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And therefore bind them, gentle Publius!

I fear the emperor means no good to us.
Caius, and Valentine, lay hands on them!

Aar. Some devil whisper curses in mine ear,
Oft have you heard me wish for snch an hour, And prompt me, that my tongue may utter forth
And now I find it; therefore bind them sure, The venomous malice of my swelling heart!
And stop their mouths, if they begin to cry! Luc, Away, inhuman dog! unhallow'd slave !-
[Exit Titus. Publius, etc. lay hold on Chi- Sirs, help our uncle to convey him in! -
ron and Demetrius.

(Exeunt Goths, with Aaron. Flourish. Chi. Villains, forbear! we are the empress’ sons ! The trumpets show, the emperor is at hand. Pub. And therefore do we what we are command- Enter SATURNINUs and TAMORA, with Tribunes, Seed.

nators, and Others.
Stop close their mouths, let them not speak a word! Sat. What, hath the firmament more suns than one?
Is he sure bound? look, that you bind them fast. Luc. What boots it thee, to call thyself a sup?
Re-enter Titus Andkonicus, with Lavixia; she bear-Mar. Rome's emperor, and nephew, break the parle;
ing a bason, and he a knife.

These quarrels must be quietly debated.
Tit. Come, come, Lavinia! look, thy foes are. The feast is ready, which the careful Titus
bound! -

Hath ordain'd to an honourable end,
Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me! For peace, for love, for league, and good to Rome:
But let them hear what fearful words I utter!- Please you, therefore, draw nigh,and take your places !
O villains, Chiron and Demetrius!

Sat. Marcus, we will!
Here stands the spring whom you have stain'd with (Hautboys sound. The Company sit down at table.
mud;

Enter Titus, dressed like a cook, Lavinia veiled,
This goodly summer with your winter mix'd. young Lucius, and Others. Titus places the
You kill'd her husband ; and, for that vile fault, dishes on the table.
Two of her brothers were condemn'd to death: Tit. Welcome, my gracious lord ! welcome, dread
My hand cut off, and made a merry jest:

queen!
Both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that, more Welcome, ye warlike Goths! welcome, Lucius !
dear

And welcome, all! Although the cheer be poor,
Than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, 'Twill fill your stomachs; please you, eat of it!
Inhuman traitors, you constrain’d and forc'd. Sat. Why art thou thus attir'd, Andronicus ?
What would you say, if I should let you speak? Tit. Because I would be sure to have all well,
Villains, for shame you could not beg for grace! To entertain your highness, and your empress:
Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you.

Tam. We are beholden to you, good Andronicus.
This one hand yet is left to cut your throats ; Tit. An if your highness knew my heart, you were.
Whilst that Lavinia 'tween her stumps doth hold My lord the emperor, resolve me this:
The bason, that receives your guilty blood. Was it well done of rash Virginius,
You know, your mother means to feast with me, To slay his daughter with his owo right hand,
And calls herself, Revenge, and thinks me mad, - Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflower'd ?
Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust, Sat. It was, Andronicus.
And with your blood and it, I'll make a paste; Tit. Your reason, mighty lord ?
And of the paste a coffin I will rear,

Sut. Because the girl should not survive her shame,
And make two pasties of your shameful heads; And by her presence still renew his sorrows.
And bid that strumpet, your anhallow'd dam, Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual;
Like to the earth, swallow her own increase.

A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant
This is the feast that I have bid her to,

For me, most wretched, to perform the like;-
And this the banquet she shall surfeit on;

Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee!
For worse than Philomel
you us'd my daughter,

(He kills Lavinia.
And worse than Progne I will be reveng’d: And with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die !
And now prepare your throats. – Lavinia, come, Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and unkind ?

(He cuts their throats. Tit.Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me blind. Receive the blood! and, when that they are dead, I am as woful, as Virginius was; Let me go grind their bones to powder small,

And have a thousand times more cause than he
And with this hateful liquor temper it;

To do this outrage ; — and it is now done.
And in that paste let their vile heads be bak’d. Sat. What was she ravish’d? tell, who did the deed!
Come, come, be every one officious

Tit. Will't please you eat? will’t please your high-
To make this banquet; which I wish may prove ness feed ?
More stern and bloody, than the Centaurs' feast. Tam. Why hast thon slain thine only daughter thus?
So, now bring them in, for I will play the cook, Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius :
And see them ready 'gainst their mother comes. They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,

(Exeunt, bearing the dead bodies. And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong. SCENE III. The same. A pavilion, with Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently! tables, etc.

Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye;
Enter Lucius, Marcus, and Goths, with Aaron, Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
prisoner.

Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
Luc. Uncle, Marcus, since 'tis my father's mind, 'Tis true, 'tis true! witness my knife's sharp point!
That I repair to Rome, I am content.

[Killing Tamora. 1 Goth. And ours, with thine, befall what fortune Sat. Die, frantic wretch, for this accursed deed! will!

[Killing Titus. Luc. Good uncle, take you in this barbarous Moor, Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? This ravenous tiger, this accursed devil;

There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. Let him receive no sustenance, fetter him,

[Kills Saturninus. A great tumult. The Till he be brought unto the empress' face,

People in confusion disperse. Marcus, For testimony of her foul proceedings:

Lucius, and their partisans, ascend And see the ambush of our friends be strong:

the steps before Titus's house.

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Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,
By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl

Lucius our emperor; for, well I know, Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, The common voice do cry, it shall be so! 0, let me teach you how to knit again

Rom. (Several speak.] Lucius, all, hail! Rome's This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,

royal emperor! These broken limbs again into one body!

LUCIUS, etc. descend.
Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself; Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house;
And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to,

[To an Altendant. Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,

And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, Do shameful execution on herself.

To be adjudg’d some direful slaughtering death, But if my frosty signs and chaps of age,

As punishment for his most wicked life. Grave witnesses of true experience,

Rom. (Several speak.] Lucius, all hail! Rome's Cannot induce you to attend my words,

gracious governor! Speak, Rome's dear friend; [To Lucius.] as erst our

Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans ! May I govern so,

I ancestor,

To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe!
When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, But, gentle people, give me aim a while, –
To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,

For nature puts me to a heavy task;
The story of that baleful burnivg night,

Stand all aloof; – but, uncle, draw you near, When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam's Troy; To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, o, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips. Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,

(Kisses Titus. That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound! - These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, My heart is not compact of lint, nor steel; The last true duties of thy noble son! Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, But floods of tears will drown my oratory,

Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : And break my very utterance; even i'the time 0, were the sum of these that I should pay When it should move you to attend me most, Couutless and infinite, yet would I pay

them! Lending your kind commiseration :

Luc. Come hither, boy ! come, come, and learn of os Here is a captain, let him tell the tale;

To melt in showers! Thy grandsire lov'd thee well;
Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak. Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,
Luc. Then, nobly auditory, be it known to you, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
That cursed Chiron and Demetrius

Many a matter bath he told to thee,
Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy;
And they it were that ravished our sister:

In that respect then, like a loving child, For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded; Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Our father's tears despis’d; and basely cozen'd Because kind nature doth require it so: of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel out, Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: And sent her enemies into the grave.

Bid him farewell; commit him to the grave; Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

Do him that kindness, and take leave of him! The gates shut on me, and turn’d weeping out, Boy, O grandsire, grandsire! even with all my heart To beg relief among Rome's enemies;

'Would I were dead, so you did live again! Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, O Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping i And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend: My tears will choke me, if I ope my

mouth. And I am the turn’d-forth, be it known to you,

Enter Attendants, with Aarox. That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woes ; And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Give sentence on this execrable wretch, Sheathiog the steel in my advent'rous body. That hath been breeder of these dire events. Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I ;

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famisk hin; My scars can witness, dumb although they are, There let him stand, and rave and cry for food! That my report is just, and full of truth.

If any one relieves or pities him,
But, soft! methinks, I do disgress too much, For the offence he dies! This is our doom!
Citing my worthless praise. 0, pardon me! Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the carth.
For when no friends are by, men praise

themselves! Aar. 0, why should wrath be mute, and fury damb? Mar. Now is my turn to speak: Behold this child, I am no baby, I, that with base prayers,

[Pointing to the child in the arms of an Attendant. I should repent the evils I have done; of this was Tamora delivered;

Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, The issue of an irreligious Moor,

Would I perform, if I might have my

will: Chief architect and plotter of these woes;

If one good deed in all my life I did, The villain is alive in Titus' house,

I do repent it from my very soul. Dainn'd as he is, to witness this is true.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge And give him burial in his father's grave: These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,

My father, and Lavinia, shall forthwith
Or more than any living man could bear.

Be closed in our household's monument.
Now you have heard the truth, what say you; Romans? As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,
Have we done aught amiss? Show us wherein, No funeral rite, por man in mournsul weeds,
And, from the place where you behold us now, No mournful bell shall ring her burial ;
The poor remainder of Andronici

But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey:
Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity;
And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
And make a mutual closure of our house.

See justice done on Aaron, that damn d Moor, Speak, Romans, speak! and if yon say, we shall, From whom our heavy haps had their begiuving: Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall!

Then, afterwards, to order well the state; Acmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

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Wer $ons of the Drama.
Antiochus, king of Antioch.

14 Pander, and his life.
Pericles, prince of Tyre.

Boult, their servant.
IIELICANUS,
ESCANES,
two lords of Tyre.

Gower, as Chorus.
SIMONIDES, king of Pentapolis.

The Daughter of Antiochus.
Cleon, governor of Tharsus.

Dionyza, wife to Cleon.
Lysimachts, governor of Mitylene.

THASA, Daughter to Simonides.
Cerimon, a lord of Ephesus.

Marina, Daughter to Pericles und Thaisa.
Thaliard, a lord of Antioch.

LYCHorida, nurse to Marina.

DIANA.
Pruleuox, servant to Cerimon.
Leonine, servant to Dionyza.

Lords, Ladies, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pi-
Marshall.

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Think death no hazard in this enterprize. [Music,

Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,
Enter Gower.

For the embracements even of Jove himself;
Before the palace of Antioch,

At whose conception (till Lucina reign’d,)
To sing a song of old was sung,

Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,
From ashes ancient Gower is come;

The senate-house of planets all did sit,
Assuming man's infirmities,

To kvit in her their best perfections.
To glad your ear and please your eyes.

Enter the duughter of Antiochus.
It hath been suog at festivals,

Per. See, where she comes, apparell'd like the spring,
On ember-eves, and holy ales;

Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
And lords and ladies of their lives

Of every virtue gives renown to men !
Have read it for restoratives :

Her face, the book of praises, where is read
'Purpose to make men glorious;

Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
Et quo antiquius, eo melius.

Sorrow were ever ras'd, and testy wrath
If you, born in these latter times,

Could never be her mild companion.
When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,

Ye gods, that made me man, and sway in love,
And that to hear an old man sing,

That have inflam'd desire in my breast,
May to your wishes pleasure bring,

To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,
J life would wish, and that I might

Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
Waste it for you, like taper- light.-

As I am son and servant to your will,
This city, then, Antioch ihe Great

To compass such a boundless happiness!
Puilt up for his chiefest seat,

Ant. Prince Pericles,
The fairest in all Syria ;

Per. That would be son to great Antiochus.
(I tell you what mine authors say;)

Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, This king unto him took a pheere,

With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd ; Who died, and left a female heir,

For death-like dragons here allright thee hard:
So buxom, blithe, and full of face,

Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view
As heaven had lent her all his grace;

A countless glory, which desert must gain ;
With whom the father liking took,

And which, without desert, because thine eye
And her to incest did provoke;

Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die.
But father! to entice his own

Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself,
To evil, should be done by none.

Drawn by report, advent'rous by desire,
By custom, what they did begin,

Tell thee with speechless tongues, and semblance pale,
Was, with long use, account no sin.

That, without covering, save yon field of stars, The beauty of this sinful dame

They here stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars ;
Made many princes thither frame,

And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist,
To seek her as a bed-fellow,

For going on death's net, whom pone resist.
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow:

Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught
Which to prevent, he made a law,

My frail mortality to know itself,
(To keep her still, and men in awe,)

And by those fearful objects to prepare
That whoso ask'd her for his wife,

This body, like to them, to what I must :
His riddle told not, lost his life :

For death remember'd, should be like a mirror,
So for her many a wight did die,

Who tells us, lite's but breath; to trust it, error.
As yon grim looks do testify.

I'll make my will then; and, as sick men do,
What now ensues, to th' judgment of your eyc Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling woe,
I give, my cause who best can justify. (Exit. Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst they did;

So I bequeath a happy peace to you,
SCENE I. - Antioch. A room in the palace. And all good men, as every prince should do;

Enter ANTIOCHUS, Pericles, and Attendants. My riches to the earth from whence they came;
Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large rcceiv'd But my unspotted fire of love to you.
The danger of the task you undertake.

[To the daughter of Antiochus. Per. I have, Antiochus, and with a soul

Thus ready for the way of life or death,
Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,

I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus,

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As doth befit our honour and your worth. Ant. Read the conclusion then;

(Exeunt Antiochus, his daughter, and Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed,

Attendants,
As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed. Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin!
Daugh. In all, save that, may'st thou prove pros- When what is done is like an hypocrite,
perous !

The which is good in nothing but in sight.
In all, save that, I wish thee happiness!

If it be true that I interpret false,
Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the lists, Then were it certain, you were not so bad,
Nor ask advice of any other thought

As with foul incest to abuse your soul;
But faithfulpess, and courage.

Where now you're both a father and a son, (He reads the Riddle.]

By your untimely claspings with your child,
I am no viper, yet I feed

(Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father ;)
On mother's flesh, which did me breed: Aud she an eater of her mother's flesh,
I sought ų husband, in which labour, By the defiling of her parent's bed;
I found that kindness in a father.

And both like serpents are, who though they feed
He's father, son, and husband mild,

On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.
I mother, wife, and yet his child.

Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men
How they may be, and yet in two,

Blash not in actions blacker, than the night,
As you will live, resolve it you.

Will shun no course to keep them from the light.
Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers ! One sin, I know, another doth provoke ;.
That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts, Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke.
Why cloud they not their sights perpetually, Poison and treason are the hands of sin,
If this be true, which makes me pale to read it? Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame:
Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still, Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear,

[Pukes hold of the hand of the Princess. By flight I'll shan the danger, which I fear. [Erit. Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill:

Re-enter AntiochUS.
But I must tell you, - now, my thoughts revolt;

Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which the
For he's no man on whom perfections wait,
That, knowivg sin within, will touch the gate.

To have his head.
You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings ; He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy,
Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music,

Nor tell the world, Antiochus doth sin
Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to hearken; In such a loathed manner :
But being play'd upon before your time,

And therefore instantly this prince must die;
Hell only danceth as so harsh a chime:

For by his fall my honour must keep high.
Good sooth, I care not for you.

Who attends on us there?
Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,
For that's an article within our law,

Enter TAALLARD.
As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expir’d;

Thal. Doth your highness call ? Either expound now, or receive your sentence.

Ant. Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our mind

Partakes her private actions to your secrecy;
Per. Great king,
Few love to hear the sins they love to act;

And for your faithfulness we will advance you.
'Twould 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it. Thaliard, behold, here's poison, and here's gold;
Who has a book of all that monarchs do,

We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him;

It fits thee not to ask the reason why,
He's more secure to keep it shut than shown;
For vice repeated, is like the wand'ring wind,

Because we bid it. Say, is it done?
Blows dust in others' eyes to spread itse'f;

Thal. My lord,

'Tis done. And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,

Enter a Messenger, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear:

Ant. Enough; To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole

breath cool yourself, telling your haste. casts Gopp'd hills towards heaven, to tell, the earth is Mess. My lord, prince Perioles is fled. By man's oppression: and the poor worm doth die Wilt live, fly after! and as an arrow, shot

Ant. As thou
for't.
Kings are earth’s gods: in vice their law's their will ; His eye doth level at, so ne'er return,

From a well-experienc'd archer, hits the mark
And if Jove stray, who dares say, Jove doth ill ?
It is enough you know; and it is fit,

Unless thou say, Prince Pericles is dead!
What being more known grows worse, to smother it.

Thal. My lord, if I

Can All love the womb that their first beings bred,

get him once within my pistol's length,

l'll make him sure: 60 farewell to your highnese! Then give my tongue like leave to love my head. Ant. Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found the meaning;

Ant. Thaliard, adieu! till Pericles be dead, But I will gloze with him. (Aside.] Yoong prince of

My heart can lend no succour to my head. [Esik. Tyre, Though by the tenour of our strict edíct,

SCENE II. - Tyre, A room in the palace. Your exposition misinterpreting,

Enter Pericles, Helicanus, and other Lords. We might proceed to cancel of your days; Per. Let none disturb us! Why this charge of Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree

thoughts? As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise :

The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy

, Forty days longer we do respite you;

By me so us’d a guest is, not an hour, If by which time our secret be undone,

In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night, This mercy shows, we'll joy in such a son: (The tomb where grief should sleep,) can And until then, your entertain shall be,

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Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun, Where, as thou know'st, against the face of death,
them,

I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty,
And danger, which I feared, is at Antioch, From whence an issue 1 might propagate,
Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here:

Bring arms to princes, and to subjects joys.
Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder;
Nor yet the other's distance comfort me.

The rest (hark in thine ear,) as black as incest;
Then it is thus: the passions of the mind, Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father
That have their first conception by mis-dread, Seem'd not to strike, but smooth: bat thou know'st
Have after-nourishment and life by care;

this,
And what was first but fear what might be done, 'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seems to kiss.
Grows elder now, and cares it be not done. Which fear so grew in me, I !hither fled,
And so with me;
- the great Antiochus

Under the covering of a careful night,
('Gainst whom I am too little to contend,

Who seem'd my good protector; and being here,
Since he's so great, can make his will his act) Bethought me what was past, what might succeed.
Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence: I knew him tyrannons; and tyrants’ fears,
Nor boots it me to say, I honour him,

Decrease not, but grow faster, than their years :
If he suspect I may dishonour him:

And should he doubt it, (as no doubt he doth,)
And what may make him blush in being known, That I should open to the listening air,
He'll stop the course by which it might be known; How many worthy princes' bloods were shed,
With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land, To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
And with the ostent of war will look so huge, To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms,
Amazement shall drive courage from the state ; And make pretence of wrong that I have done him ;
Our men be vanquish’d, e'er they do resist, When all, for mine, if I may call't offence,
And subjects punish’d, that ne'er thought olence: Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence :
Which care of them, not pity of myself,

Which love to all (of which thyself art one,
(Who am no more but as the tops of trees, Who now reprov'st me for it) –
Which fence the roots they grow by, and defend Hel. Alas, sir!
them)

Per. Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my
Mukes both my body pine, and soul to languish, cheeks,
And punish that before, that he would punish. Musings into my mind, a thousand doubts

1 Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast! How I might stop this tempest, ere it came;
2 Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, And finding little comfort to relieve them,
Peaceful and comfortable!

I thought it princely charity to grieve them.
ilel. Peace, peace, my lords, and give experience Hel. Well, my lord, since you have given me leave
tongue!

to speak,
They do abuse the king that flatter him:

Freely I'll speak. Antiochus you fear,
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;

And justly too, I thiok, you fear the tyrant,
The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark, Who either by public war, or private treason,
To which that breath gives heat and stronger glowing; Will take away your life.
Whereas reproof, obedient anıl in order,

Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while,
Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. Till that his

rage
and
anger

be forgot,
When signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace, Or destinies do cut his thread of life.
He flatters you, makes war upon your life: Your role direct to any; if to me,
Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please! Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be.
I cannot be much lower than

my
knees!

Per. I do not doubt thy faith;
Per. All leave us else; but let your cares o’erlook But should he wrong my liberties in absence –
What shipping, and what lading's in our haven, llel. We'll mingle bloods together in the earth,
And then return to us! (Exeunt Lords.] Helicanus, from whence we had our being and our birth.
thou

Per. Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tharsus
Fast moy'd us: what seest thou in our looks? Intend ny travel, where I'll hear from thee;
llel. An angry brow, dread lord !

And by whose letters I'll dispose myself. Per. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, The care I had and have of subjects' good, How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? On thee I lay, whose wisdom's strength can bear it. llel. How dare the plants look up to heaven, from I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath; whence

Who shuns not to break one, will sure crack both:
They have their nourishment ?

But in our orbs we'll live so round and safe,
Per. Thou know'st I have power

That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince, To take thy life.

Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince. Hel. (Kneeling] I have ground the axe myself;

[Exeunt. Do yon but strike the blow.

SCENE III. – Tyre. An antichamber in the palace. Per. Rise, pr’ythee, rise!

Enter TAALIARD. Sit down, sit down! thou art no flatterer:

Thal. So, this is Tyre, and this is the conrt. Here I thank thee for it! and high heaven forbid, must I kill king Pericles; and if I do not, I am sure That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid! to be hanged at home: 'tis dangerous. - Well,

I Fit counsellor, and servant for a prince,

perceive he was a wise fellow, and had good discreWho by thy wisdom mak’st a prince thy servant, tion, that being bid to ask what he would of the What would'st thou huve me do?

king, desired he might know none of his secrets. Hel. With patience bear

Now do I see he had some reason for it; forif a king bid? Snch griefs as you do lay upon yourself.

a man be a villain, he is bound by the indenture of Per. Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus;

his oath to be one. Hush, here come the lords of Who minister'st a potion auto me,

Tyre! That thou would'st tremble to receive thyself. Enter Helicans, EsCaneus, and other Lords. Attend me then: I went to Autioch,

Hel. You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre,

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