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 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Thou young and worthy Greek, that showest such perfect love, The Gods receive thy simple ghost, into the heavens above: Thy death we shall lament with many a weeping eye, woe worth the man which for his death, etc. woe worth the man which for thy death, hath given us cause to cry. Eternal be your fame ye Muses, for that in misery, You did vouchsafe to strain your notes to walk: My heart is rend in two, with this miserable case, Yet am I charged by Dionysius mouth, to see this place, At all points ready for the execution of Pythias. Need hath no law: will I or nil I, it must be done, But lo the bloody minister, is even here at hand. Gronno, I came hither now to understand, If all things are well appointed for the execution of Pythias, The King himself will see it done here in this place. Sir, all things are ready, here is the place, here is the hand, here is the sword, Here lacketh none but Pythias, whose head at a word, If he were present, I could finely strike of, You may report that all things are ready. I go with an heavy heart to report it, ah woeful Pythias! Full near now is thy misery. I marvel very much, under what constilation, All hangmen are borne, for they are hated of all, beloved of none, Which hatred is showed by this point evidently, The Hangman always dwells in the vilest place of the City: That such spite should be, I know no cause why, Unless it be for their offices sake, which is cruel and blondye: Yet some men must do it to execute laws? Me think they hate me without any just cause: But I must look to my toil, Pythias must loose his head at one blow, Else the Boys will stone me to death in the street as I go: But hark, the prisoner cometh, and the King also, I see there is no help, Pythias his life must forego. Bring forth Pythias that pleasant companion, Which took me at my word and become pledge for Damon: It pricketh fast upon noon, I do him no injury, If now he loose his head for so he requested me. If Damon return not, which now in Gréece is full merry: Therefore shall Pythias pay his death, and that by and by, He thought belike, if Damon were out of the City, I would not put him to death, for some foolish pity: But seeing it was his request, I will not be mocked he shall die. Bring him forth. give place, let the prisoner come by, give place. How say you sir? where is Damon your trusty friend? You have played a wise part I make God a vow, You know what time a day it is, make you ready. Most ready I am mighty king and most ready also, For my true friend Damon this life to forego, Even at your pleasure.
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Thou young and worthy Gréeke, that showest such perfect loue, The Gods receaue thy simple ghost, into the heauens aboue: Thy death we shall lament with many a wéepinge eye, Wo worth the man which for his death, &c. Wo worth the man which for thy death, hath geuen vs cause to crie. ETernall be your fame ye Muses, for that in miserie, Ye did vouchsafe to strayne your notes to walke: My harte is rent in two, with this miserable case, Yet am I charged by Dionisius mouth, to se this place, At all poynts ready for the execution of Pithias. Néede hath no law: wyl I or nil I, it must be done, But loe the bloody minister, is euen here at hande. Gronno, I came hether now to vnderstand, If all thinges are well appoynted for the execution of Pithias, The Kinge him selfe wyll se it done here in this place. Sir, all thinges are ready, here is the place, here is ye hand, here is the sword▪ Here lacketh non but Pithias, whose head at a worde, If he were present▪ I coulde finely strike of, You may reporte that all thinges are ready. I go with an heauy harte to report it, ah wofull Pithias▪ Full neare now is thy misery. I mruell very much, vnder what constilation, All hangmen are borne, for they are hated of all, beloued of none▪ Which hatred is showed by this poynt euidently, The Hangman alwayes dwelles in the vilest place of the Citie: That such spight should be, I know no cause why, Unlesse it be for thir offices sake, which is cruell and blondye▪ Yet some men must doo it to execute lawes? Me thinke they hate me without any iust cause: But I must loke to my toyle, Pithias must lose his head at one low, Els the Boyes wyll stone me to death in the streat as I go: But harke, the prisoner cometh, and the Kinge also, I sée there is no help, Pithias his life must forgo. Bring forth Pithias that pleasant companion, Which tooke me at my worde and became pleadge for Damon: It pricketh fast vpon noone, I doo him no iniurie, If now he lose his head for so he requested me. If Damon returne not, which now in Gréece is full mery: Therfore shall Pithias pay his death, and that by and by, He thought belike, if Damon were out of the Citie, I would not put him to death, for some foolishe pitie: But séeing it was his request, I wyll not be mockt he shall di ▪ Bring him forth. Geue place, let the prisoner come by, geue place. How say you sir? wher is Damon your trustie friend? You haue playd a wise part I make God a vow, You know what time a day it is, make you ready. Most ready I am mightie king and most ready also, For my true frinde Damon this lyfe to forgo, Euen at your pleasure.