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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE

(DRAMATIS PERSONÆ ANTIOCHUS, king of Antioch.

A Pandar.
PERICLES, prince of Tyre.

BOULT, his servant.
HELIANUS, } two lords of Tyre.
ESCANES

The Danghter of Antiochus.
SIMONIDES, king of Pentapolis.

Droneza, wife to Cleon. CLEON, governor of Tarsus.

THAISA, daughter to Simonides. LYSIMACHUB, governor of Mytilene.

MARINA, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa. CERIMON, a lord of Ephesus.

LYCHORIDA, nurse to Marina.
THALIARD, a lord of Antioch.

A Bawd.
PHILEMON, servant to Cerimon.
LEONINE, servant to Dionyza.

DIANA.
Marshal.

GOWER, as Chorus.
Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates, Fishermen, and Messengers.

SCENE: Dispersedly in various countries.)

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ACT I

Enter GOWER. (Before the palace of Antioch. Heads and skulls

of men over the gate.)
Gow. To sing a song that old was sung,
From ashes ancient Gower is come,
Assuming man's infirmities,
To glad your ear, and please your eyes.
It hath been sung at festivals,
On ember-eves and holidays;
And lords and ladies in their lives
Have read it for restoratives.
The purchase is to make men glorious ;
Et bonum quo antiquius, eo melius.
If you, born in these latter times,
When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,
And that to hear an old man sing.
May to your wishes pleasure bring,
I life would wish, and that I might
Waste it for you, like taper-light.
This Antioch, then, Antiochus the Great
Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat;
The fairest in all Syria,
I tell you what mine authors say.
This king unto him took a fere,
Who died and left a female heir,
So buxom, blithe, and full of face,
As heaven had lent her all his grace;
With whom the father liking took,
And her to incest did provoke,
Bad child ; worse father! to entice his own
To evil should be done by none.
But custom what they did begin
Was with long use account'd no sin.
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame
To seek her as a bed-fellow,
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow;
Which to prevent he made a law

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To keep her still and men in awe,
That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
His riddle told not, lost his life;
So for her many a wight did die,
As yon grim looks do testify.
What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye
I give, my cause who best can justify.' (Erit.

(SCENE I. Antioch. A room in the palace.) Enter ANTIOCHUS, PRINCE PERICLES, and fol

lowers. Ant. Young Prince of Tyre, you have at

large received The danger of the task you undertake.

Per. I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul Embold'ned with the glory of her praise, Think death no hazard in this enterprise. Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride

Music. For embracements even of Jove himself; At whose conception, till Lucina reign'd, Nature this dowry gave to glad her presence, The senate-house of planets all did sit, To knit in her their best perfections.

Enter the DaugHTER of Antiochus. Per. See where she comes, apparelled like

the spring, Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men! Her face the book of praises, where is read Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence Sorrow were ever raz’d, and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion. You gods that made me man, and sway in love, That have inflam'd desire in my breast To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree Or die in the adventure, be my helps, As I am son and servant to your will, To compass such a boundless happiness!

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Ant. Prince Pericles, -
Per. That would be son to great Antiochus.
Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesper-

ides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be

touch'd, For death-like dragons here affright thee hard. Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view 30 Her countless glory, which desert must gain, And which, without desert, because thine eye Presumes to reach, all the whole heap must

die. Yon sometimes famous princes, like thyself, Drawn by report, adventurous by desire, Tell thee, with speechless tongues and sem

blance pale, That without covering, save yon field of stars, Here they stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist For going on death's net, whom none resist. 40 Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath

taught My frail mortality to know itself, And by those fearful objects to prepare This body, like to them, to what I must ; For death rememb’red 'should be like a mir

ror, Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error. I'll make my will then, and, as sick men do Who know the world, see heaven, but, feeling

woe, Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did; So I bequeath a happy peace to you And all good men, as every prince should do; My riches to the earth from whence they came; But my unspotted fire of love to you.

[To the Princess.] Thus ready for the way of life or death, I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus. (Ant.) Scorning advice, read the conclusion,

then, Which read and not expounded, 't is decreed, As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed. Daugh. Of all 'say'd yet, mayst thou prove

prosperous ! Of all 'say'd yet I wish thee happiness! Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the

lists,
Nor ask advice of any other thought
But faithfulness and courage.

THE RIDDLE.
I am no viper, yet I feed
On mother's flesh which did me breed.
I sought a husband, in which labour
I found that kindness in a father.
He's father, son, and husband mild ;
I mother, wife, and yet his child,
How they may be, and yet in two,

As you will live, resolve it you.
Sharp physic is the last; but, O you powers
That gives heaven countless eyes to view men's

acts, Why cloud they not their sights perpetually, ?* If this be true, which makes

me pale to read it? Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still, Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill. But I must tell you, now my thoughts revolt;

For he's no man on whom perfections wait
That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
You are a fair viol, and your sense the strings;
Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music,
Would draw heaven down, and all the gods, to

hearken;
But being play'd upon before your time,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.
Good sooth, I care not for you.

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,
For that's an article within our law,
As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expir'd.
Either expound now, or receive your sentence.

Per. Great king, Few love to hear the sins they love to act; 'T would 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 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 dare say Jove doth ill ? It is enough you know; and it is fit, What being more known grows worse, to

smother it. All love the womb that their first being bred, Then give my tongue like leave to love my

head. Ant. (Aside.) Heaven, that I had thy head !

He has found the meaning.
But I will gloze with him. - Young Prince of

Tyre,
Though' by the tenour of our strict edict,
Your exposition misinterpreting,
We might proceed to cancel off your days;
Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree
As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise.
Forty days longer we do respite you ;
If by which time our secret be undone,
This mercy shows we 'll joy in such a son;
And until then your entertain shall be
As doth befit our honour and your worth.

(Exeunt all but Pericles.
Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin,
When what is done is like an 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 soul;
Where now you're both a father and a son,
By your untimely claspings with your child,
Which pleasures 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.

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Antioch, farewell ! for wisdom sees those men
Blush not in actions blacker than the night 135
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 Alight I'll shun the danger which 1 fear.

(Exit.
Re-enter ANTIOCHUS.
Ant. He hath found the meaning,
For which we mean to have his head.
He must not live to trumpet forth my in-

famy, 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?

Enter THALIARD. Thal.

Doth your Highness call ? Ant. Thaliard, You are of our chamber, and our mind par

takes 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 ?
Thal.

My lord, 'Tis done. Ant. Enough.

Enter a MESSENGER. Let your breath cool yourself, telling your

haste. Mes. My lord, Prince Pericles is fled. (Erit.] Ant.

As thou Wilt live, fly after; and like an arrow shot From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark His 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 Highness. Ant. Thaliard, adieu ! (Exit Thal.] Till

Pericles be dead,
My heart can lend no succour to my head.

(Erit.] [SCENE II. Tyre. A room in the palace.]

Enter PERICLES. Per. [To Lords without.] Let none disturb us.

Why should this change of thoughts, The sad companion, dull-ey'd Melancholy, Be my so usd a guest as not an hour In the day's glorious walk or peaceful night, The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed

me quiet?

Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes

shun them; 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; And what 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 war will look so hnge, s 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 langaish, And punish that before that he would punish.

Enter (HELICANUS, with other] LORDS. 1. Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred

breast! 2. Lord. And keep your mind, till you return 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 flattered, but a spark, 40 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 life. Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please ; I cannot be much lower than my 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. (Ereunt Lords.) Heli

canus, thou Hast mov'd us. What seest 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 dares the plants look up to heaven,

from whence They have their nourishment?

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Per.

Thou know'st I have power To take thy life from thee. Hel. Kneeling.) I have ground the axe my

self ; Do you but strike the blow. Per.

Rise, prithee, rise. Sit down. Thou art no flatterer. I than 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 makes a prince thy servant, What wouldst thou have me do? Hel.

To bear with patience Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon your

self. Per. Thou speak’st like a physician, Heli

canus, That ministers 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 songht 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 ; 75 The rest - hark in thine ear — as black as in

cest; 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 suc

ceed. I knew him tyrannous, and tyrants’ fears Decrease not, but grow faster than the years; 85 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) offence Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence: Which love to all, of which thyself art one, Who now reprov'dst me for it,

Hel.

Alas, sir! 95 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. 100
Hel. Well, my lord, since you bave given me

leave to speak,
Freely will I speak. 'Antiochus you fear;
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 rage and anger be forgot,
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 ab-

sence ? 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 con

vince, Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince.

[Exeunt. (SCENE III. Tyre. An ante-chamber in the

palace.)

Enter THALIARD. 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 he was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that, being bid to ask what he would of the King, desired he [6 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 be one. Hush ! here comes 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!

Hei. 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 AntiochThal.

(Aside.) 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 show his sorrow, he'd 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,

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But since he's gone, the King's ears 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 wel

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 (D10

NYZA,] his wife, and others. Cle. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here, And by relating tales of others' griefs, See if 't will 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. O 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 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 Tarsus, o'er which I have the

government, 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 wond'red at;. 25 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, 30 The name of help grew odious to repeat. Dio, 0, 't is 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 abun

dance, As houses are defil'd for want of use, They are now starved 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 wit

ness 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 theirs.

Enter a LORD.
Lord. Where's the Lord Governor?

Cle. Here.
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 neigh

bouring 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 untutor'd to

repeat, * Who makes the fairest show means most deBut 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, And what he craves. Lord. I go, my lord.

(Erit.] Cle. Welcome is peace, if he on peace con

sist; If wars, we are unable to resist.

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