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Our father's tears despis'd; and hasely cozen'd O, take this warın kiss on thy pale cold lips,
Of that true hand, that fought Roine's quarrel out,

[Kisses Titus. And sent her enemies unto the grave.

These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-staiņ'd face, Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

The last true duties of thy noble son! The gates shut on me, and turn'd weeping out,

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, To beg relief among Rome's enemies;

Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : Who drownd their enmity in my true tears,

0, were the sum of these that I should pay And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend : Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! And I am the turn'd-forth, be it known to you,

Luc, Come hither, boy ; come, come, and learn of us That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; To melt in showers. Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: And from her bosom took the enemy's point,

Many a time he dane'd thee on his knee, Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body.

Sung thee asleep, bis loving breast thy pillow;
Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;

Many a matter hath he told to thee,
My scars can witness, dumb although they are, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy;
That my report is just, and full of truth.

In that respect then, like a loving child,
But, soft; methinks, I do digress too much,

Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Citing my worthless praise: 0, pardon me;

Because kind nature doth require it so: For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: Mar. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this child, Bid him farewell ; commit him to the grave;

(Pointing to the Child in the arms of an Attendant. Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. of this was Tamora delivered;

Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with all my beart The issue of an irreligious Moor,

'Would I were dead, so you did live again! Chief architect and plotter of these woes ;

O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; The villain is alive in Titus' house,

My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth.
Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true.

Enter Attendants, with Aaron.
Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge
Those wrongs, unspeakable, past patience,

1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with woos; Or more than man could bear.

Give sentence on this execrable wretch, Now you have heard the truth, what say you, Romans ?

That hath been breeder of these dire events. Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein,

Luc. Set him.breast-deep in earth, and famish him; And, from the place where you behold us now,

There let him stand, and rave and cry for food : The poor remainder of Andronici

If any one relieves or pities him, Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down,

For the offence he dies. This is our doom : And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, Some stay, to see him fastend in the earth. And make a mutual closure of our bouse.

Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb ? speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall,

I am no baby, 1, that, with base prayers, Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall.

I should repent the evils I have done; Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, And bring our emperor gently in thy hand,

Would I perform, if I might have my will; Lucius our emperor; for, well I know,

If one good deed in all my life I did, The common voice do cry, it shall be so.

I do repent it from my very soul. Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence royal emperor!

[Lucius, tc. descend. And give him burial in his father's grave: Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house ;

My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with

(To an Attendant. Be closed in our household's monument. Ind hither hale that misbelieving Moor,

As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, fo be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death,

No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, is punishment for his most wicked life.

No mournful bell shall ring her burial; Rom. (Several speak.] Lucius, all hail : Rome's

But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey: gracious governor!

Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so,

And, being so, shall have like want of pity. Co heal Rome's barms, and wipe away her woe!

See justice done to Aaron, that damn d Moor, But, gentle people, give me aim awhile,

By whom our heavy haps had their beginning: for nature puts me to a heavy task ;

Then, afterwards, to order well the state ; stand all aloof;-but, uncle, draw you near,

That like events may ne'er it ruinate. [Exeunt. l'o shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:



Antiochus, king of Antioch.
Pericles, prince of Tyre.

, } two lords of Tyre.
Simonides, king of Pentapolis.
Cleon, governor of Tharsus.
Lysimachus, governor of Mitylene.
Cerimon, 6 lord of Ephesus.
Thaliard, a lord of Antioch.
Philemon, servant to Cerimon.
Leonine, servant to Diony za.
A Pander, and his Wife.
Boult, their servant.

Gower, as Chorus.
The Daughter of Antiochus.
Dionyza, wife io Cleon.
Thaisa, daughter to Simonides.
Marina, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa.
Lychorida, nurse to Marina.

Lords, Ladies, Knighes, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates,

Fishermen, and Messengers, &c.
SCENE, dispersedly in various countries.


Enter Gower. Before the Palace of Antioch.
Tosing a song of old was sung,
From ashes ancient Gower is come;
Assuming man's infirmities,
To glad your ear, and please your eyes.
It hath been sung at festivals,
On embæreves, and holy ales;
And lords and ladies of their lives
Have read it for restoratives :
*Purpose to make inen glorious ;
Et quo antiquius, co nelius
If you, born in these latter times,
When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,
And that to hear an old man sing,
May to your wishes pleasure bring,
I life would wish, and that I might
Waste it for you, like taper-light-
This city then, Antioch the great
Built up for his chiefest seat;
The fairest in all Syria ;
(I tell you what mine authors say :)
This king unto him took a pheere,
Who died and left a female heir,
So buxom, blithe, and full of face,
As heaven had lent her all his grace;
With whom the father liking took,
And her to incest did provoke :
Bad father! to entice his own
To evil, should be done by none.
By custom, what they did begin,
Was, with long use, account no sin.
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame,
To seek her as a bed-fellow,
In marriage-pleasures play.fellow :

Whicla to prevent, he made a law,
(To keep her still, and men in awe.)
That whoso azkd her for his wife,
His riddle told not, lost his life:
So for her inany a wight did die,

As yon grim looks do testify.
What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye
I give, my cause who best can justifş. [Exit.
SCENE I.-Antioch. A Room in the Palace. Unter

Antiochus, Pericles, and Attendants. Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large re•

ceiv'd The danger of the task you undertake.

Per. I have, Antiochus, and with a soul Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Think death no hazard, in this enterprize. [Music.

Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride, For the embracements even of Jore himself; At whose conception, (till Lucina reigud) Nature this dowry gare, to glad her presence, The senate-house of planets all did sit, To knit in her their best perfections.

Enter the Daughter of Antiochus. Per. See, where she comes, apparell'd like the spring, Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face, the book of praises, where is read Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thenco Sorrow were ever ras'd, and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion. Ye gods, that made me man, and sway in love, That have inflam'd desire in my breast, To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree, Or die in the adventure, be my helps, As I am son and servant to your will, To compass such a boundless happiness!

Ant. Prince Pericles,

Per. That would be son to great Antiochus. Either expound now, or receive your sentence.
Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,

Per. Great king,
With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd ; Few love to hear the sins they love to act ;
For death-like dragons here affiight thee hard: "Twould 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it.
Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view

Who has a book of all that monareks do, A countless glory, which desert must gain :

He's more secure to keep it shut, than shown; And which, without desert, because thine eye For vice repeated, is like the wand'ring wind, Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die. Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself; Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself,

And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, Drawn by report, advent'rous by desire,

The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear: Tell thee with speechless tongues, and semblance pale, || To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casts That, without covering, save yon field of stars, Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell, the earth is They here stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars;

wrongd And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist,

By man's oppression ; and the poor worm doth die For going on death's net, whom none resist.

for't. Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law's their will; My frail mortality to know itself,

And if Jove stray, who dares say, Jove doth ill? And by those fearful objects to prepare

It is enough you know; and it is fit, This body, like to them, to what I must :

What being more known grows worse, to smother it. For death remember'd, should be like a mimor, All love the womb that their first beings bred, Who tells us, life's but breath ; to trust it, error. Then give my tongue like leave to love my head. I'll make my will then ; and as sick men do,

Ant. Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found the Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling woe,

meaning ;Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst they did;

But I will gloze with him. [Aside.) Young prince of So I bequeath a happy peace to you,

And all good men, as every prince should do ; Though by the tenor of our strict edict,
My riches to the earth from whence they came; Your exposition misinterpreting,
But my unspotted fire of love to you.

We might proceed to cancel of your days; [To the Daughter of Antiochus. Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree Thus ready for the way of life or death,


fair self, doth tune us otserwise : I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus,

Forty days longer we do respite you ;
Scorning advice.

If, by which time our secret be undone,
Read the conclusion then ;

This merey shows, we'll joy in such a son:
Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed,

And, until then, your entertain shall be, As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed.

As doth befit our honour, and your worth. Daugh. In all, save that, may'st thou prove pros [Exc. Antiochus, his Daughter, and Attendants. perous !

Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin! In all, save that, I wish thee happiness!

When what is done is like an hypocrite, Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the lists, The which is good in nothing but in sight. Nor ask advice of any other thought

If it be true that I interpret false, But faithfulness and courage.

Then were it certain, you were not so bad,

As with foul incest to abuse your soul;
(He reads the Riddle.]

Where now you're both a father and a son,
I am no viper, yet I feed

By your untimely claspings with your child,
On mother's fiesh, which did me breci :

(Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father ;) I sought a husband, in which labour,

And she an egter of her mother's flesh,
I found that kindness in a father.

By the defiling of her parent's lud;
He's father, son, and husband mild,

And both like serpents are, who though they feed
I mother, wife, and yet his child.

On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.
How they may be, and yet in two,

Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men
As you will live, resolve it you.

Blush not in actions blacker than the night,
Sharp physic is the last: but you powers !

Will shun no course to keep them from the light That give benven countless eyes to view men's acts,

One sin, I know, another doth provoke ; Why cloud they not their sights perpetually,

Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?

Poison and treason are the hands of sin, --Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still,

Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame: [Tokes hold of the hand of the Princess.

Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear, Were not this glorious casket stord with ill :

By Night I'll shun the danger which I fear. (Exit But I must tell you, -now, my thoughts revolt,

Re-enter Antiochus. For he's no man on whom perfections wait,

Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which we That knowing sin within, will touch the gate. You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings;

To have his head. Who, finger'd to make nian bis lawful music,

He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy, Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to hearken; Nor tell the world, Antiochus doth sin Bui, being play'd upon before your time,

In such a loqtbed manner: Hell only daneeth at so harsh a chime:

And therefore instantly this prince must die ; Good sooth, I care not for you.

For by his fall my honour must keep high. Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,

Who attends on us there? For that's an article within our law,

Enter Thaliard. As dang. sous as the rest. Your time's expir'd;


Doth your highpess call?


Ant. Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our mind Partakes her private actions to your secresy: And for your faithfulness we will advance you. Thaliard, behold, here's poison, and here's gold; We late the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him ; It fits thee not to ask the reason why, Because we bid it. Say, is it done? Thal.

My lord, 'Tis done.

Enter a Messenger.
Ant. Enough ;
Lest your breath cool yourself, telling your haste.

Mes. My lord, prince Pericles is fled. (Exit Mes.

As thou
Wilt live, fly after: and, as an arrow, shot
From a well-experienc'd archer, hits the mark
His eye doth level at, so ne'er return,
Unless thou say, prince Pericles is dead.

Thal. My lord, if I
Can get him once within my pistol's length,
I'll make him sure: so farewell to your highness.

Ant. Thaliard, adieu ! till Pericles be dead,
My heart can lend no succour to my head. [Exit.
SCENE II.-Tyre. A Room in the Palace. Enter

Pericles, Helicanus, and other Lords. Per. Let none disturb us: Why this charge of

thoughts? The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy, By me se ns'd a guest is, 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, e'er they do resist, And subjects punishd, 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,) Makes both my body pine, and soul to languish, And punish that before, that he would punish.

1 Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast!

2 Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, Peaceful and comfortable ! Hel. Peace, peace, my lords, and give experience

tongue. They do abuse the king, that fatter hina :

For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark,
To which that breath 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 moved us : what seest thou in our looks?

Hel. An angry brow, dread lord.

Per. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? Hel. How dare the plants look up to heaven, from

whence They have their pourishment ? Per.

Thou know'st I have power To take thy life.

Hel. [Kneeling.) I have ground the axe myself;
Do you but strike the blow.

Rise, pr’ythee, rise ;
Sit down, sit down; thou art po flatterer:
I thank thee for it; and high 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 would'st thou have me do?

With patience bear Such griefs as you do lay upon yourself.

Per. Thou speak’st like a physician, Helicanus ; Who minister'st a potion unto me, That thou would'st tremble to receive thyself. Attend me, then: I went to Antioch, Where, as thou know'st, against the face of death, I sought the purehase of a glorious beauty, From whence an issue I might propagate, Bring arins to princes, and to subjects joys. 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 their 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

Musings into my mind, a thousand doubts
How I might stop this tempest, ere il camr ;
And finding little comfort to relieve them,
I thought it princely charity to grieve thein..

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