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Per. I do not doubt thy faith;
Hel. We'll mingle bloods together in the eartlı,
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 sound and safe, That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince, Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince.
SCENE III.—Tyre. An anti-chamber in the
Thal. Se, 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 seal'd 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 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: And doubting lest that he had err'd or sinn'd, To show his sorrow, would correct himself; So puts himself into the shipman's toil, With whom each minute threatens life or death. Thal. Well, I perceive
[Aside. 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
Hel. We have no reason to desire it, since
SCENE IV:-Tharsus. A room in the Governor's
Enter CLEON, DIONYZA, and Attendants.
Cle. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here,
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 Tharsus, o'er which I have government,
Dio. O, 'tis too true.
They are now starv'd for want of exercise :
Dio. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it.
Cle. O, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup
Enter a Lord.
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 Of their white flags display'd, they bring us peace, And come to us as favourers, not as foes.
Cle. Thou speak'st like him's untutord to repeat, Who makes the fairest show, means most deceit. But bring they what they will, what need we fear? The ground's the low'st, and we are half
there. Go tell their general, we attend him here, To know for what he comes, and whence he comes, And what he craves. Lord. I go, my lord.
[Erit. Cle. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist ; If wars, we are unable to resist.
Enter PERICLES, with Attendants.
streets : Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, But to relieve them of their heavy load ; And these our ships you happily may think Are, like the Trojan horse, war-stuft'd within, With bloody, views, expecting overthrow, Are stor’d with corn, to make your needy bread, And give them life, who are hunger-starv’d, half dead.
All. The gods of Greece protect you!
Per. Rise, I pray you, rise ;
Cle. The which when any sball not gratify,