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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Sir, there is no time of lamenting now, it behoveth us, To make means to them which can did much with Dionysius: That he be not made away ere his cause be fully heard, for we see By evil report, things be made to Princes far worse than they be, But lo, yonder cometh Aristippus, in great favour with king Dionysius Entreat him to speak a good word to the king for us: And in the mean season, I will to your lodging, to see all things safe there. To that I agree but let us slip aside his talk to hear. Here is a sudden change in deed, a strange Metamorphosis. This Court is clean altered, who would have thought this? Dionysius of late so pleasant and merry, Is quite changed now into such melancholy: That nothing can please him, he walked up and down, Fretting and chafing, on every man he doth frown: In so much that when I in pleasant words began to play, So sternly he frowned on me, and knit me up so short, I perceive it is no safe playing with Lions, but when it please them, If you claw where it itch not, you shall disease them: And so perhaps get a clap, mine own proof taught me this, That it is very good to be merry and wise: The only cause of this hurly burly, is Carisophus that wicked man, Which lately took Damon for a Spy, a poor Gentleman: And hath incencest the king against him so despitefully, That Dionysius hath judged him to morrow to die: I have talked with Damon, whom though in words I found very witty Yet was he more curious than wise in viewing this City: But truly for aught I can learn, there is no cause why So suddenly and cruelly, he should be condemned to die: How so ever it be, this is the short and longe, I dare not gainsay the king, be it right or wrong: I am sorry, and that is all I may or can do in this case, Naught availeth persuasion, where froward opinion taketh place. Sir, if humble suits you would not despise, Then bow on me your pitiful eyes: My name is Pythias, in Gréece well known, A perfect friend to that woeful Damon, Which now a poor captive in this Court doth lie, By the kings own mouth as I here, condemned to die: For whom I crave your masterships' goodness, To stand his friend in this his great distress: Naught hath he done worthy of Death, but very fond, Being a stranger, he viewed this City, For no evil practices, but to feed his eyes, But seeing Dionysius is informed otherwise, My suit is to you, when you see time and place, To assuage the kings anger, and to purchase his grace, In which doing, you shall not do good to one only, But you shall further too, and that fully.
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¶Syr, there is no tyme of lamentyng now, it behoueth vs, To make meanes to them which can did much with Dionisius: That he be not made awaye ere his cause be fully heard, for we sée By euyll reporte, thynges be made to Princes far worse then they bée, But lo, yonder cōmeth Aristippus, in great fauour wt kyng Dionisius Entreate hym to speake a good worde to the kynge for vs: And in the meane season, I wyll to your lodgyng, to sée all thyngs safe there. ¶To that I agrée but let vs slip afide his talke to heare. ¶Here is a sodayne chaunge in déede, a strange Metamorphosis. This Courte is cleane altered, who would haue thought this? Dionisius of late so pleasant and mery, Is quite changed now into suche melancoly: That nothyng can please hym, he walked vp and downe, Fretting and chafyng, on euerie man he doth frowne: In so much that when I in pleasant wordes began to play, So sternly he frowned on mée, and knit me vp so short, I perceyue it is no safe playing with Lyons, but when it please them, If you claw where it itch not, you shall disease them: And so perhaps get a clap, myne owne proofe taught mée this, That it is very good to be mery and wise: The onely cause of this hurly burly, is Carisophus that wicked man, Whiche lately tooke Damon for a Spie, a poore Gentleman: And hath incencest the kynge against him so despightfully, That Dionisius hath iudged him to morow to die: I haue talkt with Damon, whom though in words I found very wittie Yet was he more curious then wise in viewyng this Citie: But truely for ought I can learne, there is no cause why So sodenly and cruelly, he should be condempned to die: How so euer it be, this is the short and longe, I dare not gainsay the kynge, be it right or wrong: I am sory, and that is all I may or can doo in this case, Nought auayleth perswasion, where frowarde opinion taketh place. ¶Sir, if humble sutes you would not despise, Then bow on mée your pitifull eyes: My name is Pithias, in Gréece well knowne, A perfect friend to that woll Damon, Whiche now a poore captiue in this Courte doth lie, By the kinges owne mouth as I here, condemned to die: For whom I craue your masterships goodnesse, To stand his friend in this his great distresse: Nought hath he done worthy of Death, but very fondly, Being a straunger, he vewed this Citie▪ For no euill practises, but to féede his eyes, But seing Dionisius is informed otherwise, My sute is to you, when you sée time and place, To asswage the kinges anger, and to purchase his grace, In which dooyng, you shall not doo good to one onely, But you shall further too, and that fully.