Lyly, John · published 1597 · first performed or written 1593 [1590-1595] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (first) · before the Court unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 480 words
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Tell me Gunophilus how doth Stesias now? How fares he with his wound? unhappy me, That so unkindly hurt so kind a friend, But Stesias if thou pardon what is past, I shall reward thy sufferance with love, These eyes that were like two malignant stars, Shall yield their comfort with their sweet aspect. And these my lips that did blaspheme thy love, Shall speak thee fair and bless thee with a kiss, And this my hand that hurt thy tender side, Shall first with herbs recure the wound it made, Then plight my faith to thee in recompense. And thou Gunophilus I pray thee pardon me, That I misdid thee in my witless rage, As time shall yield occasion be thou sure, I will not fail to make thee some amends. I so content me in this pleasant calm. That former storms are utterly forgot. We follow still in hope of grace to come, O sweet Pandora deign our humble suits. O grant me love or wound me to the death. Stand up: Pandora is no longer proud, But shames at folly of her former deeds, But why stands Stesias like a man dismayed? Draw near I say and thou with all the rest. Forgive the rigour of Pandora's hand, And quite forget the faults of my disdain. Now is the time if you consent all four, Wherein I'll make amends for old offence. One of you four shallbe my wedlock mate, And all the rest my well-beloved friends: But vow you here in presence of the Gods, That when I choose, my choice shall please you all. Then make I vow, by Pallas shepherds Queen, That Stesias will allow Pandora's choice. But if he speed that less deserves than I, I'll rather die, than grudge or make complaint. I swear the like by all our country gods, And I by our Diana's holy head. And I by Ceres and her sacred Nymphs. Then love and Hymen bless me in my choice. You all are young and all are lovely fair, All kind, and courteous and of sweet demean, All right and valiant, all in flowering prime, But since you grant my will his liberty, Come Stesias take Pandora by the hand, And with my hand I plight my spotless faith. The word hath almost slain me with delight. The word with sorrow killeth me outright. O happy Stesias, but unhappy me, Come let us go and weep our want else where Stesias hath got Pandora from us all. Their sad depart would make my heart to earn, Were not the joys that I conceive in thee: Go, go, Gunophilus without delay, Gather me balm and cooling Violets, And of our holly herb Nicotian, And bring with all pure honey from the hive, That I may here compound a wholesome salve, To heal the wound of my unhappy hand.
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Tell me Gunophilus how doth Stesias now? How fares he with his wound? vnhappy me, That so vnkindely hurt so kind a friende, But Stesias if thou pardon what is past, I shall rewarde thy sufferaunce with loue, These eyes that were like two malignant starres, Shall yeeld their comfort with their sweet aspect. And these my lippes that did blaspheme thy loue, Shall speake thee fayre and blesse thee with a kisse, And this my hand that hurt thy tender side, Shall first with herbes recure the wound it made, Then plight my fayth to thee in recompence. And thou Gunophilus I pray thee pardon me, That I misdid thee in my witles rage, As time shall yeelde occasion be thou sure, I will not fayle to make thee some amends. I so content me in this pleasaunt calme. That former stormes are vtterly forgot. We follow still in hope of grace to come, O sweete Pandora deigne our humble suites. O graunt me loue or wound me to the death. Stand vp: Pandora is no longer proud, But shames at folly of her former deedes, But why standes Stesias like a man dismayde? Draw neare I say and thou with all the rest. Forgiue the rigour of Pandoraes hand, And quite forget the faultes of my disdayne. Now is the time if you consent all foure, VVherein Ile make amends for olde offence. One of you foure shalbe my wedlocke mate, And all the rest my welbeloued friendes: But vowe you here in presence of the Gods, That when I choose, my choyse shall please you all. Then make I vowe, by Pallas shepherds Queene, That Stesias will alowe Pandoraes choyse. But if he speede that lesse deserues then I, Ile rather dye, then grudge or make complaynt. I sweare the like by all our country gods, And I by our Dianes holy head. And I by Ceres and her sacred Nymphes. Then loue and Hymen blesse me in my choyse. You all are young and all are louely fayre, All kinde, and curteous and of sweete demeane, All right and valiaunt, all in flowring prime, But since you graunt my will his libertie, Come Stesias take Pandora by the hand, And with my hand I plight my spotles fayth. The word hath almost slayne me with delight. The worde with sorowe killeth me outright. O happy Stesias, but vnhappy me, Come let vs goe and weepe our want els where Stesias hath got Pandora from vs all. Their sad depart would make my hart to earne, VVere not the ioyes that I conceaue in thee: Go, go, Gunophilus without delay, Gather me balme and cooling Violets, And of our holly hearbe Nicotian, And bring with all pure hunny from the hyue, That I may heere compound a wholsome salue, To heale the wound of my vnhappy hand.