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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

they trimly could scoffe SNAP. They were Lackeyes as neare as I can gesse them GRIMME Such Lackies make me lacke an halter beswenge them ●am vndon they haue my Benters too SNAP. Doest thou know them if thou seest them GRIMME Yea that I doo SNAP. Then come with me we wyll finde them out and that quickly GRIMME I folow mast Tipslafe they be in the Courte it is likely SNAP. Then crie no more come away EXEVNT ¶ Here entreth Carisophus and Aristippus If euer you wyll shew your friendship now is the time Seing the king is displeased with me of my parte without any crime ARISTIP It should appeare it comes of some euell behauiour That you so sodenly are cast out of fauour CARISOPH Nothing haue I done but this in talke I ouerthwarted Eubulus ▪ When he lamented Pithias case to Kinge Dionisius Which to morrow shall die but for that false knaue Damon He hath left his friend in the briers and now is gone Wée grew so hot in talke that Eubulus protested playnely Which held his care open to parasiticall fla●tery And now in the Kinges eare like a bell he ringes Criyng that ●latterers haue ben the destroyers of kinges Which talke in Dionisius harte hath made so déepe impression That he ●ruste●s me not as heretofore in no condition And some wordes brake from him as though that hee Began to suspect my trouth and honestie Which you of friendship I know wyll defend how so euer the world goeth ▪ My frind for my honestie wyll you not take an othe ARISTIP To sweare for your honestie I should lose mine owne CARISOPH Should you so in déede I would that were knowne Is your voyde friendship come thus to passe ARISTIP I folow the prouerbe Amicus Vsque ad auras CARISOPHVS Where can you say I euer lost mine honestie ARISTIPPVS You neuer lost it for you neuer had it as farre as I know CARISOPH Say you so friend Aristippus whom I trust so well ARISTIPPVS Because you trust me to you the truth I tell CARISOPH Wyll you not stretche one poynt to bringe me in fauour agayne ▪ ARISTIP I loue no stretching so may I bréede myne owne payne CARISOPH A friende ought to shonne no payne to stand his friend in stead ARISTIP Where true friendship is it is so in very déede CARISOPH Why sir hath not the chaine of true friendship linked vs two together ▪ ARISTIP The cheifest linke lacked therof it must néedes deseuer CARISOPH What linke is that faine would I know ARISTIP Honestie CARISOPH Doth honestie knit the perfect knot in true friendship ARISTIP Yea truly and that knot so knit wyll neuer slippe CARISOPH Belike then there is no frindship but betwéene honest men ARISTIP Betwéene the honest only for Amicitia inter bonus saith a learned man CARISOPH ●et euell men vse frindship in thinges vnhonest wher fancy doth serue ARISTIP That is no frindship but a lewde likeing it lastes but a while CARISOPH What is the perfectst frindship among men that euer grew ARISTIP Where men loued one another not for profit but for vertue CARISOPH Are such frindes both a like in ioy and also in smarte ARISTIP They must néedes for in two bodies they haue but one harte CARISOPH Friend Aristippus deceaue me not with Sophistrie 〈◊〉 there no perfect frindship but where is vertue and honestie ARISTIPPVS What a Deuell then ment Carisophus To ioyne in frindship with fine Aristippus In whom is asmuch vertue trueth and honestie As there are true fethers in the thrée Craines of the ventrie Yet these fethers haue the shadow of liuely feathers the truth to s●a● But Carisophus hath not the shadowe of an honest man To be playne because I know thy villany In abusinge Dionisius to many mens iniury Under the cloke of frindship I playd with his head And sought meanes how thou with thine owne fancy might be lead My frindship thou soughtest for thine owne commoditie As worldly men doo by profite measuring amitie Which I perceauing to the lyke my selfe I framed Wherein I know of the wise I shall not be blamed If you aske me Qua●e I answere Quia prudentis est multu● dis●imul●● ▪ To speake more playner as the prouerbe doth go In faith Carisophus Cum cretence cretiso Yet a perfect frinde I shew my selfe to thée in one thing I doo not dessemble now I say I wyll not speake for thée to the King Therfore sinke in thy sorrow I doo not deceaue thée A false knaue I found thée a false knaue I leaue thée EXIT CARISOPHVS He is gone is this frindship to leaue his friend in the plaine fields ▪ Well I sée now I my selfe haue beguylde In matching with that false for in amitie Which hath me vsed to his owne commoditie Which séeing me in distresse vnfainedly goes his wayes Loe this is the perfect frindship among men now a daies Which kinde of frindship toward him I vsed secretly And be with me the like hath requited me craftly It is the Gods iudgement I sée it playnely For all the world may know Incide in fo●eam quam fed Well I must content my selfe none other helpe I knowe ▪ Untill a merier gale of winde may happe to blowe EXIT EVBVLVS Who deals with Kinges in matters of great waight When froward wyll doth beare the chefest swa● Must yeld of force their néede no subtle ●●eight Ne paynted speach the matter to conuay No prayer can moue when kindled is the ire The more ye quench the more increased is the fire This thinge I proue in Pithias wofull case Whose hauuy hap with teares I doo lament The day is come when he in Damons place Must lose his life the time is fully spent Nought can my words now with the Kinge preuaile Against the wind and striuinge streame I sayle For die thou must alas thou sely Gréeke Ah Pithias now come is thy dolefull houre A perfect friend none such a world to séeke Though bitter death shall geue thée sauce full sower Yet for thy faith enrold shall be thy name Among the Gods within the booke of fame Who knoweth his case and wyll not melt in teares His giltles blood shall trickle downe anon ¶ Then the Muses singe Alas what happe hast thou poore Pithias now to die Wo worth the which man for his death hath geuen vs cause to crie EVBVLVS ME thinke I heare with yelow rented heares The Muses frame their notes my state to mone Among which sorte as one that morneth with harte In dolefull tunes my selfe wyll beare a parte MVSES Who worth the man which for his death c. EVBVLVS With yelow rented heares come on you Muses nine Fyll now my breast with heauy tunes to me your plaints resigne ▪ For Pithias I bewayle which presently must die Wo worth the man which for his death hath geuen vs cause c. MVSES Wo worth the man which for his c. EVBVLVS Was euer such a man that would die for his friend I thinke euen

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

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 ▪