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This body, like to them, to what I must: 1
[to the Daughter of Antiochus. Thus ready for the way of life or death, I wait the sharpest blow.
Ant. Scorning advice, read the conclusion then; Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed. Daugh. In all, save that, mayst thou prove
Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the lists,
[he reads the riddle.
1 To what I must come.
He's father, son, and husband mild ;
Sharp physic is the last : 1 but, O you powers !
(takes hold of the hand of the princess.
Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life ;
ii. e. the intimation in the last line of the riddle.
i. e. no honest man.
Per. Great king, Few love to hear the sins they love to act ; 'Twould 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it. Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated, is like the wandering wind, Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself ; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear : To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole
casts Copp'd hills 1 towards heaven, to tell, the earth is
throng'd By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die
for 't. Kings are earth’s gods : in vice their law's their
And if Jove stray, who dares say, Jove doth ill ?
the meaning; But I will gloze with him.? [aside.] Young prince
of Tyre, Though, by the tenor of our strict edict,
· Hills rising to a top or head.
Deceive him by mild behavior.
Your exposition misinterpreting,
worth. [Exeunt Antiochus, his Daughter, and Attendants. Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin, When what is done is like a hypocrite, The which is good in nothing but in sight! If it be true that I interpret false, Then were it certain, you were not so bad, As with foul incest to abuse
your Where 1 now you 're both a father and a son, By your untimely claspings with your child, Which pleasure fits a husband, not a father ; And she an eater of her mother's flesh, By the defiling of her parent's bed ; And both like serpents are, who, though they feed 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,
Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which
Doth your highness call ? Ant. Thaliard, you 're of our chamber, and our
My lord, 'Tis done.