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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