Tyre. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter PERICLES. |
| Per. [To those without.] Let none disturb us.— |
| Why should this change of thoughts, |
| The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy, |
| Be my so us'd 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 feared, 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 of war will look so huge, |
| 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,— |
| Make both my body pine and soul to languish, |
| And punish that before that he would punish. |
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Enter HELICANUS and other Lords. |
| First Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast! |
| Sec. Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, |
| 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 flatter'd, but a spark, |
| 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. [Exeunt Lords. |
| Helicanus, 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 prince's frowns, |
| How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? |
| Hel. How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence |
| They have their nourishment? |
| Per. Thou know'st I have power |
| To take thy life from thee. |
| Hel. [Kneeling.] I have ground the axe myself; |
| Do you but strike the blow. |
| Per. Rise, prithee, rise; |
| Sit down; thou art no flatterer: |
| I thank 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 mak'st a prince thy servant, |
| What wouldst thou have me do? |
| Hel. To bear with patience |
| Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself. |
| Per. Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus, |
| That minister'st 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 sought 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; |
| The rest, hark in thine ear, as black as incest; |
| 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 succeed. |
| I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears |
| Decrease not, but grow faster than the years. |
| 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't, offence, |
| Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence: |
| Which love to all, of which thyself art one, |
| Who now reprov'st me for it,— |
| Hel. Alas! sir. |
| 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. |
| Hel. Well, my lord, since you have 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 absence? |
| 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'll 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 show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince. [Exeunt. |
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