Fletcher, Phineas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 13] (Annals) pastoral · at University unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 505 words
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What chances happen in an hour? By this he may be dead and buried. But yet Perindus, if thou living be, My half joy lives, my half joy dies in thee. Ah Scrocca, thou hast often heard me say, it would be my luck to be devoured; and to tell thee true, I ever feared those Cyclops most; I never had any mind to them. Why Cancrone, this is the slavery on't, had we been Master fishers, we should never have been troubled to climb up these Mountains, we should never have been cast to our old acquaintance the fish. Fisher, know'st thou these men? I know the men, but not their meaning. That would never have angered me, thou know'st we have fed upon fish this many year, and for us to have made them one merry meal, had been but the sign of a thankful nature, but ah those Cyclops, clops, clops. Scrocca, I cannot digest them. I fear they will 'gest us well enough. And yet I care not much if I were sure to be eaten up by that Cyclops that ate up my grandsire, for then I might have some hope to see the good old man once again before I die. I care not whose hands I fall into, I'm sure he shall have no sweet bit of me now; nothing grieves me, but that having done but one good deed in all my life, I must die for that. Thou foolish fisher, thinkst it good to stop The course of justice, and break her sword, the Law? By Law thou liu'st: he justly death deserves, Who that destroys, which him and his preserves. Are not these my old men, Scrocca and Cancrone? Well sir, you may say what you will, but if we live by the Law, how cometh it to pass, that we must die by the Law? methinks I see how busy Rimronce will be about me: he surely will be upon my back, for my being upon his, a while ago. Nay Cancrone, thou diest for saving thy master too. Ay me, my son? I have no mind to climb these Mountains, I begin to be short-winded already, I shall never hold out; had I thought it would have come to this, I would have been vilely tempted to ha' let my Master drown quickly. What, man? thou couldst never have done thy Master better service than to die for him, nay, if Perindus live, I care not. Perindus? I can hold no longer, friend, who is thy Master? why art thou manacled? Mantled hither! marry this Priest hath mantled us for saving our Master Perindus. Ay me, my son. Uds fish, old Master, where have you been this 20 years and more; Tyrinthus! at such a time! sir, your arrival is either very happy, or else most hapless, either to see, or else prevent a danger. Priest, how is my Perindus? Doomed to die. What is the cause? His will. Who could persuade him?
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What chances happen in an houre? By this he may be dead and buried. But yet Perindus, if thou liuing be, My halfe ioy liues, my halfe ioy dies in thee. Ah Scrocca, thou hast often heard me say, it would be my lucke to be deuoured; and to tell thee true, I euer fear'd those Cyclops most; I neuer had any minde to them. Why Cancrone, this is the slauery on't, had wee beene Master fishers, we should neuer haue beene troubled to climbe vp these Mountaines, wee should neuer haue beene cast to our old acquaintance the fish. Fisher, knowst thou these men? I know the men, but not their meaning. That would neuer haue angred me, thou knowst wee haue fed vpon fish this many yeere, and for vs to haue made them one merry meale, had beene but the signe of a thankefull naure, but ah those Cclops, clops, clops. Scroca, I cannot digest them. I feare they will gest vs well enough. And yet I care not much if I were sure to bee eaten vp by that Cyclops that ate vp my grandsire, for then I might haue some hope to see the good old man once againe before I die. I care not whose hands I fall into, I'me sure hee shall haue no sweete bitte of mee now; nothing grieues mee, but that hauing done but one good deede in all my life, I must die for that. Thou foolish fisher, thinkst it good to stop The course of iustice, and breake her sword, the Law? By Law thou li'st: hee iustly death deserues, VVho that destroyes, which him and his preserues. Are not these my old men, Scrocca and Cancrone? VVell sir, you may say what you will, but if wee liue by the Law, how commeth it to passe, that we must die by the Law? Mee thinks I see how busie Rimronce will bee about me: he surely will be vpon my backe, for my being vpon his, a while a goe. Nay Cancrone, thou diest for sauing thy master too. Ay me, my sonne? I haue no minde to climbe these Mountaines, I begin to bee short-winded already, I shall neuer hold out; had I thought it would haue come to this, I would haue bene vilely tempted to ha let my Master drowne quickly. What, man? thou could'st neuer haue done thy Master better seruice then to dye for him, nay, if Perindus liue, I care not. Perindus? I can hold no longer, friend, who is thy Master? why art thou manacled? Mantled hither! marry this Priest hath mantled vs for sauing our Master Perindus. Ay me, my sonne. Vds fish, old Master, where haue you beene this 20 yeeres and more; Tyrinthus! at such a time! sir, your arriuall is eyther ery happy, or else most haplesse, eyther to see, or else preuent a danger. Priest, how is my Perindus? Doom'd to die. What is the cause? His will. Who could perswade him?