Unfolds the glories of this antient empire, POSTHUMIUS. [Pointing.] What figure's that, O Philip! which precedes? KING. The founder of our Empire, furious son Drink their own Ganges. PERSEUS. [Aside to Demetrius.] Give him his helmet, brother. KING. [To his sons.] You lead the troops that join in mock encounter ; And in no other may you ever meet! But march one way, and drive the world before you. The victor, as our antient rites decree, Must hold a feast, and triumph in the bowl. DEMETRIUS. I long, my lord, to see the charge begin; And overthrew Darius, first, at home. We'll practise o'er the plans of future conquests, : While neighbouring nations tremble at our play; And own the fault in fortune, not in us, That we but want a foe to be immortal. PERSEUS. You have supply'd my wants: I thank you, brother. KING. [Rising, and coming forwards. Music.] How vain all outward effort to supply ANTIGONUS. When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys This is the common lot. Have comfort then: KING. It is over. Hear too; the trumpet calls us to the field, Fair princess, you and I will go together, As Priam and bright Helen did of old, To view the war. Your eyes will make them bolder, And raise the price of victory itself. [All go out but Perseus, who has observed Demetrius. and Erixene all this time conversing, and stays behind thoughtful and disturb'd. Before PERSEUS. my face she feeds him with her smiles: Enter PERICLES PERICLES. Where is my prince? The nation's on the wing; A garland, or a trophy: And shall Perseus Vengeance! PERSEUS. PERICLES. [Shouts within. Hear how with shouts they rend the skies! PERSEUS. Give me my vengeance! PERICLES. Forty thousand men, In polish'd armour, shine against the sun. PERSEUS. Dare but another word, and not of vengeance, Shalt thou dare give encouragement to Perseus? Where are you going? PERICLES. PERSEUS. To the mock encounter. PERICLES. What more like mock encounter than the true? PERSEUS. Enough-He's dead! 'Twas accident; 'twas error: No matter what. Ten thousand share the blame. PERICLES. Hold, Sir! I had forgot: On this occasion, PERSEUS. An osier were enough. Who pains my heart, plants thunder in But should this fail PERICLES. PERSEUS. Impossible! PERICLES. my hand. But, should it, The banquet follows. PERSEUS. Poison in his wine, I thank the gods! my spirits are reviv'd! PERICLES. Nay, should both fail, the field and banquet too, |