The Life and Poems of Richard Edwards By Leicester Bradner: A Dissertation Presented to the Faculty of the Graduate School of Yale University in Candidacy for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy |
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SONGS FROM DAMON AND PITHIAS
1. Here PITHIAS singes, and the Regalles play.
Awake ye wofull wightes,
That longe haue wept in woe:
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.
That longe haue wept in woe:
Resigne to me your plaintes and teares,
my haplesse hap to sho:
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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.
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 every vayne:
You Furies all at once,
on me your tormentes trie:
Why should I liue, since that I heare:
Damon my friend should die:
that should my limmes sustayne:
Let sorow sinke in to my brest,
and ransacke every 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 come now, seing I heare,
Damon my friend must die.
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 come now, seing I heare,
Damon my friend must die.
2. The Songe at the shaving of the Colier.
Iacke.Suche Barbers God send you at all times of neede.
Wyll.
That can dresse you finely, and make such quicke speede.
Iacke.
Your face like an Incorne, new shineth so gay,
Wyll.
That I with your Nostrels of force must needes play:
With too nidden, and too nidden.
Iacke.
With too nidden, and todle todle doo nidden.
Is not Grimme the Colier most finely shauen.
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With shauing you shine lyke a pestle of Porke:
Iacke.
Here is the trimmest Dogges flesh from London to Yorke.
Wyll.
It woulde be trimme Baken to hange up a while,
Iacke.
To play with this Hogline, of force I must smyle,
With too nidden, and too nidden.
Wyll.
With too nidden, and todle, etc.
Grimme.
Your shauing doth please me, I am now your debter.
Wyll.
Your wife now wyll busse you, because you are sweater:
Grimme.
Neare would I be poled, as neare as cham shauen.
Wyll.
Then out of your Ierkin needes must you be shaken.
With too nidden, and too nidden, etc.
Grimme.
It is a trimme thinge to be washt in the Courte.
Wyll.
Their handes are so fine that they neuer doo hurte.
Grimme.
Me thinke ich am lighter than euer ich was.
Wyll.
Our shaueinge in the Courte hath brought this to passe.
With too nidden, and too nidden.
Iacke.
With too nidden and todle todle doo nidden.
Is not Grimme the Colier most finely shauen.
Finis.
3. Then the Muses singe.
MvsesAlas what happe hast thou poore Pithias now to die,
Wo worth the man which for his death hath geuen us cause to crie,
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 us cause, etc.
Mvses.
Wo worth the man which for his, etc.
Evbvlvs.
Was euer such a man that would die for his friend,
I thinke euen from the heavens aboue, the Gods did him down send
To shew true friendshipps power, which forst thee now to die.
Wo worth the man which for thy death, etc.
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Wo worth the man, etc.
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 has thou to play this Tragedie,
Wo worth the man which for thy death, etc.
Mvses.
Wo worth the man, etc.
Evbvlvs.
Thou young and worthy Greeke, that showest such perfect loue,
The Gods receaue thy simple ghost, into the heauens aboue:
Thy death we shall lament with many a weepinge eye:
Wo worth the man which for his death, etc.
Mvses.
Wo worth the man which for thy death, hath geuen us cause to crie.
FINIS.
4. The last songe.
The strongest garde that Kynges can haue,
Are constant friends their state to saue:
True friendes are constant, both in word and deede,
True friendes are present, and help at each neede:
True friendes talke truly, they glose for no gayne,
When treasure consumeth, true frindes wyll remayne,
True frindes for their tru Prince, refuseth not their death
The Lorde graunt her such frindes most noble Queene Elizabeth.
Are constant friends their state to saue:
True friendes are constant, both in word and deede,
True friendes are present, and help at each neede:
True friendes talke truly, they glose for no gayne,
When treasure consumeth, true frindes wyll remayne,
True frindes for their tru Prince, refuseth not their death
The Lorde graunt her such frindes most noble Queene Elizabeth.
Longe may she gouerne in honour and wealth,
Voyde of all sicknesse, in most perfect health:
Which health to prolonge, as true friends require,
God graunt she may haue her owne hartes desire:
Which friendes wyll defend with most stedfast faith,
The Lorde graunt her such friendes most noble Queen Elizabeth.
Voyde of all sicknesse, in most perfect health:
Which health to prolonge, as true friends require,
God graunt she may haue her owne hartes desire:
Which friendes wyll defend with most stedfast faith,
The Lorde graunt her such friendes most noble Queen Elizabeth.
FINIS.
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