as in joyful tunes, thy merry notes I did borrow, So now lend me thy yernfull tunes, to utter my sorrow. AWake ye woeful Wights, That long have wept in woe: Resign to me your plaints and tears, my hapless hap to sho: My woe no tongue can tell, ne Pen can well descry: O, what a death is this to hear, DAMON my friend must die. The loss of worldly wealth, man's wisdom may restore, And Physic hath provided too, a Salve for every sore: But my true Friend once lost, no Art can well supply: Then, what a death is this to hear? DAMON my friend must die. My mouth refuse the food, that should my limbs sustain: Let sorrow sink in to my breast, and ransack every vain: You Furies all at once. on me your torments try: Why should I live, since that I hear? Damon my friend should die? Gripe me you greedy griefs, and present pangs of death, You Sisters three, with cruel hands, with speed now stop my breath: Shrine me in clay alive, some good man stop mine eye: O death come now, seeing I hear, Damon my friend must die. In deign I call for Death, which heareth not my complaint, But what wisdom is this, in such extremity to faint? Multum iwa in re mala annimas bonus. I will to the Court myself to make friends, and that presently, I will never forsake my friend in time of misery: But do I see Stephano amazed hither to run? O Pythias, Pythias, we are all undone, Mine own ears have sucked in mine own sorrow: I heard Dionysius swear, that Damon should die to morrow. How camest thou so near the presence of the king, That thou mightest hear Dionysius speak this thing. By friendship I gate into the Court, where in great Audience, I heard Dionysius with his own mouth give this cruel sentence By these express words: that Damon the Greek that crafty spy, Without farther judgement, to morrow should die: Believe me Pythias, with these ears I heard it myself. Then how near is my death also, ah woe is me. Ah my Damon, another myself: shall I forego thee?
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493 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.788 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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¶Stephano, séeyng the matter is come to this extremytie, Let vs make Uertue our frend, of me are necessytie: Runne thou to the Court and vnderstand secretly, As muche as thou canst of Damons cause, and I Will make some meanes to entreate Aristippus: He can do much as I heare with kyng Dionisius. ¶I am gone sir: ah, I would to God, my trauayle and payne Myght restore my Mayster to his lybertie agayne. ¶ Ah wofull Pithias, sithe now I am alone, What way shall I first beginne to make my mone? What wordes shall I finde apt for my complaynte, Damon my friend, my ioy, my life is in peril, of force I must now fain But oh Musicke, as in ioyfull tunes, thy mery notes I did borow, So now lend mée thy yernfull tunes, to vtter my sorow. AWake ye wofull Wightes, That longe haue wept in wo: Resigne to me your plaintes and teares, my haplesse hap to sho: My wo no tongue can tell, ne Pen can well descrie: O, what a death is this to heare, DAMON my friende must die▪ ¶The losse of worldly wealth, mannes wisdome may restore, And Phisicke hath prouided too, a Salue for euerie sore: But my true Frende once lost, no Arte can well supplie: Then, what a death is this to heare? DAMON my friend must die. ¶My mouth refuse the foode▪ that should my limmes sustayne: Let sorow sinke in to my brest, and ransacke euery vayne: You Furies all at once. on me your tormentes trie: Why should I liue, since that I heare? Damon my friend should die? ¶Gripe me you greedy greefs, and present pangues of death▪ You Systers three, with cruell handes, with speed now stop my breath: Shrine me in clay aliue, some good man stop mine eye: Oh death com now, seing I heare, Damon my friend must die. In daine I call for Death, whiche heareth not my complaint, But what wisdome is this, in suche extremytie to faint? Multum iuua in re mala annimas bonus. I wyll to the Courte my selfe to make friendes, and that presently, I wyll neuer forsake my friende in time of miserie: But do I see Stephano amazed hether to ronne? ¶ O Pithias, Pithias, we are all vndone, Mine owne eares haue sucked in mine owne sorow: I heard Dionisius sweare, that Damon should die to morow. ¶How camest thou so neare the presence of the kynge, That thou mightest heare Dionisius speake this thynge. ¶By friendship I gate into the Courte, where in great Audience, I heard Dionisius with his owne mouth geue this cruell sentence By these expresse wordes: that Damon the Gréeke that craftie spie, Without farther Iudgement, to morow should die: Beleeue mée Pithias, with these eares I heard it my selfe▪ ¶Then how neare is my death also, ah woe is mée. Ah my Damon, another my selfe: shall I forgo thée?