CURTIUS. I know his public character. POSTHUMIUS. It pains me To turn my thoughts on his domestic state : They both are bright; but one Benignly bright, as stars to mariners; CURTIUS. You mean Perseus. POSTHUMIUS. True, The younger son Demetrius, you well know, Was bred at Rome, our hostage from his father. Soon after, he was sent ambassador, When Philip fear'd the thunder of our arms. Rome's manners won him, and his manners Rome And wisely too. But thou shalt hear it all. Between the crowns of Macedon and Thrace; Rush'd thro' the flames, which he had kindled round, Two little sons within their mother's arms; Thus meaning to tread out those sparks of war, Which might one day flame up to great revenge. The queen, through grief, on her dead sons expir'd. What of that infant? CURTIUS. POSTHUMIUS. Stung with sharp remorse, The victor took, and gave her to his queen. She grew, CURTIUS. Is then Erixene that Thracian child? How just the Gods! from out that ruin'd house POSTHUMIUS. To give thee, friend, the whole in miniature; [Shouts heard. 'Tis their great day, supreme of all the year, Who comes? CURTIUS. POSTHUMIUS. O, that's the jealous elder brother; Irregular in manners, as in form. Observe the fire, high birth, and empire, kindle! CURTIUS. He holds his conference with much emotion. POSTHUMIUS. The brothers both can talk; and, in their turns, Enter PERSEUS and PERICLES. PERSEUS. 'Tis empire! empire! empire! let that word [Exeunt. Destroy'd, would less confound me, than resign'd. PERICLES. But are you sure Demetrius will attempt? PERSEUS. Why does Rome court him? For his virtues? No: power. . PERICLES. This is indeed the common art of Rome. PERSEUS. That scource of justice through the wond'ring world! Nor is this all: the foolish Thracian maid Prefers the boy to me. PERICLES, And does that pain you? PERSEUS. O Pericles, to death. It is most true, Through hate to him, and not through love for her, The fool I feign'd: My sighs are now sincere, PERICLES. Dominion, and the princess, both are lost, Unless you gain the king. PERSEUS. But how to gain him? Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles. PERICLES. Dymas alone can work him to his pleasure; First in esteem, and keeper of his heart. |