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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
He is gone? is this friendship to leave his friend in the plain fields? Well I see now, I myself have beguiled, In matching with that false for in amity: Which hath me used to his own commodity. Which seeing me in distress, unfeignedly goes his ways, Lo this is the perfect friendship among men now a days: Which kind of friendship toward him I used secretly: And be with me the like, hath requited me craftily. It is the God's judgement, I see it plainly, For all the world may know, Incide in foeam quam fed. Well I must content myself none other help I know, Until a merrier gale of wind may hap to blow: Who deals with Kings in matters of great weight, When froward will, doth bear the chiefest sway: Must yield of force, their need no subtle sleight: Ne painted speech the matter to convey, No prayer can move, when kindled is the ire, The more ye quench, the more increased is the fire. This thing I prove in Pythias woeful case, Whose hawy hap with tears I do lament: The day is come when he in Damon's place, Must loose his life the time is fully spent: Naught can my words now with the King prevail, Against the wind and striving stream I sail: For die thou must alas thou silly Greek, Ah Pythias, now come is thy doleful hour: A perfect friend none such a world to seek. Though bitter death shall give thee sauce full sour: Yet for thy faith enrolled shall be thy name, Among the Gods within the book of fame: Who knoweth his case, and will not melt in tears? His guiltless blood shall trickle down anon. Alas what hap hast thou poor Pythias now to die, woe worth the which man for his death hath given us cause to cry. ME think I hear with yellow rented hears, The Muses frame their notes my state to moon: Among which sort as one that mourneth with heart, In doleful tunes, myself will bear a part. Who worth the man which for his death. etc. With yellow rented hears come on you Muses nine, Fill now my breast with heavy tunes, to me your plaints resign▪ For Pythias I bewail which presently must die, woe worth the man which for his death hath given us cause. etc. woe worth the man which for his. etc. Was ever such a man that would die for his friend, I think even from the heavens above, the Gods did him down send To show true friendshipps power, which forced thee now to die, woe worth the man which for thy death, etc. Who worth the man, etc. What Tigars whelp was he, that Damon did accuse? What faith hast thou, which for thy friend, thy death doth not refuse O heavy hap hadst thou to play this Tragedy, woe worth the man which for thy death, etc. woe worth the man, etc.
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He is gone? is this frindship to leaue his friend in the plaine fields▪ Well I sée now, I my selfe haue beguylde, In matching with that false for in amitie: Which hath me vsed to his owne commoditie. Which séeing me in distresse, vnfainedly goes his wayes, Loe this is the perfect frindship among men now a daies: Which kinde of frindship toward him I vsed secretly: And be with me the like, hath requited me craftly. It is the Gods iudgement, I sée it playnely, For all the world may know, Incide in foeam quam fed. Well I must content my selfe none other helpe I knowe▪ Untill a merier gale of winde may happe to blowe: Who deals with Kinges in matters of great waight, When froward wyll, doth beare the chefest swa: Must yeld of force, their néede no subtle eight: Ne paynted speach the matter to conuay, No prayer can moue, when kindled is the ire, The more ye quench, the more increased is the fire. This thinge I proue in Pithias wofull case, Whose hauuy hap with teares I doo lament: The day is come when he in Damons place, Must lose his life the time is fully spent: Nought can my words now with the Kinge preuaile, Against the wind and striuinge streame I sayle: For die thou must alas thou sely Gréeke, Ah Pithias, now come is thy dolefull houre: A perfect friend none such a world to séeke. Though bitter death shall geue thée sauce full sower: Yet for thy faith enrold shall be thy name, Among the Gods within the booke of fame: Who knoweth his case, and wyll not melt in teares? His giltles blood shall trickle downe anon. Alas what happe hast thou poore Pithias now to die, Wo worth the which man for his death hath geuen vs cause to crie. ME thinke I heare with yelow rented heares, The Muses frame their notes my state to mone: Among which sorte as one that morneth with harte, In dolefull tunes, my selfe wyll beare a parte. Who worth the man which for his death. &c. With yelow rented heares come on you Muses nine, Fyll now my breast with heauy tunes, to me your plaints resigne▪ For Pithias I bewayle which presently must die, Wo worth the man which for his death hath geuen vs cause. &c. Wo worth the man which for his. &c. Was euer such a man that would die for his friend, I thinke euen from the heauens aboue, the Gods did him downe sen To shew true friendshipps power, which forst thée now to die, Wo worth the man which for thy death, &c. Who worth the man, &c. What Tigars whelp was he, that Damon dyd accuse? What faith hast thou, which for thy friend, thy death doth not refuse O heauy happe hadst thou to play this Tragidie, Wo worth the man which for thy death, &c. Wo worth the man, &c.