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To melt in showers. Thy grandsire loved thee

well : Many a time he danced thee on his knee, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Many a matter hath he told to thee, Meet and agreeing with thine infancy! In that respect then, like a loving child, Shed yet some small drops from thy tender

spring, Because kind nature doth require it so: Friends should associate friends in grief and woe. Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; Do him that kindness, and take leave of him.

Boy. O grandsire, grandsire! even with all

If any one relieves or pities him,
For the offence he dies. This is our doom:
Some stay to see him fastened in the earth.
Aar. O why should wrath be mute and fury

dumb ?
I am no baby, I, that with base prayers
I should repent the evils I have done;
Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did,
Would I perform if I might have my will:
If one good deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very soul.
Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor

hence, And give him burial in his father's grave. My father and Lavinia shall forthwith Be closed in our household's monument. As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, No funeral rite nor man in mournful weeds, No mournful bell shall ring her burial ; But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey: Her life was beast-like and devoid of pity; And being so shall have like want of pity. See justice done on Aaron, that damned Moor, From whom our heavy ha had their begin

ning; Then, afterwards, to order well the state ; That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

[Exeunt.

my heart

Would I were dead, so you did live again! O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.

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This king unto him took a pheere,
Who died, and left a female heir,
So buxom, blythe, and full of face,
As heaven had lent her all his grace;
With whom the father liking took,
And her to incest did provoke :
Bad father! to entice his own
To evil should be done by none.
By custom, what they did begin,
Was with long use account no sin.
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame,

To seek her as a bed-fellow,
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow:
Which to prevent, he made a law
(To keep her still, and men in awe),
That whoso asked her for his wife,
His riddle told not, lost his life:
So for her many a wight did die,
As yon grim looks do testify.
What now ensues, to the judgment of your

eye
I give, my cause who best can justify.

(Exit.

Scene I.-Antioch. A Room in the Palace.

And which, without desert, because thine eye
Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die.
Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself,
Drawn by report, adventurous by desire,
Tell thee with speechless tongues, and semblance

pale,
That, without covering, save yon field of stars,
They here stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars;
And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist
For going on death's net, whom none resist.

Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught
My frail mortality to know itself,
And by those fearful objects to prepare
This body, like to them, to what I must:
For death remembered should be like a mirror,
Who tells us life's but breath; to trust it,

error.

Enter Antiochus, Pericles, and Attendants.
Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large

received
The danger of the task you undertake.

Per. I have, Antiochus, and with a soul
Emboldened with the glory of her praise,
Think death no hazard in this enterprize. (Music.
Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothéd like a

bride,
For the embracements even of Jove himself;
At whose conception (till Lucina reigned)
Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,
The senate-house of planets all did sit,
To knit in her their best perfections.

Enter the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS.
Per. See, where she comes, apparelled like the

spring,
Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
Of every virtue gives renown to men!
Her face the book of praises, where is read
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
Sorrow were ever 'rased, and testy wrath
Could never be her mild companion.
Ye gods that made me man and sway in love,
That have inflamed desire in my breast,
To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,
Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
As I am son and servant to your will,
To compass such a boundless happiness !

Ant. Prince Pericles,-
Per. That would be son to great Antiochus.

Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched;
For death-like dragons here affright thee hard.
Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view
A countless glory which desert must gain :

I'll make my will, then ; and, as sick men do,
Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling

woe,
Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did :
So I bequeath a happy peace to you
And all good men, as every prince should do ;
My riches to the earth from whence they came ;
But my unspotted fire of love to you.

[To the Daughter of AntiocHUS.
Thus ready for the way of life or death
I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus,
Scorning advice.

Ant. Read the conclusion, then ;.
Which read and not expounded 't is decreed,
As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed.
Daugh. In all, save that, mayst thou prove

prosperous !
In all, save that, I wish thee happiness!
Per. Like a bold champion I assume the

lists,
Nor ask advice of any other thought
But faithfulness and courage.

He reads the Riddle.
"I am no viper, yet I feed
On mother's flesh which did me breed :
I sought a husband, in which labour,
I found that kindness in a father.
He's father, son, and husband mild,
I mother, wife, and yet his child.
How they may be, and yet in two,

As you will live resolve it you."
Sharp physic is the last : but, O you powers !
That give heaven countless eyes to view men's

acts, Why cloud they not their sights perpetually If this be true, which makes me pale to read it? Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still,

[Takes hold of the hand of the Princess.
Were not this glorious casket stored with ill :
But I must tell you,-now, my thoughts revolt;
For he's no man on whom perfections wait,
That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings;
Who, fingered to make man his lawful music,
Would draw heaven down and all the gods to

hearken;
But, being played upon before your time,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime:
Good sooth, I care not for you.

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not upon thy life,
For that's an article within our law
As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expired;
Either expound now or receive your sentence.

Per. Great king, Pew love to hear the sins they love to act; 'T would 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it. Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shewn; For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wiud, Blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear: To stop the air would hurt them. The blind

mole casts Cropped hills towards heaven, to tell the earth

is wronged By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth

die for 't. Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law's their

will; And if Jove stray who dare say Jove doth ill? It is enough you know; and it is fit, What being more known grows worse, to smo

ther it. All love the womb that their first beings bred, Then give my tongue like leave to love my

head. Ant. Heaven, that I had thy head! he has

found the meaning;

But I will gloze with him. [.4 side. ]-Young

prince of Tyre,
Though by the tenour of our strict edíct,
Your exposition misinterpreting,
We might proceed to cancel of your days ;
Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree
As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise.
Forty days longer we do respite you;
If by which time our secret be undone,
This mercy shews we 'll joy in such a son:
And until then your entertain shall be
As doth befit our honour and

your

worth. [Exeunt Antiochus, 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 sigirt. 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 a 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, farewell! 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, Ay and the targets to put off the shame : Then, lest my life be cropped to keep you clear, By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear. [Exit.

Re-enter ANTIOCHUS. Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which

we mean To have his head. He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy, Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin In such a loathéd manner: And therefore instantly this prince must die ; For by his fall my honour must keep high.Who attends on us there?

Enter THALIARD. Thal. Doth your highness call? Ant. Thaliard, you are 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.
Ant. Enough;
Lest your breath cool yourself, telling your haste.

Mess. My lord, Prince Pericles is fled. (Exit.

Ant. As thou Wilt live, fly after : and as an arrow, shot From a well-experienced archer, bits the mark His

eye doth level at, so 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 farewell to your highness.

[Exit. Ant. Thaliard, adieu! till Pericles be dead My heart can lend no succour to my head. (Exit.

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. 1st Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred

breast ! 2nd Lord. And keep your mind, till you re

turn to us, Peaceful and comfortable ! Hel. Peace, peace, my lords, and give expe

rience tongue. They do abuse the king that flatter him : For flattery is the bellows blows up sin : The thing the which is flattered but a spark, To which that breath gives heat and stronger

glowing; Whereas reproof, obedient and in order, Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. When signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace, He flatters you, makes war upon your life. Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please ; I cannot be much lower than my knees. Per. All leave us else ; but let your cares

o'erlook What shipping and what lading's in our haven, And then return to us. (Exeunt Lords.] Heli

SCENE II.-Tyre. A Room in the Palace.

canus, thou

Enter Pericles, HELICANUS, and other Lords. Per. Let none disturb us. Why this charge of

thoughts? The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy, By me so used 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 si

Hast moved us : what seest thou in our looks ?

Hel. An angry brow, dread lord.

Per. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? Hel. How dare the plants look up to beaven,

from whence They have their nourishment? Per. Thou know'st I have power to take thy

life. Hel. [Kneeling] I have ground the axe myself; Do you but strike the blow.

Per. Rise, pr'y thee, rise ; Sit down, sit down; thou art no flatterer : I thank thee for it; and high heaven forbid That kings should let their ears hear their faults

hid !
Fit counsellor and servant for a prince,
Who by thy wisdom mak’st a prince thy serrant,
What wouldst thou have me do?

Hel. With patience bear
Such griefs as you do lay upon yourself.

Per. Thou speak’st like a physician, Helicanus;
Who minister'st a potion unto me
That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself

. Attend me, then :- I went to Antioch, Where, as thou know'st, against the face of death. I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty, From whence an issue I might propagate,

lence;

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 vanquished ere they do resist,
And subjects punished that ne'er thought offence:

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