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When all, for mine, if I


call't offence,
Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence:
Which love to all (of which thyself art one,
Who now reprov'st me for it)-

Alas, sir !
Per. Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from

my cheeks,
Musings into my mind, a thousand doubts
How I might stop this tempest, ere it came;
And finding little comfort to relieve them,
I thought it princely charity to grieve them.”
Hel. Well, my lord, since you have given me

leave to speak,
Freely I'll speak. Antiochus you fear,
And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant,
Who either by publick war, or private treason,
Will take away your life.
Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while,
Till that his rage and anger be forgot,
Or Destinies do cut his thread of life.
Your rule direct to any ; if to me,
Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be.

Per. I do not doubt thy faith ;
But should he wrong my liberties in absence-

Hel. We'll mingle bloods together in the earth,
From whence we had our being and our birth.
Per. Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to

Tharsus - Intend my travel, where I'll hear from thee; And by whose letters I'll dispose myself. The care I had and have of subjects' good, On thee I lay, whose wisdom's strength can bear it. I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath ; Who shuns not to break one, will sure crack both : But in our orbs' we'll live so round and safe,

to grieve them.] That is to lament their fate. . But in our orbs] i. e. in our different spheres.


That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince," Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince.



Tyre. An Ante-chamber in the Palace.

Enter THALIARD. Thal. So, this is Tyre, and this is the court. Here must I kill king Pericles ; and if I do not, I am sure to be hanged at home: 'tis dangerous.-Well, I perceive he was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that being bid to ask what he would of the king, desired he might know none of his secrets. Now do I see he had some reason for it: for if a king bid a man be a villain, he is bound by the indenture of his oath to be one.Hush, here come the lords of Tyre.

Enter HELICANUS, ESCANES, and other Lords.

Hel. You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre, Further to question of your king's departure. His seald commission, left in trust with me, Doth speak sufficiently, he's gone to travel. Thal. How! the king gone !

[Aside. Hel. If further yet you will be satisfied, Why, as it were unlicens'd of your loves, He would depart, I'll give some light unto you. Being at Antioch Thal.

What from Antioch? [Aside. Hel. Royal Antiochus (on what cause I know

not) Took some displeasure at him ; at least he judg’d so:

this truth shall ne'er convince,] Overcome,

And doubting lest that he had err'd or sinn'd
To show his sorrow, would correct himself;
So puts himself unto the shipman's toil,
With whom each minute threatens life or death.
Thal. Well, I perceive

I shall not be hang'd now, although I would;
But since he's gone, the king it sure must please,
He 'scap'd the land, to perish on the seas.-
But I'll present me. Peace to the lords of Tyre!

Hel. Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.

Thal. From him I come
With message unto princely Pericles ;
But, since my landing, as I have understood
Your lord has took himself to unknown travels,
My message must return from whence it came.

Hel. We have no reason to desire it, since
Commended to our master, not to us:
Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire,
As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre.



Tharsus. A Room in the Governour's House.

Enter CLEON, DIONYZA, and Attendants. Cle. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here, And by relating tales of other's griefs, See if 'twill teach us to forget our own? Dio. That were to blow at fire, in hope to quench

it; For who digs hills because they do aspire, Throws down one mountain, to cast up a higher. O my

distressed lord, even such our griefs; Here they're but felt, and seen with mistful eyes, But like to groves, being topp'd, they higher rise.

Cle. O Dionyza, Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it, Or can conceal his hunger, till he famish ? Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep our woes Into the air : our eyes do weep, till lungs Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder; that, If heaven slumber, while their creatures want, They may awake their helps to comfort them. I'll then discourse our woes, felt several years, And wanting breath to speak, help me with tears.

Dio. I'll do my best, sir.

Cle. This Tharsús, o'er which I have government,
(A city, on whom plenty held full hand,)
For riches, strew'd herself even in the streets;
Whose towers bore heads so high, they kiss'd the

And strangers ne'er beheld, but wonder'd at;
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'd,
Like one another's glass to trim them by :
Their tables were stor’d full, to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on, as delight;
All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great,
The name of help grew odious to repeat.

Dio. O, 'tis too true.
Cle. But see what heaven can do! By this our

These mouths, whom but of late, earth, sea, and air,
Weré all too little to content and please,
Although they gave their creatures in abundance,
As houses are defil'd for want of use,
They are now stary'd for want of exercise:
Those palates, who not yet two summers younger,
Must have inventions to delight the taste,
Would now be glad of bread, and beg for it;
Those mothers who, to nousle


their babes,


so jetted) To jet is to strut, to walk proudly.

Thought nought too curious, are ready now,
To eat those little darlings whom they lov’d.
So sharp are hunger's teeth, that man and wife
Draw lots, who first shall die to lengthen life:
Here stands a lord, and there a lady weeping;
Here many sink, yet those which see them fall,
Have scarce strength left to give them burial.
Is not this true?

Dio. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it.

Cle. O, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup
And her prosperities so largely taste,
With their superfluous riots, hear these tears!
The misery of Tharsus may be theirs.

Ènter a Lord. Lord. Where's the lord governor?

Cle. Here. Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring st, in haste, For comfort is too far for us to expect. Lord. We have descried, upon our neighbouring

shore, A portly sail of ships make hitherward.

Cle. I thought as much. One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, That may succeed as his inheritor ; And so in ours : some neighbouring nation, Taking advantage of our misery, Hath stuff’d these hollow vessels with their power, To beat us down, the which are down already; And make a conquest of unhappy me, Whereas no glory's got to overcome.

Lord. That's the least fear; for, by the semblance


their power,] By power is meant forces. * Whereas no glory's- Whereas, it las been already observed, was anciently used for where. VOL. VIII.


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