Tyre. A Room in the Governor's House. |
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Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES. |
Hel. No, Escanes, know this of me, |
Antiochus from incest liv'd not free; |
For which, the most high gods not minding longer |
To withhold the vengeance that they had in store, |
Due to this heinous capital offence, |
Even in the height and pride of all his glory, |
When he was seated in a chariot |
Of an inestimable value, and his daughter with him, |
A fire from heaven came and shrivell'd up |
Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk, |
That all those eyes ador'd them ere their fall |
Scorn now their hand should give them burial. |
Esca. 'Twas very strange. |
Hel. And yet but just; for though |
This king were great, his greatness was no guard |
To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward. |
Esca. 'Tis very true. |
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Enter two or three Lords. |
First Lord. See, not a man in private conference |
Or council has respect with him but he. |
Sec. Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof. |
Third Lord. And curs'd be he that will not second it. |
First Lord. Follow me then. Lord Helicane, a word. |
Hel. With me? and welcome. Happy day, my lords. |
First Lord. Know that our griefs are risen to the top, |
And now at length they overflow their banks. |
Hel. Your griefs! for what? wrong not the prince you love. |
First Lord. Wrong not yourself then, noble Helicane; |
But if the prince do live, let us salute him, |
Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. |
If in the world he live, we'll seek him out; |
If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there; |
And be resolv'd he lives to govern us, |
Or dead, give 's cause to mourn his funeral, |
And leaves us to our free election. |
Sec. Lord. Whose death's indeed the strongest in our censure: |
And knowing this kingdom is without a head, |
Like goodly buildings left without a roof |
Soon fall to ruin, your noble self, |
That best know'st how to rule and how to reign, |
We thus submit unto, our sovereign. |
All. Live, noble Helicane! |
Hel. For honour's cause forbear your suffrages: |
If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear. |
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, |
Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease. |
A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you |
To forbear the absence of your king; |
If in which time expir'd he not return, |
I shall with aged patience bear your yoke. |
But if I cannot win you to this love, |
Go search like nobles, like noble subjects, |
And in your search spend your adventurous worth; |
Whom if you find, and win unto return, |
You shall like diamonds sit about his crown. |
First Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield; |
And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us, |
We with our travels will endeavour it. |
Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands: |
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. [Exeunt. |
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