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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 cropp'd to keep you clear,
By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear. [exit.
Ant. He hath found the meaning, for 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 loathed manner;
And therefore instantly this Prince must die;
For by his fall my honour must keep high.
Who attends us there?
Doth your Highness call ? 150
You are of our chamber, and our mind partakes
Her private actions to your secrecy;
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 him:
It fits thee not to ask the reason why,
Because we bid it. Say, is it done?
Enter a Messenger.
your breath cool yourself, telling your haste.
Mess. My Lord, Prince Pericles is fled.
As thou Wilt live, fly after; and, like an arrow shot
From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark
eye doth level at, so thou ne'er return Unless thou say Prince Pericles is dead. THAL. My Lord,
If I can get him within my pistol's length,
I'll make him sure enough: so, farewell to your High-
Ant. Thaliard, adieu! [Exit THALIARD.] Till Pericles
be dead My heart can lend no succour to my head. [exit.
SCENE II. Tyre. A Room in the Palace.
PER. [to Lords without.] Let none disturb us.—Why
should this change of thoughts, The sad companion, dull-ey'd Melancholy, Be my so us'd a guest, as not an hour In the day's glorious walk or peaceful night (The tomb where Grief should sleep) can breed me
Here Pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun
And Danger, which I fear’d, 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 silence;
Nor boots it me to say I honour him,
If he suspect I may dishonour him:
may make him blush in being known,
He'll stop the course by which it might be known;
With hostile forces he 'll o'erspread the land,
And with the ostent of war will look so huge,
Amazement shall drive courage from the State;
Our men be vanquish'd ere they do resist,
And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence :
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.
Enter HELICANUS, with other Lords.
FIRST LORD. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast !
Sec. LORD. And keep your mind, till you return to us,
Peaceful and comfortable !
HEL. Peace, peace! 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 blast 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
Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if
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,
Hast moved us : what see'st 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 Heaven, from
They have their nourishment ?
Thou know'st I have power
To take thy life from thee.
HEL. [kneeling:] I have ground the axe myself; ACT I Do you but strike the blow.
Sc. II PER
Rise, pr’ythee, rise.
Sit down : thou art no flatterer ;
I thank thee for it: and Heaven forbid
That Kings should let their ears hear their faults hid !
Fit Counsellor and Servant for a Prince,
Who by thy wisdom mak'st a Prince thy servant,
What would'st thou have me do?
To bear with patience
Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself.
PER. Thou speak’st like a physician, Helicanus,
That minister'st a potion unto me
That thou would'st 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,
Are arms to Princes, and bring joys to subjects.
Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ;
The rest (hark 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 the 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 ; 90
When all, for mine, if I may call, 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)
PER. Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks,
Musings into my mind, with 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
Freely will I speak. Antiochus
And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant,
Who either by public war or private treason
Will take away your life.
Therefore, my Lord, go travel for a while,
Till that his
Or till the 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 my absence-
HEL. We'll mingle our bloods together in the earth,
From whence we had our being and our birth.
PER. Tyre, I now look from thee, then, and to Tarsus
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 shew'dst a subject's shine, I a true Prince. [exeunt.
SCENE III. The Same. An Ante-chamber in the
THAL. So, this is Tyre, and this the Court. Here must
I kill King Pericles; and, if I do it not, I am sure to be hang’d at home: 'tis dangerous. Well, I perceive