Enter GOWER. |
Here have you seen a mighty king |
His child, I wis, to incest bring; |
A better prince and benign lord, |
That will prove awful both in deed and word. |
Be quiet, then, as men should be, |
Till he hath pass'd necessity. |
I'll show you those in troubles 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, |
Build his statue to make him glorious: |
But tidings to the contrary |
Are brought your eyes; what need speak I? |
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DUMB SHOW. |
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Enter, from one side, PERICLES, talking with CLEON; all their Train with them. Enter, at another door, a Gentleman, with a letter to PERICLES; who shows the letter to CLEON; then gives the Messenger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt PERICLES, CLEON, &c., severally. |
Good Helicane hath stay'd at home, |
Not to eat honey like a drone |
From others' labours; for though he strive |
To killen bad, keep good alive, |
And to fulfil his prince' desire, |
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre: |
How Thaliard came full bent with sin |
And had intent to murder him; |
And that in Tarsus was not best |
Longer for him to make his rest. |
He, doing 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 |
Make such unquiet, that the ship |
Should house him safe is wrack'd and split; |
And he, good prince, having all lost, |
By waves from coast to coast is tost. |
All perishen of man, of pelf, |
Ne aught escapen but himself; |
Till Fortune, tir'd with doing bad, |
Threw him ashore, to give him glad; |
And here he comes. What shall be next, |
Pardon old Gower, this longs the text. [Exit. |
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