PERSEUS. To Dymas thou; and win him to thy will. PERICLES. Your brother, dress'd for the solemnity. PERSEUS. To Dymas fly! gain him, and think on this: Enter DEMETRIUS. DEMETRIUS. [Exit Pericles. How, brother! unattir'd! Have you forgot PERSEUS. I am no gewgaw, for the throng to gaze at: DEMETRIUS. Brother, of that no more: For shame, gird on PERSEUS. No, Brother; let the Romans look like me, DEMETRIUS, 'Tis that helmet Which Alexander wore at Granicus. PERSEUS. When he subdu'd the world? Ha! is't not so? DEMETRIUS. I wore it but to grace this sacred day; 'Tis they presume, who know not to deserve. PERSEUS. Or who, deserving, scorn superior merit. DEMETRIUS. Who combats with a brother, wounds himself: Of Macedonia. PERSEUS. No; I would not wound Demetrius' friends. DEMETRIUS. Demetrius' friends! PERSEUS. The Romans. You copy Hannibal, our great ally? Say, at what altar was you sworn their foe? Peace-making brother! Wherefore bring you peace, But to prevent my glory from the field? The peace you bring, was meant as war to me. DEMETRIUS. Perseus, be bold when danger's all your own: War now, were war with Philip more than Rome. PERSEUS. Come, you love that fair cheek hates a scar: What vices? DEMETRIUS. PERSEUS. With their women, and their wits. Your idol Lælius; Lælius the polite. I hear, Sir, you take wing, and mount in metre. Terence has own'd your aid, your comrade Terence. God-like ambition! Terence there, the slave! DEMETRIUS. At Athens bred, and to the arts a foe? PERSEUS. At Athens bred, and borrow arts from Rome? DEMETRIUS. Brother, I've done: Let our contention cease: PERSEUS. Why, ay; go tell your father; fondly throw Your arms around him; stroke him to your purpose To be survey'd, and hung about his neck. But if you boast a piety sincere, One way you may secure your father's peace: DEMETRIUS. You flatter me, to think her in my power. And she can judge; proceed we then like friends, PERSEUS. Smooth-speaking, insincere, insulting boy! Should save a brother from a brother's fury. [Exit Per. DEMETRIUS. How's this? The waves ne'er ran thus high before. Resign thee! yes, Erixene, with life! Thou in whose eye, so modest, and so bright, Love ever wakes, and keeps a vestal fire, Ne'er shall I wean my fond, fond heart from thee. For, though she smiles, I sound, not her designs: And learn (O all ye gods!) my final doom! KING. Kings of their envy cheat a foolish world; ANTIGONUS. True, Sir; 'tis empty, or tormenting, all: None just the same; which serve to fool us on KING. Ay, there, Antigonus, this pain will cease, |