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Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred. Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans! Tis true, 'tis true ; witness my knife's sharp point. Have we done aught amiss ? Shew us wherein

[Killing Tamora. And, from the place where you behold us now Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed. The poor remainder of Andronici

[Killing Titus. Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. And make a mutual closure of our house. (Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. The people in Speak, Romans, speak ; and, if you say we shall,

confusion disperse. Marcus, Lucius, and their Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. partisans ascend the steps before Titus's house. Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Roine, Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, By uproar sever'd, like a fighi of fowl

Lucius our emperor ; for, well I know, Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, The common voice do cry, it shall be so. [emperor ! 0, let me teach you how to knit again

Rom (Several speak.] Lucius, all hail: Rome's royal This scatter'd corn into one mutal sheaf, These broken limbs again into one body.

Lucius, 8c. descend. Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house ; And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,

[To an Attendant. Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, Do shameful execution on herself.

To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,

As punishment for his most wicked life. Grave witnesses of true experience,

Rom. (Several speak.] Lucius, all hail ; Rome's Cannot induce you to attend my words,– [ancestor, gracious governor ! Speak, Rome's dear friend ; [TO Lucius) as erst our Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans ; May I govern so, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse,

To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe ! To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,

But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,The story of that baneful burning night,

For nature puts me to a heavy task ;When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy ;

Stand all aloof ;-but uncle draw

you near, Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk: Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,

O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips. That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound.

(Kisses Trum My heart is not compact of flint nor steel ? These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,

Tbe last true duties of thy noble son ! But floods of tears will drown my oratory,

Mlar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, And break my very utterance ; even i'the time Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips ? When it should move you to attend me most, O, were the sum of these that I should pay Lending your kind commiseration :

Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them ! (of us Here is a captain, let him tell the tale :

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well

Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, That cursed Chiron and Demetrius

Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow ; Were they that murdered our emperor's brother ; Many a matter hath he told to thee, And they it were that ravished our sister :

Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded ; In that respect then, like a loving child, Our father's tears despis'd ; and basely cozen'd Shed yet some small drops froin thy tender spring, Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out, Because kind nature doth require it so : And sent her enemies unto the grave.

Friends should associate friends in grief and woe : Lastly myself unkindly banish’d,

Bid him farewell ; commit him to the grave ; The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out, Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. To bey relief among Rome's enemies ;

Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with all my Who drown'd their enmity in my true lears,

Would I were dead, so you did live again! [heart And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend : O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you, My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth. That have preserv'd her welfare in my

blood; And from her bosom took the enemy's point,

Enter Attendants, with AARON. Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.

1 Rom. You sad Andronici have done with woes ; Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;

Give sentence on this execrable wretch,
My scars can witness, dumb although they are, That hath been breeder of these dire events,
That my report is just, and full of truth.

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him;
But, soft; methinks I do digress too much, There let him stand, and rave and cry for food :
Citing my worthless praise : 0, pardon me ; If any one relieves or pities him,
For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. For the offence he dies. This is our doom.

Mar. Now is my turn to speak ; Behold this child, Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth. [Pointing to the child in the arms of an Attendant. Aar. Ó, why should wrath be mute, and fury of this was Tamora delivered :

I am no baby, I, that with base prayers, [dumb ! The issue of an ir religious Moor,

I should repent the evils I have done ; Chief architect and plotter of these woes ;

Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, The villain is alive in Titus' house,

Would I perform, if I might have my will ; Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.

If one good deed in all my life I did, Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge I do repent it from my very soul. These wrongs unspeakable, past patience,

Luc. Some loving friends convey

tho

emperor Or more than any living man could bear.

And give him burial in his father's grave : (hence, My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith

Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity, Be closed in our household's monument.

And being so, shall have like want of pity. As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,

See justice done to Aaron, that dama'd Moor, No funeral rite, nor inan in mournful weeds, By whom our heavy haps had their beginning : No mournful bell shall ring her burial;

Then, afterwards, to order weil the state ; But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey : That like events may ne'er it ruinate. (Eseuni.

All the editors and critics agree with Mr. Theobald in from the total difference of conduct, language, and sentiments, supposing this play spurious. I see no reason for differing from by which it stands apart from all the rest. Meres had probably them: for the colour of the style is wholly different from that no other evidence than that of a title page, which, thougb in of the other plays, and there is an attempt at regular versifi. our time it be sufficient, was then of no great authority for cation, and artificial closes, not always inelegant, yet seldom all the plays which were rejected by the first collectors of pleasing. The barbarity of the spectacles, and the general mas. Shakspeare's works, and admitted in later editions, and again sacre which are here exhibited.can scarcely be conceived toler- rejected by the critical editors, had Shakspeare's Dadse on the able to any audience ; yet we are told by Jonson, that they were uiue, as we must suppose by the fraudulence of the printers, not only borne but praised. That Sbakspeare wrote any part, who, while there were yet no gazettes, gor advertisements, DC3 though Theobald declares it incontestable, I see no reason for any means of circulating literary intelligence, could usurp st beliering.

pleasure any celebrated name. Nor had Shakspeare any interest The testimony by which it is ascribed to Shakspeare, is by in detecting the imposture, as none of his fame or profit was no means equal to the argument against its authenticity, arising produced by the press.-JOHNSON,

PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE.

This play was entered at Stationers' Hall, May 2, 16n8, by

Edward Blount, one of the printers of the first folio edition of Shakspeare's works; but it did not appear in print till the following year, and then it was publisbed not by Blount, but by llenry Gosson, who had probably anticipated the other, by getting a hasty transcript from a play-house copy. There is no play of the author's, perhaps not in the English language, of which the text is as corrupted as that of this tragedy. The most corrupt of Shakspeare's other dramas is purity itself

compared with Pericles. The story op which this play is formed, is of great antiquity.

It is found in a book, once very popular, enlilled Gesta Romanorum, which is supposed by Mr. Cyrwhitt, the learned editor of The Canterbury Tales of Chaucer, 1775, to have been written five hundred years ago. The earliest impression of that work (which I have seen) was printed in 1188. in that edition the history of Appolonius King of Tyre makes the 153d chapter. It is likewise related by Gower in his Confessio Amantis, lib. viii. p. 175—185, edit. 1551. The Rev. Dr. Farmer has in his possession a fragment of a MS. poem on the same subject, which appears, from the band writing and the metre, to be more ancient than Gower. There is also an ancient Romance on this subject, called Kynx Appolyn of Thyre, translated from the French by Robert Copland, and printed by Wynkyn de Worde in 1516 In 1976 William How had a licence for printing The most escellent, pleasanı, ana variahle Historie of the strange Adventures of Prince Appolonius, La. cine his wyfe, and Tharsa his daughter. The author of Pericles having introduced, Gower in his piece, it is reasonable enough

to suppose that he chiefly followed the work of that poet. It is observable, that the hero of this tale is, in Gover's poem, u in the present play, called Prince of Isre; in the Gents Romanorum, and Copland's prose Romance, he is entitled King. Most of the incidents of the play are found in the Cow. Amani. and a few of Gover's expressions are occasionally borrowed. However, I think it is not unlikely, that there may have been (though I have not met with it) an early prose translation of this popular story from the Gex. Hemen, in which the name of Appolonius was changed to Fericles; to which, likewise, the author of this drama may bave been indebted. In 1607 was published at London, by Valentine Sims,

1 he patterne of painful adventures, containing the most exçellent, pleasans, and variable Historie of the strapse Acci. dents that hefell unto Prince Appolonius, the lady I.ucina his wife, and I harsin his daughter, wherein the uncertaintie of this world and the fickle state of man's life are lively described. Translated into English by T Twine, Gent." I have deres seen the book, but it was without doubt a re-publication of that published by W. Howe in 1577. This play seems to bare been particularly successful. In the four quaro editions it is called the much admired" play of Pericles, prince of Tyre, and is mentioned by nany ancient writers as a popular per

formance.-MALONE. Rowe, in his first edition of Shakspeare, says, “It is owned

that some part of Pericles certainly was written by him.par. ticularly the last act. Farmer thinks the hand of Shakspeare may be sometimes seen in the latter part of the play, but there only.

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PERSONS REPRESENTED.
ANTIOCHUS, K’ing of Antioch.
PERICLES, Prince of Tyre.
HELICANUS, ESCANES, two lords of Tyre.
SIMONIDES, King of Pentapolis.
CLEON, gmernor of Tharsus.
LYSIMACHUS, governor of Mitylene.
CERIMON, a lord of Ephesus.
THALIARD, a lord of Antioch.
Philemon, servant to Cerimon.
LEONINE, servant to Dionyza.
Marshal.
A Pander, and his Wife.
Boult, their servant.
Gower, as Chorus.
The Daughter of Antiochus.
DIONYza, wife to Cleon.
THAISA, daughter to Simonides.
MARINA, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa.
LYCHORIDA, nurse to Marina.
Diana.
Lo‘ds, Ladies, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates,

Fishermen, and Messengers, &c.
SCENE,—dispersedly in various Countries,

ACT I.

Enter GOWER. Before the Palace of Antioch. To sing a song of old was sung, From ashes ancient Gower is come; Assuming man's infirmities, To glad your ear, and please your eyes. It hath been sung at festivals, On ember-eves, and holy-ales ; And lords and ladies of their lives Have read it for restoratives : 'Purpose to make men glorious; Et quo antiquius, eo melius. If you, born in these latter times, When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes And that to hear an old man sing, May to your wishes pleasure bring, I life would wish, and that I might Waste it for you, like taper-light.This city then, Antioch the great Built up for his chiefest seal , The fairest in all Syria ; (I tell you what mine authors say ;) This king unto him took a pleere, Who died and left a female heir,

So buxo n, blithe, and full of face,

I'll make my will then ; and as slek men do, As heaven had lent her all his grace

Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling wae, With whom the father liking took,

Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst they did; And her to incest did provoke :

So I bequeath a happy peace to you, Bad father! to entice his own

And all good men, as every prince should do ; To evil, should be done by none.

My riches to the earth from whence they came : By custom, what they did begin,

But my unspotted fire of love to you. Was, with long use, account no sin.

[To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUB The beauty of this sinful dame

Thus ready for the way of life or death, Made many princes thither frame,

I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus, To seek her as a bed-fellow,

Scorning advice. In marriage-pleasures play-fellow •

Ant.

Read the conclusion then ; Which to prevent, he made a law,

Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, (To keep her still, and men in awe,)

As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed. That whoso ask'd her for his wife,

Daught. In all, save that, may'st thou prove pros. His riddle told not, lost his life :

In all, save that. I wish thee happiness ! [perous! So for her many a wight did die,

Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the lists, As yon grim looks do testify.

Nor ask advice of any other thought What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye

But faithfulness, and courage. I give, my cause who best can justify. [Exit.

[Here reads the Riddle.)

I am no viper, yet I feed SCENE I.-Antioch. A Room in the Palace.

On mother's flesh, which did me breed : Enter ANTIOCHUS, PERICLES, and Attendants.

I sought a husband, in which labour, Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large receiv'd

I found that kindness in a father. The danger of the task you undertake.

He's father, son, and husband mild, Per. have, Antiochus, and with a soul

I mother, wife, and yet his child. Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,

How they may be, and yet in two. Think death no hazard, in this enterprise. (Music.

As you will live, resolve it you. Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride, Sharp physic is the last : but O you powers ! For the embracements even of Jove himself; That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts, At whose conception, (till Lucina reign'd,) Why cloud they not their sights perpetually, Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,

If this be true, which makes me pale to read it ? The senate-house of planets all did sit,

Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still, To knit in her their best perfections.

[Tukes hold of the hand of the Princess.

Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill :
Enter the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS.

But I must tell you,-now, my thoughts revolt;
Per. See,where she comes, apparell'd like the spring, For he's no man on whom perfections wait,
Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king That knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
Or every virtue gives renown to men!

You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings ; Her face, the book of praises, where is read Who finger'd to make man his lawful music, Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to hearken, Sorrow were ever ras'd, and testy wrath

But, being play'd upon before your time,
Could never be her mild companion.

Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime :
Ye gods that made me man, and sway in love, Good sooth, I care not for you,
Thai have inflam'd desire in my breast,

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not upon thy life, To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,

For that's an article within our law, Or die in the adventure, be my helps,

As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expir’d ; As I am son and servant to your will,

Either expound now, or receive your sentence. To compass such a boundless happiness !

Per. Great king, Ant. Prince Pericles,

Few love to hear the sins they love to act; Per. That would be son to great Antiochus. 'Twould 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it.

Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, Who has a book of all that monarchs do, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd ; He's more secure to keep it shut, than shewn; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard : For vice repeated, is like the wand'ring wind, Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself ; A countless glory, which desert must gain : And yet the end of all is boughi thus dear, And which, without desert, because thine eye The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear : Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die. To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casys Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself, Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell, the earth is Drawn by report, advent'rous by desire,

wrong'd Tell thee with speechless tongues, and semblance pale, By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die for't. That, without covering, save yon field of stars, Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law's their will; They here stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars ; And if Jove stray, who dares say, Jove doth ill ? And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist,

It is enough you know; and it is fit, For going on death's net, whom none resist. What being more known grows worse, to smother it.

Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath caught All love the womb that their first beings bred, My frail mortality to know itself,

Then give my tongue like leave to love my head. And by those fearful objects to prepare

Ant. Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found the This body, like to thein, to what I must :

meaning :

[Tyre, For death remember'd, should be like a mirror, But I will gloze with him. (Aside.) Young prince of Who tells us, life's but breath ; to trust it, error. Though by the tenour of our strict edict,

Your exposition misinterpreting,

SCENE II.-Tyre. A Room in the Palace, We might proceed to cancel of your days; Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree

Enter PERICLES, HELICANUS, and other Lords. As your fair self, doch tune us otherwise :

Per. Let none disturb us : Why this charge of Forty days longer we do respite you ;

thoughts ? If by which time our secret be undone,

The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy, This mercy shews, we'll joy in such a son: By me so us'd a guest is, not an hour, And until then, your entertain shall be,

In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night, [quiet! As doth befit our honour, and your worth.

(The tomb where grief should sleep.) can breed me (Exeunt Antiochus, his Daughter, and Attendants. Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun

Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin ! And danger, which I feared, is at Antioch, (them, When what is done is like an hypocrite,

Whose arın seems far too short to hit me here : The which is good in nothing but in sight.

Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, If it be true that I interpret false,

Nor yet the other's distance comfort me. Then were it certain, you were not so bad, Then it is thus: the passions of the mind, As with foul incest to abuse your soul ;

That have their first conception by mis-dread, Where now you're both a father and a son,

Have after-nourishment and life by care ; By your untimely claspings with your child, And what was first but fear what might be done, (Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father ;) Grows elder now, and cares it be not done. And she an eater of her mother's flesh,

And so with me ;-the great Antiochus By the defiling of her parent's bed ;

('Gainst whom I am too little to contend, And both like serpents are, who though they feed Since he's so great, can make his will his act) On sweetest Aowers, yet they poison breed. Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men Nor boots it me to say, I honour him, Blush not in actions blacker than the night, If he suspect I may dishonour bim : Will shun no course to keep them from the light. And what may make bim blush in being known, One sin, I know, another doth provoke ;

He'll stop the course by which it might be known; Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land, Poison and treason are the hands of sin,

And with the ostent of war will look so huge, Ay, and the targets to put off the shame :

Amazement shall drive courage from the state ; Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear, Our men be vanquish'd, ere they do resist, By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear. (Erit. And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence :

Which care of them, not pity of myself

, Re-enter ANTIOCHUS.

(Who am no more but as the tops of trees, Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which Which fence the roots they grow by, and defend them,)

Makes both my body pine, and soul to languish, To have his head.

And punish that before, that he would punish. He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy, 1 Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast! Nor tell the world, Antiochus doth sin

2 Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, In such a loathed manner :

Peaceful and comfortable !

(tongue.
And therefore instantly this prince must die ; Hel. Peace, peace, my lords, and give experience
For by his fall my honour must keep high. They do abuse the king, that Aatter him :
Who attends on us there?

For Aattery is the bellows blows up sin ;
Enter THALIARD.

The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark,

To which that breath gives heat and stronger glowing; Thal.

Doth your highness call? Whereas reproof, obedient, and in order,
Ant. Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our mind Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err.
Partakes her private actions to your secresy :

When signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace,
And for your faithfulness we will advance you. He Aatters you, makes war upon your life :
Thaliard, behold here's poison, and here's gold; Prince, pardon me, or strike ine, if you please ;
We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him; I cannot be much lower than my knees.
It fits thee not to ask the reason why,

Per. All leave us else; but let

your cares

o'erlook Because we bid it. Say, is it done?

What shipping, and what lading's in our haven, Thal.

My lord, And then return to us. (Ereuni Lords.] Helicanus, 'Tis done.

Hast moved us: what seest thou in our looks? (thou Enter a Messenger.

Hel. An angry brow, dread lord.

Per. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, Ant. Enough;

How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? Lest your breath cool yourself, telling your haste. Hel. How dare the plants look up to heaven, from Mess. My lord, prince Pericles is filed.

| They have their nourishment ?

(whence (Exit Messenger. Per.

Thou know'st I have power Ant.

As thou To take thy life. Wilt live, fly after : and, as an arrow, shot

Hel. (K'neeling.) I have ground the axe myself; From a well-experienc'd archer, hits the mark Do you but strike the blow. His eye doth level at, so ne'er return,

Per.

Rise, pr’ythee rise ; Unless thou say, Prince Pericles is dead.

Sit down, sit down ; thou art no flatterer : Thal. My lord, if I

I thank thee for it; and high heaven forbid, Can get him once within my pistol's length, That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid! I'll make him sure : so farewell to your highness. Fit counseilor, and servant for a prince,

[Exit. Who by thy wisdom mak’st a prince thy servant, Ant. Thaliard, adieu! till Pericles be dead, What would'st thou have me do? My heart can lend no succour to my head. (Exit. Hel

With patience bear

we mean

of Tyre,

Hol.

Such griefs as you do lay upon yourself.

be a villain, he is bound by the indenture of his oath Por. Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus ; to be one.-Hush, here come the lords of Tyre. Who minister'st a potion unto me, That thou would'st tremble to receive thyself.

Enter HELICANUS, ESCALES, and other Lords. Attend me then: I went to Antioch,

Hel. You shall not need, my fellow

peers Where, as thou know'st, against the face of death, Further to question of your king's departure. I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty,

His seal'd commission, left in trust with me, From whence an issue I might propagate,

Doth speak sufficiently he's gone to travel. Bring arms to princes, and to subjects joys.

Thai. How! the king gone !

(Aside. ller face was to mine eye beyond all wonder; Hel. If further yet you will be satisfied, The rest (hark in thine ear,) as black as incest ; Why, as it were unlicens'd of your loves, Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father He would depart, I'll give some light unto you. Seem'd not to strike, but smooth : but thou know'st Being at Antioch 'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. (this, Thal.

What from Antioch? (Aside. Which fear so grew in me, I hither fed,

Hel. Royal Antiochus (on what cause I know not.) Under the covering of a careful night,

Took some displeasure at him; at least he judg'd so: Who seem'd my good protector ; and being here, And doubting lest that he had err d or sinn'd, Bethought me what was past, what might succeed. To shew his sorrow, would correct himself ; I knew him tyrannous; and tyrant's fears

So puts himself unto the shipman's toil, Decrease not, but grow faster than their years:

With whom each minute threatens life or death. And should he doubt it, (as no doubt he doth,) Thal. Well. I perceive

(Aside. That I should open to the listening air,

I shall not be hang'd now, although I would; How many worthy princes' bloods were shed, But since he's gone, the king it sure must please, To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,

He 'scap'd the land, to perish on the seas.To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms. But I'll present me.

Peace to the lords of Tyre! And make pretence of wrong that I have done um, Hel. Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome. When all, for mine, if I may call 't offence,

Thal. From him I come
Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence: With message unto princely Pericles ;
Vihich love to all (of which thyself art one, But, since my landing, as I have understood
Who now reprov'st me for it)

Your lord has took himself to unknown travels,
Alas, sir!

My message must return from whence it came.
Per. Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my Het. We have no reason to desire it, since
Musings into my mind, a thousand doubts (cheeks, Commended to our master; not to us :
How I might stop this tempest, ere it came; Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire.-
And finding little comfort to relieve them,

As friends to Antiochwe may feast in Tyre.
I thought it princely charity to grieve them.

(Eseunt. Hel. Well, my lord, since you have given me leave

SCENE IV.
Freely I'll speak. Antiochus you fear, (to speak,
And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant,

Tharsus.-- A Room in the Governor's Hous.
Who either by public war, or private treason,
Will take away your life.

Enter Cleon, DIONYZA, and Attendants. Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while,

Cle. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here, Till that his rage and anger be forgot,

And by relating tales of other's griefs, Or Destinies do cut his thread of life.

See if 'twill teach us to forget our own ? Your rule direct to any ; il to me,

Dio. That were to blow at tire, in hope to quench Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be. For who digs hills because they do aspire, Cit; Per. I do not doubt thy faith ;

Throws down one mountain, to cast up a higher. But should he wrong my liberties in absence- O my distressed lord, even such our griefs ;

Hel. We'll mingle bloods together in the earth, Here they're but felt, and seen with mistful eyes, From whence we had our being and our birth. But like to groves, being topp'd, they higher rise.

Per. Tyre, I pow look from thee then, and to Tharsus Cle. O Dionyza, Intend my travel, where I'll hear from thee;

Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it, And by whose letters l'll dispose myself.

Or can conceal his hunger, till he famish ? The care I had and have of subjects' good, Our tongues and sorrows de sound deep our woes On thee I lay, whose wisdom's strength can bear it. Into the air: our eyes do weep, till lungs, I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath ; Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder ; that, Who shuns not to break one, will sure crack both :

If heaven slumber, while their creatures want, But in our orbs we'll live so round and safe, They may awake their helps to comfort them. That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince,

I'll then discourse our woes felt several years, Thuu shew'dst a subjert's shine, 1 a true prince. And wanting breath to speak, lielp me will lears.

(Exeunt. Dio. I'll do my best, sir.

Cle This Tharsus, o'er which I have government, SCENE III.-Tyre. In Ante-chamber in the Palace. (A city, on whom plenty held full hand.)

For riches, strew'd herself even in the streets ; Enter THALIARD.

Whose towers bore heads so high, they kiss the Thal. So, this is Tyre, and this is the court. Here And strangers ne'er beheld, but wonderdal. (clouds. must I kill king Pericles; and if I do not, I am sure Whose men and dames so jelted anú adornd, to be hanged at home: 'tis dangerous.– Well, I per. Like one another's glass to triin them by : ceive be was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, Their tables were stor d full, to glad the sight, that being bid to ask what he would of the king, de. And not so much to feed on, as delight; sired he might know none of his secrets. Now do I All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so greas, see he had some reason for it: for if a king bid a man | The name of help grew odious to repeat.

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