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 0.83 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O my Damon. O my Pythias, seeing Death must part us, farewell for ever. O Damon, o my sweet friend. Away from the Prisoner, what a press have we here. As you commanded, O mighty King, we have brought Damon Then go to, make ready I will not stir out of this place, Till I see his head strooken off before my face. It shallbe done sir: Because your eyes have made such a do, will knock down this your Lantern, & shut up your shop window too. O mighty king, where as no truth, my innocent life can save, But that so greedily you thrust, my guiltless blood to have: Albeit, (even for thought) for aught against your person: yet now I pled not for life, ne will I crave your pardon: But seeing in Gréece my Country, where well I am known, have worldly things, fit for mine Alliance when I am gone, To dispose them or I die, if I might obtain leisure, would accounted it (O king) for a passing great pleasure: not to prolong my life thereby, for which I reckon not this, But to set my things in a stay: and surely I will not miss, Upon the faith which all gentlemen aught to embrace, o returne agayne at your time to appoynte, to yeld my body here in this place: grant me (O King (such time to dispatch this injury, And I will not fail, when you appointed, even here my life to pay. A pleasant request, as though I could trust him absent, ho in no wise I can not trust beinge present: and yet though I swore the contrary, do that I require, give me a pledge for thy return, and have thine own desire: is as near now as he was before. There is no surer nor greater pledge, than the faith of a Gentleman It was wont to be, but otherwise now the world doth stand, therefore do as I say, else presently yield thy neck to the sword, I might with mine honour I would recall my word. Stand to your word, O King, for Kings aught nothing say, that they would perform, in perfect deeds always: A you did require, when Damon his suit did mean, which, with heart and stretched hands, most humble thanks I give, that you may not say, but Damon hath a friend, That loves him better than his own life, and will do to his end: Take me. O mighty King, my life I pawn for his, Strike off my head, if Damon hap at his day to miss. What art thou, that chargest me with my word so boldly here? I am Pythias, a Greek borne, which hold Damon my friend full dear To dear perhaps, to hazard thy life for him, what fondness moveth thee
nodes 834–876 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 37 in this edition
Length
475 words · 593 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Oh my Damon. ¶Oh my Pithias, seyng Death must parte vs, farewell for euer. ¶Oh Damon, oh my swéete friende. ¶Away from the Prysoner, what a prease haue we here. As you commaunded, O mighty Kinge, wée haue brought Damo ¶ Then go to, make redy I will not stirre out of this place, Til I sée his head stroken off before my face. ¶It shalbe done sir: Because your eyes haue made suche a doo, wyl knock down this your Lantern, & shut vp your shop window too. ¶ O mightie king, where as no trueth, my innocent lyfe can saue, But that so gréedily you thrust, my giltlesse bloud to haue: lbeit, (euen for thought) for ought against your person: et now I plead not for lyfe, ne wyll I craue your pardon: But seyng in Gréece my Countrey, where well I am knowne, haue worldly thinges, fit for mine Aliance when I am gone, dispose them or I die, if I might obtaine leasure, would account it (O kyng) for a passyng great pleasure: ot to prolonge my lyfe therby, for whiche I reken not this, ut to set my thynges in a stay: and surely I wyll not misse, pon the faith which all gentylmen ought to embrace, o returne agayne at your time to appoynte, to yeld my body here in this place: raunt me (O Kinge (such time to dispatch this iniurie, nd I wyll not fayle, when you appointed, euen here my lyfe to pay. ¶ A pleasant request, as though I could trust him absent, ho in no wise I can not trust beinge present: nd yet though I sware the contrarie, doo that I require, eue me a pledge for thy returne, and haue thine owne desire: is as nere now as he was before. ¶Ther is no surer nor greater pledge, then the faith of a Gentleman ¶It was wont to be, but otherwise now the world doth stande, herfore doo as I say, els presently yéeld thy necke to the sword, I might with mine honour I would recall my worde. ¶Stand to your worde, O Kinge, for Kinges ought nothing say, that they would performe, in perfect deeds alway: you did require, when Damon his ute did méene, which, with heart and stretched handes, most humble thankes I geue, that you may not say, but Damon hath a frinde, loues him better then his owne life, and will doo to his ende: ake mee. Oh mightie Kinge, my lyfe I pawne for his, rike off my head, if Damon hap at his day to misse. ¶What art thou, that chargest me with my worde so boldly here? ¶I am Pithias, a Greeke borne, whiche hold Damon my friend full deare To dere perhaps, to hazard thy life for him, what fondnes moueth thée