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Rise, pr'ythce rise; Sit down, sit down; thou art no 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?
Hel. With patience bear Such griefs as you do lay upon yourself.
Per. Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus:
'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss.
Thal. So, this is Tyre, and this is the court. Here must I kill king Pericles; and if I do not, I am sure to be hanged at home: 'tis dangerous. - - Well, I perceive he was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that being bid to ask what he would of the king, desired he might know none of his secrets. Now do I see he had some reason for it: for if a king bid a man be a villain, he is bound by the indenture of his oath to be one. Hush, here come the lords of Tyre.
I shall not be hang'd now, although I would;
Hel. Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.
With message unto princely Pericles;
SCENE IV. - Tharsus. A Room in the
Enter CLEON, DIONYZA, and Attendants.
Dio. That were to blow at fire, in hope to quen it;
For who digs hills because they do aspire, Throws down one mountain, to cast up a highe O my distressed lord, even such our griefs;
Here they're but felt, and seen with mistful eyes,
Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it,
Cle. This Tharsus, o'er which I have government, (A city, on whom plenty held full hand,) For riches, strew'd herself even in the streets; Whose towers bore heads so high, they kiss'd the clouds,
And strangers ne'er beheld, but wonder'd at;
Cle. But see what heaven can do! By this our
These mouths, whom but of late, earth, sea, and air,
Dio. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it.
Enter a Lord.
Lord. Where's the lord governor?
Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste.
Lord. We have descried, upon our neighbouring shore,
A portly sail of ships make hitherward.
One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,
Have stuff'd these hollow vessels with their power,
Lord. That's the least fear; for, by the semblance
Of their white flags display'd, they bring us peace, And come to us as favourers, not as foes.
Cle. Thou speak'st like him's untutor'd to repeat, Who makes the fairest show, means most deceit. But bring they what they will, what need we fear? The ground's the lowest, and we are half way there. Go tell their general, we attend him here,
To know for what he comes, and whence he comes, And what he craves.
Lord. I go, my lord.
Cle. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist; If wars, we are unable to resist.
Enter PERICLES, with Attendants.
Per. Lord governor, for so we hear you are,
Are stor'd with corn, to make your needy bread, And give them life, who are hunger-starv'd, half dead.
All. The gods of Greece protect you! And we'll pray for you.
Per. Rise, I pray you, rise; We do not look for reverence, but for love, And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men. Cle. The which when any shall not gratify, Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought, Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves, The curse of heaven and men succeed their evils! Till when, (the which, I hope, shall ne'er be seen,) Your grace is welcome to our town and us. Per. Which welcome we'll accept ; feast here a while,
Until our stars that frown, lend us a smile.
Gow. Here have you seen a mighty king His child, I wis, to incest bring; A better prince, and benign lord, 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,
(To whom I give my benizon,)
But tidings to the contrary
Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?
Enter at one door PERICLES, talking with CLEON; all the Train with them. Enter at another door a Gentleman, with a letter to PERICLES; PERICLES shows the letter to CLEON ; then gives the Messenger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt PERICLES, CLEON, &c. severally.
Gow. Good Helicane hath staid at home,
Per. Yet cease your ire, ye angry stars of heaven! Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man Is but a substance that must yield to you; And I, as fits my nature, do obey you. Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks, Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath Nothing to think on, but ensuing death: Let it suffice the greatness of your powers, To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes; And having thrown him from your watry grave, Here to have death in peace, is all he'll crave. Enter Three Fishermen.
1 Fish. What, ho, Pilche!
2 Fish. Ho! come, and bring away the nets. 1 Fish. What Patch-breech, I say!
S Fish. What say you, master?
1 Fish. Look how thou stirrest now! come away, or I'll fetch thee with a wannion.
3 Fish. 'Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us, even now.
1 Fish. Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us, to help them, when, well-a-day, we could scarce help
3 Fish. Nay, master, said not I as much, when I saw the porpus, how he bounced and tumbled? they say, they are half fish, half flesh : a plague on them, they ne'er come, but I look to be washed. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land; the great ones
3 Fish. We would purge the land of these drones, that rob the bee of her honey.
Per. How from the finny subject of the sea
2 Fish. Honest! good fellow, what's that? if it be a day fits you, scratch it out of the calendar, and no body will look after it.
Per. Nay, see, the sea hath cast upon your
2 Fish. What a drunken knave was the sea, to cast thee in our way!
Per. A man whom both the waters and the wind, In that vast tennis-court, hath made the ball For them to play upon, entreats you pity him; He asks of you, that never us'd to beg.
1 Fish. No, friend, cannot you beg? here's them in our country of Greece, gets more with begging, than we can do with working.
2 Fish. Canst thou catch any fishes then? Per. I never practis'd it.
2 Fish. Nay, then thou wilt starve sure; for here's nothing to be got now a-days, unless thou can'st
Per. What I have been, I have forgot to know; But what I am, want teaches me to think on; A man shrunk up with cold: my veins are chill, And have no more of life, than may suffice To give my tongue that heat, to ask your help; Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, For I am a man, pray see me buried.
1 Fish. Die quoth-a? Now gods forbid! I have a gown here; come put it on; keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting-days, and moreo'er puddings and flapjacks; and thou shalt be welcome.
Per. I thank you, sir.
2 Fish. Hark you, my friend, you said you could not beg.
Per. I did but crave.
1 Fish. Hark you, sir! do you know where you
Per. Not well.
Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided
Of a pair of bases.
2 Fish. We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my
1 Fish. Why, I'll tell you: this is called Penta- best gown to make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee polis, and our king, the good Simonides.
Per. The good king Simonides, do you call him? 1 Fish. Ay, sir; and he deserves to be so called, for his peaceable reign, and good government.
Per. He is a happy king, since from his subjects He gains the name of good, by his government. How far is his court distant from this shore?
1 Fish. Marry, sir, half a day's journey; and I'll tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is her birth-day; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world, to just and tourney for her love.
Per. Did but my fortunes equal my desires, I'd wish to make one there.
1 Fish. O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man cannot get, he may lawfully deal for his wife's soul.
Re-enter the Two Fishermen, drawing up a net. 2 Fish. Help, master, help; here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out. Ha! bots on't, 'tis come at last, and 'tis turned to a rusty armour.
Per. An armour, friends! I pray you, let me
Thanks, fortune, yet, that after all my crosses,
Which my dead father did bequeath to me,
Per. To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of
For it was sometime target to a king;
I know it by this mark. He lov'd me dearly, And for his sake, I wish the having of it; And that you'd guide me to your sovereign's court, Where with't I may appear a gentleman; And if that ever my low fortunes better, I'll pay your bounties; till then, rest your debtor. 1 Fish. Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady? Per. I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms. 1 Fish. Why, do ye take it, and the gods give thee good on't!
2 Fish. Ay, but hark you, my friend; 'twas we that made up this garment through the rough seams of the waters: there are certain condolements, certain vails. I hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from whence you had it.
Per. Believe't, I will.
Now, by your furtherance, I am cloth'd in steel;
to the court myself.
Per. Then honour be but a goal to my will; This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. A publick Way, or Platform, leading to the Lists. A Pavilion by the side of it, for the reception of the King, Princess, Lords, &c.
Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants. Sim. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph? 1 Lord. They are, my liege;
And stay your coming to present themselves.
In honour of whose birth these triumphs are,
Thai. Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll per-
Enter a Knight; he passes over the stage, and his Squire presents his shield to the Princess.
Sim. Who is the first that doth prefer himself?" Thai. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father; And the device he bears upon his shield Is a black Æthiop, reaching at the sun; The word, Lur tua vita mihi.
Sim. He loves you well, that holds his life of you. [The second Knight passes.
Who is the second, that presents himself?
Sim. And what's the third?
Thai. The third of Antioch; And his device, a wreath of chivalry: The word, Me pompa proverit apex.
[The fourth Knight passes.
Sim. What is the fourth? Thai. A burning torch, that's turned upside down; The word, Quod me alit, me extinguit.
Sim. Which shows, that beauty hath his power
Which can as well inflame, as it can kill.
[The fifth Knight passes. Thai. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds; Holding out gold, that's by the touchstone tried: The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides.
[The sixth Knight passes. Sim. And what's the sixth and last, which the knight himself
With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?
Thai. He seems a stranger; but his present is A wither'd branch, that's only green at top; The motto, In hac spe vivo.
Sim. A pretty moral;
From the dejected state wherein he is,
He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.
1 Lord. He had need mean better than his outward show
Can any way speak in his just commend :
To have practis'd more the whipstock, than the lance.
2 Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes To an honour'd triumph, strangely furnished.
3 Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust Until this day, to scour it in the dust.
Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man.
But stay, the knights are coming; we'll withdraw Into the gallery.
[Exeunt. [Great shouts, and all cry, The mean knight.
To say you are welcome, were superfluous.
Per. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than my merit. Sim. Call it by what you will, the day is
Per. Yon king's to me, like to my father's
Which tells me, in that glory once he was;
Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne.
1 Knight. Who can be other, in this royal presence?
Sim. Here, with a cup that's stor'd unto the
(As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,) We drink this health to you. Knights.
Sim. Yet pause a while;
We thank your grace.
Yon knight, methinks, doth sit too melancholy, As if the entertainment in our court
Had not a show might countervail his worth. Note it not you, Thaisa?
To me, my father?
What is it
Sim. O, attend, my daughter; Princes, in this, should live like gods above, Who freely give to every one that comes To honour them; and princes, not doing so, Are like to gnats, which make a sound, but kill'd Are wonder'd at.
Therefore to make's entrance more sweet, here say,
Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me
Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please me
better. [Aside. Sim. And further tell him, we desire to know, Of whence he is, his name and parentage.
Thai. The king my father, sir, has drunk to you. Per. I thank him.
Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life. Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
That. And further he desires to know of you,
My education being in arts and arms ;) —
A gentleman of Tyre, who only by
Of ships and men, and cast upon this shore.