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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,
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.
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.
This king unto him took a pheere,
To seek her as a bed-fellow,
Scene I.-Antioch. A Room in the Palace.
And which, without desert, because thine eye
Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught
Enter Antiochus, Pericles, and Attendants.
Per. I have, Antiochus, and with a soul
Enter the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS.
Ant. Prince Pericles,-
Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
I'll make my will, then ; and, as sick men do,
[To the Daughter of AntiocHUS.
Ant. Read the conclusion, then ;.
He reads the Riddle.
As you will live resolve it you."
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.
Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not upon thy life,
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,
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
It fits thee not to ask the reason why,
Enter a Messenger.
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.
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
Hel. With patience bear
Per. Thou speak’st like a physician, Helicanus;
. 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,
Nor boots it me to say I honour him