A Select Collection of Old English Plays
“ The gods now I know have heard my fervent prayer,That they have reserved me to this passing great honour,To die for my friend, whose faith even now I do not mistrust;My friend Damon is no false traitor, he is true and just:But sith he is no god, but a man, he must do as he may,The wind may be contrary, sickness may let him, [140] or some misadventure by the way,Which the eternal gods turn all to my glory,That fame may resound how Pithias for Damon did die:He breaketh no oath which doth as much as he can,His mind is here, he hath some let, he is but a man. ”
