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he was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that,
being bid to ask what he would of the King, desir'd
he might know none of his secrets: now do I see he
had some reason for 't; for, if a King bid a man be
a villain, he's bound by the indenture of his oath to
Hush! here come the Lords of Tyre.
Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES, with other Lords
HEL. You shall not need, my fellow Peers of Tyre,
Further to question me of your King's departure:
His seal'd commission, left in trust with me,
Doth speak sufficiently he's gone to travel.
THAL. [aside.] How! the King gone!
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-
What from Antioch?
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 shew his sorrow, he 'ld correct himself;
So puts himself unto the shipman's toil,
With whom each minute threatens life or death.
THAL. [aside.] Well, I perceive
I shall not be hang'd now, although I would;
But, since he's gone, the King's seas it must please:
He 'scap'd the land, to perish at the sea.
I'll present myself. 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 I have understood
Your Lord has betook himself to unknown travels : My message must return from whence it came. HEL. We have no reason to desire it,
Commended to our master, not to us;
Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire,
As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre. [exeunt.
SCENE IV. Tarsus. A Room in the Governor's House. Enter CLEON, the Governor of Tarsus, with DIONYZA, and others.
CLE. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here,
And, by relating tales of others' 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.
my distressed Lord, even such our griefs are:
Here they're but felt, and seen with mischief's 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 tongues fetch breath that may proclaim them
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 Tarsus, o'er which I have the
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 clouds,
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 change,
These mouths, who but of late, earth, sea, and air,
Were 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 starv'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 nuzzle up their babes,
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 Tarsus may be their's.
Enter a Lord.
LORD. Where's the Lord Governor?
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 our's: 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 untutor❜d to repeat:
Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
But, bring they what they will, and what they can,
What need we fear?
The ground's the lowest, and we are half-way there.
Go tell their general we attend him here,
To know for what he comes, and whence he comes, 80
And what he craves.
LORD. I go, my Lord.
CLE. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist;
If wars, we are unable to resist.
Enter PERICLES with Attendants.
PER. Lord Governor, for so we hear you are,
Let not our ships and number of our men
Be like a beacon fir'd to amaze your eyes.
We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre,
And seen the desolation of your 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 was stuff'd within
With bloody veins, expecting overthrow,
Are stor❜d with corn to make your needy bread,
And give them life whom hunger starv'd half dead..
ALL. The Gods of Greece protect you!
And we'll pray for you.
Arise, I pray you, rise:
We do not look for reverence, but for love,
And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men.
CLE. The which when any shall not gratify,
Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought,
Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves,
The curse of Heaven and men succeed their evils!
Till when (the which I hope shall ne'er be seen)
Your Grace is welcome to our Town and us.
PER. Which welcome we 'll accept ; feast here awhile,
Until our Stars that frown lend us a smile.
Gow. Here have you seen a mighty King
His child, I wis, to incest bring;
A better Prince, and benign Lord,
That will prove awful both in deed and word.
Be quiet, then, as men should be,
Till he hath pass'd necessity.
I'll shew you those in troubles reign,
Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
The good in conversation
(To whom I give my benison)
Is still at Tarsus, where each man
Thinks all is writ he speken can;
And, to remember what he does,
Build his statue to make him glorious:
But tidings to the contrary
Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?
Enter at one door PERICLES talking with CLEON; all the
Train with them. Enter at another door a Gentle-
man, with a letter to PERICLES; PERICLES shews the
letter to CLEON; gives the Messenger a reward, and
Exit PERICLES at one door, and CLEON
Good Helicane, that stay'd at home,
Not to eat honey like a drone
From others' labours; for though he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive;
And, to fulfil his Prince' desire,
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre:
How Thaliard came full bent with sin,
And hid intent, to murder him;
And that in Tarsus was not best
Longer for him to make his rest: