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As I am son and servant to your will,
Ant. Prince Pericles,
Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught
[To the Daughter of ANT.
Read the conclusion then; Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed.
Daugh. In all, save that, may'st thou prove prosperolis ! In all, save that, I wish thee happiness!
Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the lists,
[He reads the Riddle.]
As you will live, resolve it you.
[Takes hold of the hand of the Princess.
Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,
Per. Great king,
To stop the air wolud hurt them. The bnd mole casts
[Excunt Ant, his Daughter, and Attendants, Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin! When what is done is like an hypocrite, The which is good in nothing but in sight. If it be true that I interpret false, Then were it certain, you were not so bad, As with foul incest to abuse your soul; Where now you 're both a father and a son, By your untimely claspings with your child, (Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father;) And she an eater of her mother's flesh, By the defiling of her parent's bed; And both like serpents are, who though they feed On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed. Antioch, farewel! for wisdom sees, those men Blush not in actions blacker than the night, Will shun no course to keep them from the light. One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murder 's as near to lust, as flame to smoke.
Poison and treason are the hands of sin,
Doth your highness call? Ant. Thaliard, you 're of our chamber, and our mind Partakes her private actions to your secresy: And for your faithfulness we will advance you. Thaliard, behold, here 's poison, and here's gold; We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him; It fits thee not to ask the reason why, Because we bid it. Say, is it done? Thal.
My lord, "Tis done.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, prince Pericles is pled. [Exit Mess.
As thou Wilt live, fly after: and, as an arrow,
shot From a well-experienc'd archer, hits the mark His eye
doth level at, so thou ne'er return, Unless thou say, Prince Pericles is dead.
Thal. My lord, if I Can get him once within my pistol's length, I'll make him sure: so farewel to your highness. [Exit.
Ant. Thaliard, adieu! till Pericles be dead, My heart can lend no succour to my head. [Exit. SCENE II. Tyre. A Room in the Palace, Enter PERICLES, HELICANUS, and other Lords. Per. Let none disturb us: Why this charge of thoughts? The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy, By me so us’d a guest is, not an hour, In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night, (The tomb where grief should sleep) can breed me quiet! Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun them, And danger, which I feared, is at Antioch, Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here: Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, Nor yet the other's distance comfort me. Then it is thus: the passions of the mind, That have their first conception by mis-dread, Have after-nourishment and life by care; And what was first but fear what might be done, Grows elder now,
and cares it be not done. And so with me;-the great Antiochus ('Gainst whom I am too little to contend, Since he 's so great, can make his will his act,) Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence; Nor boots it me to say, I honour him, If he suspect I may dishonour him: And what may make him blush in being known, He 'll stop the course by which it might be known; With hostile forces he 'll o'erspread the land, And with the ostent of war will look so huge, Amazement shall drive courage from the state ; Our men be vanquish’d, e'er they do resist, And subjects punish'd, that ne'er thought offence: Which care of them, not pity of myself, (Who am no more but as the tops of trees, Which fence the roots they grow by, and defend them, Makes both my body pine, and soul to languish, And punish that before, that he would punish.
I Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast!
2 Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, Peaceful and comfortable ! Hel. Peace, peace, my lords, and give experience