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 · 496 words
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Are you come sir? you might have tarried if you had been wise, For your hasty coming you are like to know the prize. O thou cruel minnister, why didst not thou thine office, Did not I bid thee make haste in any wise? Hast thou spared to kill me once that I may die twice: Not to die for my friend, is present death to me, and alas, Shall I see my sweet Damon, slain before my face: What double death is this? but O mighty Dionissus, true justice now, way this aright, thou noble Eubulus: me have no wrong, as now stands the case, Damon aught not to die, but Pythias: misadventure, not by his will, his hour is past, therefore I because he came not at his just time, aught justly to die: was my promise, so was thy promise O King, this Court can bear witness of this thing. Not so, O mighty King, to justice it is contrary, That for an other man's fault, the Innocent should die: yet is my time plainly expired, it is not fully noon, f this my day appointed, by all the Clockes in the Towne. Believe no Clock, the hour is passed by the Son. Ah my Pythias, shall we now break the bonds of Amity? Till you now overthwart me, which heretofore so well did agree. My Damon, the Gods forbidden, but we should agree, therefore agree to this, let me perform the promise I made for thee let me die for thee, do me not that injury, Both to break my promise, and to suffer me too see thee die Who so dearly I love: this small request grant me, shall never ask thee more, my desire is but friendly: oo me this honour, that fame may reporte triumphantly, that Pythias for his friend Damon was contented to die. That you were contented for me to die, fame cannot deny, yet fame shall never touch me with such a villainy: o reporte that Damon did suffer his friend Pithias, for him giltles to die, Therefore content thyself, the Gods require thy constant faith, None but Damon's blood can appease Dionysius wrath: And now O mighty King, to you my talk I convey, because you gave me leave, my worldly things to stay: o requite that good tourne ere I die, for your behalfe this I say, Although your Regal state, dame Fortune decketh so, that like a king in worldly wealth, sufficiently ye flow: Yet fickle is the ground whereon all Tirrants tread, a thousand sundry cares and fears, do haunt their restless head: o trustie band; no faithfull fiendes dd garde thy hatefull state, And why? whom men obey for deadly fear, sure them they deadly hate That you may safely reign, by love get friends, whose constant faith Will never fail, this counsel gives poor Damon at his death: Friends are the surest guard, for kings golden time do wear away
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Are you come sir? you might haue taried if you had bene wyse, For your hastie comming you are lyke to know the prise. O thou cruell minnister, why didst not thou thine office, Did not I bidde thée make hast in any wyse? Hast thou spared to kill me once that I may die twyse: Not to die for my friend, is present death to me, and alas, Shall I sée my sweet Damon, slaine before my face: hat double death is this? but O mightie Dionisus, true iustice now, way this aright, thou noble Eubulus: mée haue no wronge, as now sandes the case, mon ought not to die, but Pithias: misaduenture, not by his wyll, his howre is past, therfore I ecause he came not at his iust tyme, ought iustly to die: was my promise, so was thy promise O Kynge, this Courte can beare witnesse of this thinge. Not so, O mightie Kynge, to Iustice it is contrarie, hat for an other mans faulte, the Innoent should die: yet is my time playnly expirde, it is not fully noone, f this my day appointed, by all the Clockes in the Towne. Beléeue no Clocke, the houre is past by the Sonne. Ah my Pithias, shall we now breake the bondes of Amitie? Till you now ouerthwart mée, whiche heretofore so well did agrée. My Damon, the Goddes forbid, but wée should agrée, herfore agrée to this, let mée perfourme the promise I made for thée et mée die for thée, doo mée not that iniurie, oth to breake my promise, and to suffre mée too sée thée di hoe so dearly I loue: this small request graunt mée, shall neuer aske thée more, my desire is but frindly: oo me this honour, that fame may reporte triumphantly, hat Pithias for his friend Damon was contented to die. That you were contented for me to die, fame cannot denie, et fame shall neuer touch me with such a villanie: o reporte that Damon did suffer his friend Pithias, for him giltles to die, herfore content thy selfe, the Gods requie thy constant faith, one but Damons bloud can appease Dionisius wrath: nd now O mightie Kinge, to you my talke I conuay, ecause you gaue me leaue, my worldly thinges to stay: o requite that good tourne ere I die, for your behalfe this I say, lthough your Regall state, dame Fortune decketh so, hat like a kinge in worldly wealth, abndantly ye fle: et fickle is the ground whereon all Tirrants treade, thousand sundrie cares and feares, doo haunt their restles head: o trustie band; no faithfull fiendes dd garde thy hatefull state, nd why? whom men obey for deadly feare, sure them they deadly hate That you may safely raigne, by loue get friends, whose constant fait Wyll neuer fayle, this counsell geues poore Tamn at his death: Friendes are the surest garde, for Kinges golden time doo wear away