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Then were it certain, you were not so bad,
Doth your highness call? Ant. Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our mind Partakes her private actions to your secresy; And for your faithfulness we will advance you. Thaliard, behold, bere'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.
Mess. My lord, prince Pericles is fled. [Exit Mess.
doth level at, so pe'er return, Unless thon 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.
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-ey'd melancholy, By me so us'd a guest is, not an hour, In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night (The tomb where griefshould 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 nie 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 wbat was first but fear whal 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 ine speaking, though I swear to silence ; 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,
1 Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast!
2 Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, Peaceful and comfortable! Hel. Peace, peace, my lords, and give experience
tongue. They do abuse the king, that flatter him: For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ; The thing the which is flatter'd, 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
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] Helicanus, thou Hast moved us : what seest tbou 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 heaven, from
whence They have their nourishment? Per.
Thou know'st I bave power To take thy life.
Hel. (Kneeling] I have ground the axe myself;
Rise, pr'ythee rise;
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, Bring arms to princes, and to subjects joys. Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder; The rest (bark in thine ear), as black as incest; Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father Seem'd not to strike, but smooth: but thou know'st this, 'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. Which fear so grew in me, I hither fled; Under the covering of a careful night, Who seem'd my good protector; and being here, Bethought me what was past, what might succeed. I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears Decrease not, but grow faster than their years: And should he doubt it (as no doubt he doth), That I should open to the listening air, How many worthy princes' bloods were shed, To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms, And make pretence of wrong that I have done him; When all, for mine, if I may 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
Per. I do not doubt thy faith;
Hel. We'll mingle bloods together in the earth,
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, 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 Antechamber 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 liang'd al home: 'lis dangerous.-Well, I per