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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 473 words
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No fondness at all, but perfect amity. A mad kind of amity: advise thyself well, if Damon fail at his day Which shallbe justly appended, wilt thou die for him, to me his life to pay. Most willingly, O mighty king: if Damon fail, let Pythias die. Thou seemest to trust his words, that pawnest thy life so frankly. What Damon saith, Pythias believeth assuredly. Take heed for life, worldly men break promise in many things. Though worldly men do so, it never haps amongst friends. What callest thou friends, are they not men? is not this true? Men they be, but such men as love one an other only for virtue. For what virtue, dost thou love this spy, this Damon. For that virtue, which yet to you is unknown. Eubulus, what shall I do? I would dispatch this Damon fain, But this foolish fellow so chargeth me, that I may not call back my word again. The reverent majesty of a King, stands chief in keeping his promise What you have, said, this whole Court beareth witness: Save your honour what so ever you do. For saving mine honour, I must forbear my will, go to, Pythias, seeing thou tookest me at my word, take Damon to thee: For two mounthes he is thine, unbind him, I set him free, Which time once expired, if he appear not the next day by noon, With out further delay, thou shalt loose thy life, and that full soon. Whether he die by the way, or lie sick in his bead, If he return not then, thou shalt either hang or loose thy head. For this O mighty king, I yield immortal thanks, O joyful day Gronee, take him to thee, bind him, see him kept in safety. f he escape assure thy selfe, for him thou shalt die, Eubulus, let us depart, to talk of this strange thing within, I follow. Damon, thou servest the Gods well to day, be thou of comfort, As for you sir, I think you will be hanged in sport, You heard what the King said? I must keep you safely, By cock so I will, you shall rather hang than I: Come on your way, My Damon, farewell, the Gods have thee in kepeing. O my Pythias, my Pledge farewell, I part from thee weeping But joyful at my day appointed I will return again, When I will deliver thee from all trouble and pain: Stephano will I leave behind me to wait upon thee in prison alone, And I whom fortune hath reserved to this misery, will walk home, Ah my Pythias, my Pledge, my life, my friend, farewell. Farewell my Damon. Loath I am to depart, sith sobs my trembling tongue doth stay, O Music, sound my doleful plaints when I am gone my way.
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No fondnesse at all, but perfect amitie. A mad kind of amitie: aduise thy self well, if Damon fayle at his day Which shalbe iustly appine, wilt thou die for him, to mee his lyfe o pay. Most wyllyngly, O mightie kyng: if Damon fayle, let Pithias die. Thou séemest to trust his wordes, that pawnest thy lyfe so franckly. What Damon saith, Pithias beleueth assuredly. Take héede for lyfe, worldly men breake promise in many thinges. Though worldly men doo so, it neuer happes amongest frindes. What callest thou friendes, are they not men? is not this true? Men they be, but such men as loue one an other onely for vertue. For what vertue, doste thou loue this spie, this Damon. For that vertue, which yet to you is vnknowne. Eubulus, what shall I doo? I would dispatch this Damon fayne, But this foolish felow so chargeth mee, that I may not call backe my worde agayne. The reuerent maistie of a King, stands chiefly in kéeping his promise What you haue, sayde, this whole Courte beareth witnesse: Saue your honour what so euer you doo. For saueing mine honour, I must forbeare my wyll, go to, Pithias, seeing thou tookest me at my word, take Damon to thée: For two mounthes he is thine, vnbinde him, I set him frée, Which time once expired, yf he appeare not the next day by noone, With out further delay, thou shalt lose thy lyfe, and that full soone. Whether he di by the way, or lie sicke in his bead, If he retourne not then, thou shalt either hange or lose thy head. For this O mightie kinge, I yeld immortall thankes, O ioyfull day Gronee, take him to thée, bind him, sée him kept in safetie. f he escape assure thy selfe, for him thou shalt die, ubulus, let vs departe, to talke of this straunge thinge within, I folowe. Damon, thou seruest the Gods well to day, be thou of comfort, As for you sir, I thinke you wyll be hanged in sporte, You heard what the Kinge sayde? I must kepe you safely, By cocke so I wyll, you shall rather hange then I: Come on your way, My Damon, farewell, the Gods haue thée in kepeing. Oh my Pithias, my Pleadge farewell, I parte from thée wéeping But ioyfull at my day appoynted I wyll retourne agayne, When I wyll deliuer thée from all trouble and paine: Stephano wyll I leaue behinde me to wayte vpon thée in prison alone, And I whom fortune hath reserued to this miserie, wyll walke home, Ah my Pithias, my Pleadge, my life, my friend, farewell. Farewell my Damon. Loth I am to departe, sith sobbes my trembling tounge doth stay▪ Oh Musicke, sounde my dolefull playntes when I am gone my way.