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HELICANUS
Alas, sir.
PERICLES
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.
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.
HELICANUS
Well, my lord, since you have giv’n 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 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.
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 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.
PERICLES I do not doubt thy faith,
But should he in my absence wrong thy liberties?
HELICANUS
We’ll mingle our bloods together in the earth
From whence we had our being and our birth.
From whence we had our being and our birth.
PERICLES
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 showed’st a subject’s shine, I a true prince.
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 showed’st a subject’s shine, I a true prince.
Exeunt
Sc. 3Enter Thaliart
THALIART So this is Tyre, and this the court. Here must I kill King Pericles, and if I do it and am caught I am like to be hanged abroad, but if I do it not, I am sure to be hanged 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 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 Aeschines, with other lords
HELICANUS
You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre,
Further to question of your King’s departure.
His sealed commission left in trust with me
Does speak sufficiently he’s gone to travel.
Further to question of your King’s departure.
His sealed commission left in trust with me
Does speak sufficiently he’s gone to travel.
THALIART (
aside
) How? The King gone?
aside
) How? The King gone?
HELICANUS
If further yet you will be satisfied
Why, as it were unlicensed of your loves,
He would depart, I’ll give some light unto you.
Being at Antioch—
Why, as it were unlicensed of your loves,
He would depart, I’ll give some light unto you.
Being at Antioch—
THALIART
(aside)
(aside)
What from Antioch?
HELICANUS
Royal Antiochus, on what cause I know not,
Took some displeasure at him—at least he judged so—
And doubting lest that he had erred or sinned,
To show his sorrow he’d correct himself;
So puts himself unto the ship-man’s toil,
With whom each minute threatens life or death.
Took some displeasure at him—at least he judged so—
And doubting lest that he had erred or sinned,
To show his sorrow he’d correct himself;
So puts himself unto the ship-man’s toil,
With whom each minute threatens life or death.
THALIART
(aside)
(aside)
Well, I perceive I shall not be hanged now,
Although I would.
But since he’s gone, the King’s ears it must please
He scaped the land to perish on the seas.
I’ll present myself.—Peace to the lords of Tyre.
Lord Thaliart am I, of Antioch.
Although I would.
But since he’s gone, the King’s ears it must please
He scaped the land to perish on the seas.
I’ll present myself.—Peace to the lords of Tyre.
Lord Thaliart am I, of Antioch.
⌈HELICANUS⌉
Lord Thaliart of Antioch is welcome.
THALIART
From King Antiochus I come
With message unto princely Pericles,
But since my landing I have understood
Your lord’s betook himself to unknown travels.
Now my message must return from whence it came.
With message unto princely Pericles,
But since my landing I have understood
Your lord’s betook himself to unknown travels.
Now my message must return from whence it came.
HELICANUS
We have no reason to enquire 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
Sc. 4Commended to our master, not to us.
Yet ere you shall depart, this we desire:
As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre. Exeunt
Enter Cleon, the Governor of Tarsus, with Dionyza
his wife, and others
CLEON
My Dionyza, shall we rest us here
And, by relating tales of others’ griefs,
See if ’twill teach us to forget our own?
And, by relating tales of others’ griefs,
See if ’twill teach us to forget our own?
DIONYZA
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, e’en such our griefs are;
Here they’re but felt and seen with midges’ eyes,
But like to groves, being topped they higher rise.
For who digs hills because they do aspire
Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.
O my distressed lord, e’en such our griefs are;
Here they’re but felt and seen with midges’ eyes,
But like to groves, being topped they higher rise.
CLEON O Dionyza,
Who wanteth food and will not say he wants it,
Or can conceal his hunger till he famish?
Our tongues our sorrows dictate to sound deep
Our woes into the air, our eyes to weep
Till lungs fetch breath that may proclaim them louder,
That, if heav’n slumber while their creatures want,
They may awake their helps to comfort them.
I’ll then discourse our woes, felt sev’ral years,
And, wanting breath to speak, help me with tears.
Or can conceal his hunger till he famish?
Our tongues our sorrows dictate to sound deep
Our woes into the air, our eyes to weep
Till lungs fetch breath that may proclaim them louder,
That, if heav’n slumber while their creatures want,
They may awake their helps to comfort them.
I’ll then discourse our woes, felt sev’ral years,
And, wanting breath to speak, help me with tears.
DIONYZA As you think best, sir.
CLEON
This Tarsus o‘er which I have the government,
A city o’er whom plenty held full hand,
For riches strewed herself ev’n in the streets,
Whose tow‘rs bore heads so high they kissed the clouds,
And strangers ne’er beheld but wondered at,
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorned
Like one another’s glass to trim them by;
Their tables were stored full to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on as delight.
All poverty was scorned, and pride so great
The name of help grew odious to repeat.
A city o’er whom plenty held full hand,
For riches strewed herself ev’n in the streets,
Whose tow‘rs bore heads so high they kissed the clouds,
And strangers ne’er beheld but wondered at,
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorned
Like one another’s glass to trim them by;
Their tables were stored full to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on as delight.
All poverty was scorned, and pride so great
The name of help grew odious to repeat.
DIONYZA O, ’tis too true.
CLEON
But see what heav’n can do by this our change.
Those 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 defiled 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 naught too curious are ready now
To eat those little darlings whom they loved.
So sharp are hunger’s teeth that man and wife
Draw lots who first shall die to lengthen life.
Here weeping stands a lord, there lies a lady dying,
Here many sink, yet those which see them fall
Have scarce strength left to give them burial.
Is not this true?
Those 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 defiled 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 naught too curious are ready now
To eat those little darlings whom they loved.
So sharp are hunger’s teeth that man and wife
Draw lots who first shall die to lengthen life.
Here weeping stands a lord, there lies a lady dying,
Here many sink, yet those which see them fall
Have scarce strength left to give them burial.
Is not this true?
DIONYZA
Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it.
CLEON
O, let those cities that of plenty’s cup
And her prosperities so largely taste
With their superfluous riots, heed these tears!
The misery of Tarsus may be theirs.
And her prosperities so largely taste
With their superfluous riots, heed these tears!
The misery of Tarsus may be theirs.
Enter a
⌈
fainting
⌉
Lord of Tarsus
⌈
slowly
⌉
LORD Where’s the Lord Governor?
CLEON
Here. Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring‘st in
haste,
For comfort is too far for us t’expect.
haste,
For comfort is too far for us t’expect.
LORD
We have descried upon our neighbouring shore
A portly sail of ships make hitherward.
A portly sail of ships make hitherward.
CLEON I thought as much.
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir
That may succeed as his inheritor,
And so in ours. Some neighbour nation,
Taking advantage of our misery,
Hath stuffed these hollow vessels with their power
To beat us down, the which are down already,
And make a conquest of unhappy men,
Whereas no glory’s got to overcome.
That may succeed as his inheritor,
And so in ours. Some neighbour nation,
Taking advantage of our misery,
Hath stuffed these hollow vessels with their power
To beat us down, the which are down already,
And make a conquest of unhappy men,
Whereas no glory’s got to overcome.
LORD
That’s the least fear, for by the semblance
Of their white flags displayed they bring us peace,
And come to us as favourers, not foes.
Of their white flags displayed they bring us peace,
And come to us as favourers, not foes.
CLEON
Thou speak‘st like him’s untutored to repeat;
Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
But bring they what they will and what they can,
What need we fear?
Our grave’s the low’st, and we are half-way there.
Go tell their gen’ral we attend him here
To know for what he comes, and whence he comes.
Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
But bring they what they will and what they can,
What need we fear?
Our grave’s the low’st, and we are half-way there.
Go tell their gen’ral we attend him here
To know for what he comes, and whence he comes.
LORD I go, my lord. Exit
CLEON
Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist;
If wars, we are unable to resist.
If wars, we are unable to resist.
Enter ⌈the Lord again conducting
⌉
Pericles with attendants
PERICLES
(to Cleon)
(to Cleon)
Lord Governor, for so we hear you are,
Let not our ships and number of our men
Be like a beacon fixed t’amaze your eyes.
We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre,
Since entering your unshut gates have witnessed
The widowed desolation of your streets;
Nor come we to add sorrow to your hearts,
But to relieve them of their heavy load;
And these our ships, you happily may think
Are like the Trojan horse was fraught within
With bloody veins importing overthrow,
Are stored with corn to make your needy bread,
And give them life whom hunger starved half dead.
Let not our ships and number of our men
Be like a beacon fixed t’amaze your eyes.
We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre,
Since entering your unshut gates have witnessed
The widowed desolation of your streets;
Nor come we to add sorrow to your hearts,
But to relieve them of their heavy load;
And these our ships, you happily may think
Are like the Trojan horse was fraught within
With bloody veins importing overthrow,
Are stored with corn to make your needy bread,
And give them life whom hunger starved half dead.
ALL OF TARSUS ⌈
falling
⌉
on their knees and weeping
⌉
falling
⌉
on their knees and weeping
⌉
The gods of Greece protect you, and we’ll pray for you!
PERICLES Arise, I pray you, rise.
We do not look for reverence but for love,
And harbourage for me, my ships and men.
And harbourage for me, my ships and men.
CLEON
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 heav’n 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.
Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought,
Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves,
The curse of heav’n 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.
PERICLES
Which welcome we’ll accept, feast here a while,
Until our stars that frown lend us a smile.
Exeunt
Sc. 5Until our stars that frown lend us a smile.
Exeunt
Enter Gower
GOWER
Here have you seen a mighty king
His child, iwis, to incest bring;
A better prince and benign lord
Prove awe-full both in deed and word.
Be quiet then, as men should be,
Till he hath passed necessity.
I’ll show you those in trouble’s 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
His statue build to make him glorious.
But tidings to the contrary
Are brought your eyes. What need speak I?
His child, iwis, to incest bring;
A better prince and benign lord
Prove awe-full both in deed and word.
Be quiet then, as men should be,
Till he hath passed necessity.
I’ll show you those in trouble’s 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
His statue build to make him glorious.
But tidings to the contrary
Are brought your eyes. What need speak I?
Dumb show. Enter at one door Pericles talking with Cleon, all the train with them. Enter at another door a gentleman with a letter to Pericles. Pericles shows the letter to Cleon. Pericles gives the messenger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt with their trains Pericles at one door and Cleon at another
Good Helicane that stayed at home,
Not to eat honey like a drone
From others’ labours, for that he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive,
And to fulfil his prince’ desire
Sent word of all that haps in Tyre;
How Thaliart came full bent with sin
And hid intent to murdren him,
And that in Tarsus was not best
Longer for him to make his rest.
He deeming so put forth to seas,
Where when men been there’s seldom ease,
For now the wind begins to blow;
Thunder above and deeps below
Makes such unquiet that the ship
Should house him safe is wrecked and split,
And he, good prince, having all lost,
By waves from coast to coast is tossed.
All perishen of man, of pelf,
Ne aught escapend but himself,
Till fortune, tired with doing bad,
Threw him ashore to give him glad.
Not to eat honey like a drone
From others’ labours, for that he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive,
And to fulfil his prince’ desire
Sent word of all that haps in Tyre;
How Thaliart came full bent with sin
And hid intent to murdren him,
And that in Tarsus was not best
Longer for him to make his rest.
He deeming so put forth to seas,
Where when men been there’s seldom ease,
For now the wind begins to blow;
Thunder above and deeps below
Makes such unquiet that the ship
Should house him safe is wrecked and split,
And he, good prince, having all lost,
By waves from coast to coast is tossed.
All perishen of man, of pelf,
Ne aught escapend but himself,
Till fortune, tired with doing bad,
Threw him ashore to give him glad.
[Enter Pericles wet and half-naked]
And here he comes. What shall be next
Pardon old Gower; this ’longs the text. Exit
Pardon old Gower; this ’longs the text. Exit
[Thunder and lightning]
PERICLES
Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
Wind, rain, and thunder, remember earthly man
Is but a substance that must yield to you,
And I, as fits my nature, do obey you.
Alas, the seas hath cast me on the rocks,
Washed me from shore to shore, and left my breath
Nothing to think on but ensuing death.
Let it suffice the greatness of your powers
To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes,
And, having thrown him from your wat’ry grave,
Here to have death in peace is all he’ll crave.
Wind, rain, and thunder, remember earthly man
Is but a substance that must yield to you,
And I, as fits my nature, do obey you.
Alas, the seas hath cast me on the rocks,
Washed me from shore to shore, and left my breath
Nothing to think on but ensuing death.
Let it suffice the greatness of your powers
To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes,
And, having thrown him from your wat’ry grave,
Here to have death in peace is all he’ll crave.
He sits.
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