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A21159	The excellent comedie of two the moste faithfullest freendes, Damon and Pithias Newly imprinted, as the same was shewed before the Queenes Maiestie, by the Children of her Graces Chappell, except the prologue that is somewhat altered for the proper vse of them that hereafter shall haue occasion to plaie it, either in priuate, or open audience. Made by Maister Edvvards, then beynge Maister of the Children. 1571.	Edwards, Richard, 1523?-1566.	1571 (1571)	STC 7514; ESTC S105458	39,245	60

I may ryse 〈◊〉 for fine Aristippus I wyll keepe in with hym 〈◊〉 is a shrewde foole to deale withall he can swym ●●d yet by my trouth to speake my conscience playnlie ● wyll vse his friendship to myne owne commodytie ●hile Dionisius fauoureth him Aristippus shal be mine ●ut if the kynge once trowne on him then good night Tomaline 〈◊〉 shal be as straunge as thoughe I neuer sawe hym before ●ut I tarie too longe I wyll prate no more ●●cke come awaye IACKE ¶ At hande syr CARISOPHVS ¶ At Damons lodgyng if that you sée ●y sturre to arise be styll at hand by mée ●ather then ▪ I wyll lose the spoyle I wyll blade it out * Here entreth PITHIAS and STEPHANO ¶ What straunge Newes are these ah my Stephano ● my Damon in Pryson as the v●yce doth go STEPHANO ¶ It is true oh cruell happe he is taken for a Spie ●nd as they say by Dionisius owne mouth condempned to die PITHIAS ¶ To die alas to what caus● STEPHANO ¶ A Sicophant fal●ely accused hym other cause there is none That oh Iupiter of all wronges the Reuenger ●eest thou this vniustice and wilt thou staie any longer From heauen to sende downe thy hote consumyng fire To destroy the workers of wronge whiche prouoke thy iust ire ▪ Alas maister Pithias what shall we do Being in a strange countrey voyde of friendes acquaintance too Ah poore Stephano hast thou liued to see this daye To sée thy true Mayster vniustly made away PITHIAS ¶ Stephano séeyng the matter is come to this extremytie Let vs make Uertue our frend of me are necessytie Runne thou to the Court and vnderstand secretly As muche as thou canst of Damons cause and I Will make some meanes to entreate Aristippus He can do much as I heare with kyng Dionisius STEPHANO ¶ I am gone sir ah I would to God my trauayle and payne Myght restore my Mayster to his lybertie agayne PITHIAS ¶ Ah wofull Pithias sithe now I am alone What way shall I first beginne to make my mone What wordes shall I finde apt for my complaynte Damon my friend my ioy my life is in peril of force I must now fain But oh Musicke as in ioyfull tunes thy mery notes I did borow So now lend mée thy yernfull tunes to vtter my sorow ¶ Here PITHIAS singes and the Regalles play AWake ye wofull Wightes That longe haue wept in wo Resigne to me your plaintes and teares my haplesse hap to sho My wo no tongue can tell ne Pen can well descrie O what a death is this to heare DAMON my friende must die ▪ ¶ The losse of worldly wealth mannes wisdome may restore And Phisicke hath prouided too a Salue for euerie sore But my true Frende once lost no Arte can well supplie Then what a death is this to heare DAMON my friend must die ¶ My mouth refuse the foode ▪ that should my limmes sustayne Let sorow sinke in to my brest and ransacke euery vayne You Furies all at once on me your tormentes trie Why should I liue since that I heare Damon my friend should die ¶ Gripe me you greedy greefs and present pangues of death ▪ You Systers three with cruell handes with speed now stop my breath Shrine me in clay aliue some good man stop mine eye Oh death com now seing I heare Damon my friend must die ¶ He speaketh this after the songe In daine I call for Death whiche heareth not my complaint But what wisdome is this in suche extremytie to faint Multum iuua in re mala annimas bonus I wyll to the Courte my selfe to make friendes and that presently I wyll neuer forsake my friende in time of miserie But do I see Stephano amazed hether to ronne ¶ Here entreth STEPHANO ¶ O Pithias Pithias we are all vndone Mine owne eares haue sucked in mine owne sorow I heard Dionisius sweare that Damon should die to morow PITHIAS ¶ How camest thou so neare the presence of the kynge That thou mightest heare Dionisius speake this thynge STEPHANO ¶ By friendship I gate into the Courte where in great Audience I heard Dionisius with his owne mouth geue this cruell sentence By these expresse wordes that Damon the Gréeke that craftie spie Without farther Iudgement to morow should die Beleeue mée Pithias with these eares I heard it my selfe ▪ PITHIAS ¶ Then how neare is my death also ah woe is mée Ah my Damon another my selfe shall I forgo thée STEPHANO ¶ Syr there is no tyme of lamentyng now it behoueth vs To make meanes to them which can did much with Dionisius That he be not made awaye ere his cause be fully heard for we sée By euyll reporte thynges be made to Princes far worse then they bée But lo yonder cōmeth Aristippus in great fauour with kyng Dionisius Entreate hym to speake a good worde to the kynge for vs And in the meane season I wyll to your lodgyng to sée all thyngs safe there EXIT PITHIAS ¶ To that I agrée but let vs slip afide his talke to heare ¶ Here entreth ARISTIPPVS ¶ Here is a sodayne chaunge in déede a strange Metamorphosis This Courte is cleane altered who would haue thought this Dionisius of late so pleasant and mery Is quite changed now into suche melancoly That nothyng can please hym he walked vp and downe Fretting and chafyng on euerie man he doth frowne In so much that when I in pleasant wordes began to play So sternly he frowned on mée and knit me vp so short I perceyue it is no safe playing with Lyons but when it please them If you claw where it itch not you shall disease them And so perhaps get a clap myne owne proofe taught mée this That it is very good to be mery and wise The onely cause of this hurly burly is Carisophus that wicked man Whiche lately tooke Damon for a Spie a poore Gentleman And hath incencest the kynge against him so despightfully That Dionisius hath iudged him to morow to die I haue talkt with Damon whom though in words I found very wittie Yet was he more curious then wise in viewyng this Citie But truely for ought I can learne there is no cause why So sodenly and cruelly he should be condempned to die How so euer it be this is the short and longe I dare not gainsay the kynge be it right or wrong I am sory and that is all I may or can doo in this case Nought auayleth perswasion where frowarde opinion taketh place PITHIAS ¶ Sir if humble sutes you would not despise Then bow on mée your pitifull eyes My name is Pithias in Gréece well knowne A perfect friend to that wo●●ll Damon Whiche now a poore captiue in this Courte doth lie By the kinges owne mouth as I here condemned to die For whom I craue your masterships goodnesse To stand his friend in this his great distresse Nought hath he done worthy of Death but very fondly Being a straunger he vewed this Citie ▪

The excellent Comedie of two the moste faithfullest Freendes Damon and Pithias Newly Imprinted as the same was shewed before the Quéenes Maiestie by the Children of her Graces Chappell except the Prologue that is somewhat altered for the proper vse of them that hereafter shall haue occasion to plaie it either in Priuate or open Audience Made by Maister Edvvards then beynge Maister of the Children 1571. Imprinted at London in Fleetelane by Richarde Iohnes and are to be solde at his shop ioyning to the Southwest doore of Paules Churche THE PROLOGVE ON euerie syde wheras I glaunce my rouyng eye Silence in all eares bent I playnly do espie But if your egre lookes doo longe suche toyes to see As heretofore in commycall wi●e were wont abroade to bee Your lust is lost and all the pleasures that you sought Is frustrate quite of toying Playes A soden change is wrought ▪ For loe our Aucthors Muse that masked in delight Hath forst his Penne agaynst his kinde no more suche sportes to write Muse he that lust right worshipfull for chaunce hath made this change ▪ For that to some he seemed too muche in yonge desires to range In whiche right glad to please seyng that he did offende Of all he humblie pardon tra●es his Pen that shall amende And yet worwipfull Audience thus much I dare aduouche In Commedies the greatest Skyll is this rightly to touche All thynges to the quicke and eke to frame eche person so That by his common talke you may his nature rightly know ▪ A Royster ought not preache that were to straunge to heare But as from vertue he doth swerue so ought his woordes appeare The olde man is sober the yonge man rashe the Louer triumphyng in ioyes ▪ The Matron graue ▪ the Harlat wilde and full of wanton toyes Whiche all in one course they no wise doo agree So correspondent to their kinde their speeches ought to bee Which speeches well pronoun●e with action liuely framed If this offende the lookers on let H●race then be blamed Which hath our A●thor taught at S●hole from whom he doth not swarue In all suche kinde of exercise decorum to obserue Thus much for his defence he sayth as Poetes ●arst haue donne Which heretofore in Commodies the selfe same rase did roune But now for to be briefe the matter to expresse Which here wee shall present is this Dimon and Pithias ▪ A rare ensample of Frendship true it is no Legend lie But a thinge once donne in deede as Hystories doo discrie Whiche doone of yor● in longe time past yet present shal be here Euen as it were in dooynge now so liuely it shall appeare Lo h●re in Siracusae thauncient Towne which onceth Romaines w●nne Here Dionisius Pallace within whose Cau●●e this thing most strange was donne ▪ Which matter mixt with myrth and care a iust name to applie As seemes most fit wee haue it termed a Tragicall Commedie Wherein talkyng of Courtly toyes wee doo protest this flat Wee talke of Dionisius Courte wee meane no Court but that And that wee doo so meane who wysely calleth to minde The time the place the Authours here most plainely shall it finde Loe this I speake for our defence lest of others wee should be shent But worthy Audience wee you pray take thinges as they be ment Whose vpright Iudgement wee doo craue with heedefull eare and Eye ▪ To here the cause and see theffect of this newe Tragicall Commedie EXIT The Speakers names Aristippus a pleasant Gentilman Carisophus a Parasite Damon ▪ two gentlemen of Greece Pithias two gentlemen of Greece Stephano seruant to Damon and Pithias VVill Aristippus lackey Iacke Carisophus lackey Snap the Porter Dionisius the Kynge Eubulus the Kynges counselour Gronno the Hangman Grimme the Colyer ¶ Here entreth ARISTIPPVS TOO strange perhaps it séemes to some That I Aristippus a Courtier am become A Philosopher of late not of the meanist name But now to the Courtly behauiour my lyfe I frame Muse he that lyst to you of good skill I say that I am a Philosopher styll Louers of Wisdom are termed Philosophie Then who is a Philosopher so rightly as I For in louyng of wisdom proofe doth this trie That Frustra sapit qui non sapit sibi I am wyse for my selfe then tell me of troth Is not that great Wisdom as the world goth Some Philosophers in the stréete go ragged and torne And féedes on vyle Rootes whom Boyes laugh to scorne But I in fine Silkes haunt Dionysius Pallace Wherin with dayntie fare my selfe I do solace I can talke of Philosophie as well as the best But the strayte kynde of lyfe I leaue to the rest And I professe now the Courtly Philosophie To crouche to speake fayre my selfe I applie To féede the Kinges humour with pleasant deuises For whiche I am called Regius Canis But wot ye who named me first the Kinges Dogge It was the Roage Diogenes that vile grunting Hogge Let him rolle in his Tubbe to winne a vayne prayse In the Courte pleasantly I wyll spende all my dayes Wherin what to doo I am not to learne What wyll serue myne owne turne I can quickly discearne All my tyme at Schoole I haue not spent vaynly I can helpe one is not that a good poinct of Philosophy ¶ Here entreth CARISOPHVS ¶ I beshrew your fine eares since you came from Schoole In the Court you haue made many a wiseman a foole And though you paint out your fayned Philosophie So God helpe me it is but a playne kinde of flattery Whiche you vse so finely in so pleasant a sorte That none but Aristppus now makes the Kinge sporte Ere you came hyther poore I was sombody The Kinge delighted in mee now I am but a noddy ARISTIPPVS ¶ In faith Carisophus you know your selfe best But I will not call you noddie but only in iest And thus I assure you though I came from schoole To serue in this Court I came not yet to be the Kinges foole Or to fill his eares with seruile squirilitie That office is yours you know it right perfectlie Of Parasites and Scicophants you are a graue bencher The Kinge féedes you often from his owne trencher I enuye not your state nor yet your great fauour Then grudge not at all if in my behauiour I make the Kinge mery with pleasant vrbanitie Whom I neuer abused to any mans iniurie CARISOPHVS ¶ Be cocke sir yet in the Courte you doo best thriue For you get more in on day then I doo in fiue ARISTIPPVS ¶ Why man in the Courte doo you not sée Rewardes geuen for vertue to euery degrée To rewarde the vnworthy that worlde is done The Courte is changed a good thread hath bin sponne Of Dogges woll heretofore and why be cause it was liked And not for that it was best trimmed and picked But now mens eares are finer such grosse toyes are not set by Therfore to a trimmer kynde of myrth my selfe I applye Wherin though I please it commeth not

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. MVSES Who worth the man c. EVBVLVS 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. MVSES Wo worth the man c. EVBVLVS 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. MVSES Wo worth the man which for thy death hath geuen vs cause to crie FINIS EVBVLVS 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 GRONNO Sir all thinges are ready here is the place here is the 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 EVBVLVS I go with an heauy harte to report it ah wofull Pithias ▪ Full neare now is thy misery GRONO I m●ruell 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 lo●ke 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 ¶ Here entreth Dionisius and Eubulus 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 ¶ Here entreth Snap. Geue place let the prisoner come by geue place DIONISIVS 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 PITHIAS Most ready I am mightie king and most ready also For my true frinde Damon this lyfe to forgo Euen at your pleasure DIONISIVS A true frend a false Traytor that so breaketh his o●h Thou shalt lose thy life though thou be neuer so loth PITHIAS I am not loth to doo what so euer I sayde Ne at this present pinch of death am I dismayde The Gods now I know haue heard my feruent prayer That they haue reserued me to this passynge great honour To die for my frind whose faith euen now I doo not mistruste My frinde Damon is no false traytour he is true and iuste But fith he is no God but a man he must doo as he may The winde may be contrary sicknes may let him or som misaduēture by the way Which the eternall Gods tourne al to my glorie That Fame may resound how Pithias for Damon did die ●e breaketh no o●h which doth as much as he can His minde is heare he hath some let he is but a man. That he might not retourne of all the Gods I did require Which now to my ioy doth graunt my desire But why do● I stay any longer seing that one mans death May suffise O king to pacifie thy wrath O thou minister of iustice doo thyne office by and by Let not thy hand tremble for I remble not to die Stephano the right patrone of true fidelitie Commend me to thy master my swéet Damon of him craue libertie When I am dead in my name for thy trustie seruices Hath well deserued a gift farre bet●er then this Oh my Damon farewell now for euer a true friend to me most deare Whyles lyfe doth laste my mouth shall styll talke of thee And when I am dead my simple ghost true witnes of amitie Shall hoouer about the place wheresoeuer thou bée DIONISIVS Eubulus This geare is straunge and yet because Damon hath falst his faith Pithias shall haue the lawe Gronnoo dispoyle hym and eke dispatch him quickly GRONNO It shal be done since you came into this place I might haue stroken of seauen heads in this space Ber lady here are good garments these are myne by the roode It is an euyll wynde that bloweth no man good Now Pithias knéele downe aske me blessyng like a pretie boy And with a trise thy head from thy shoulders I wyll conuay ¶ Here entreth Damon running stayes the sword Stay stay stay for the kinges aduantage stay O mightie kyng myne appoynted time is not yet fully past Within the compasse of myne houre loe here I come at last A life I owe a life I wyll you pay Oh my Pithias my noble pledge my constant friende Ah w● is me for Damons sake how neare were thou to thy ende Geue place to me this rowme is myne on this stage must I play Damon is the man none ought but he to Dionisius his blood to pay GRONNO Are you come sir you might haue taried if you had bene wyse For your hastie comming you are lyke to know the prise PITHIAS 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 Dionis●us 〈◊〉 true iustice now way this aright thou noble Eubulus 〈◊〉 mée haue no wronge as now s●andes 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