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My lord the emperor, resolve me this;

But floods of tears will drown my oratory, Was it well done of rash Virginius,

And break my very utterance; even i'the time To slay his daughter with his own right hand, When it should move you to attend me most, Because she was enforc'd, stain'd, and deflour'd ? Lending your kind commiseration : Sat. It was, Andronicus.

Here is a captain, let him tell the tale: Tit. Your reason, mighty lord !

Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him speak, Sat. Because the girl should not survive her Luc. Then, noble auditory, be it known to you, shame,

That cursed Chiron and Demetrius And by her presence still renew his sorrows. Were they that murdered our emperor's brother;

Tit. A reason mighty, strong, and effectual ; And they it were that ravished our sister : A pattern, precedent, and lively warrant,

For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded ; For ine, most wretched to perform the like: - Our father's tears despis'd; and basely cozen'd Die, die, Lavinia, and thy shame with thee; Of that true band, that fought Rome's quarrel out,

[He kills LAVINIA. And sent her enemies unto the grave. And, with thy shame, thy father's sorrow die ! Lastly, myself unkindly banished, Sat. What hast thou done, unnatural, and un- The gates shut on me, and turn’d weeping out, kind ?

To beg relief among Rome's enemies ; Tit. Kill'd her, for whom my tears have made me Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, blind.

And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend I am as woful as Virginius was :

And I am the turn’d-forth, be it known to you, And have a thousand times more cause than he That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; To do this outrage; - and it is now done.

And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sat. What, was she ravish'd ? tell, who did the Sheathing the steel in my advent’rous body. deed.

Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I; Tit. Will't please you eat ? will't please your | My scars can witness, dumb although they are, highness feed ?

That my report is just, and full of truth. Tam. Why hast thou slain thine only daughter But, soft; methinks, I do digress too much, thus?

Citing my worthless praise : 0, pardon me; Tit. Not I; 'twas Chiron, and Demetrius : For when no friends are by, men praise themselves. They ravish'd her, and cut away her tongue,

Mar. Now is my turn to speak; Behold this child, And they, 'twas they, that did her all this wrong.

Printing to the child in the arms of un Sat. Go, fetch them hither to us presently.

Attendant. Tit. Why, there they are both, baked in that pye; Of this was Tamora delivered ; Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,

The issue of an irreligious Moor, Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.

Chief architect and plotter of these woes; 'Tis true, 'tis true ; witness my knife's sharp point. The villain is alive in Titus' house,

[Killing Tamora. Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true. Sat. Die, frantick wretch, for this accursed deed. Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge

(Killing Titus. These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, Luc. Can the son's eye behold his father bleed ? Or more than any living man could bear. There's meed for meed, death for a deadly deed. Now you have leard the truth,what say you, Romans

[Kills SATURNINUS. A great tumult. The Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein,

people in confusion disperse. Marcus, And, from the place where you behold us now,
Lucius, and their partisans ascend the The poor remainder of Andronici
steps before Titus's house.

Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, Mar. You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, Rome,

And make a mutual closure of our house. By uproar sever'd, like a flight of fowl

Speak, Romans, speak; and, if you say, we shall, Scatter'd by winds and high tempestuous gusts, Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. 0, let me teach you how to knit again

Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Rome, This scatter'd corn into one mutual sheaf,

And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, These broken limbs again into one body.

Lucius our emperor; for, well I know, Sen. Lest Rome herself be bane unto herself ; The common voice do cry, it shall be so. And she, whom mighty kingdoms court'sy to, Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail ; Rome's Like a forlorn and desperate cast-away,

royal emperor ! Do shameful execution on herself, But if my frosty signs and chaps of

Lucius, fc. descenu.

age, Grave witnesses of true experience,

Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house ; Cannot induce you to attend my words,

[To an Attendant. Speak, Rome's dear friend; [To Lucius.] is erst And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, our ancestor,

To be adjudg'd some direful slaughtering death, When with his solemn tongue he did discourse, As punishment for his most wicked life. To love-sick Dido's sad attending ear,

Rom. [Several speak. ] Lucius, all hail ; Rome's The story of that baleful burning night,

gracious governor !
When subtle Greeks surpriz'd king Priam’s Troy ; Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I govern so,
Tell us, what Sinon hath bewitch'd our ears, To heal Rome's harins, and wipe away ber woe!
Or who hath brought the fatal engine in,

But, gentle people, give me aim awhile, -
That gives our Troy, our Rome, the civil wound. For nature puts me to a heavy task ;
My heart is not compact of flint, nor steel;

Stand all aloof; — but, uncle, draw you near, Nor can I utter all our bitter grief,

To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk:

of us

0, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips. Give sentence on this execrable wretch,

[Kisses Titus.

That hath been breeder of these dire events. These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd face, Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish him; The last true duties of thy noble son !

There let him stand, and rave and cry for food : Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, If any one relieves or pities him, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips :

For the offence he dies. This is our doom. O, were the sum of these that I should pay

Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth. Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them!

Aar. O, why should wrath be mute, and fury Luc. Come hither, boy ; come, come, and learn

dumb ?

I am no baby, I, that with base prayers To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee well: I should repent the evils I have done ; Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,

Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; Would I perform, if I might have my will Many a mattor hath he told to thee,

If one good deed in all my life I did, Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy;

I do repent it from my very soul. In that respect then, like a loving child,

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,

hence, Because kind nature doth require it so :

And give him burial in his father's grave : Friends should associate friends in grief and woe : My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with Bid him farewell ; commit him to the grave;

Be closed in our household's monument. Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. As for that heinous tiger, Tamora, Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with all my No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, heart

No mournful bell shall ring her burial; Would I were dead, so you did live again!

But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey : O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping ; Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth. And, being so, shall have like want of pity.

See justice done to Aaron, that damn’d Noor, Enter Attendants, with Aaron.

By whom "sur heavy haps had their beginning: I Rom. You sad Andronici, have don ith | Then, at erwards, to order well the state ; Woes;

That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

PERICLES,

PRINCE OF TYRE. .

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

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ANTIOCHUS, King of Antioch.

Boult, their servant.
PERICLES, Prince of Tyre.

Gower, as Chorus.
HELICANUS,
ESCANES,
two lords of Tyre.

The Daughter of Antiochus.
SIMONIDES, King of Pentapolis.

Dionyza, wife to Cleon. Cleon, governor of Tharsus.

Thaisa, daughter to Simonides. LYSIMACHUS, governor of Mitylene.

Marina, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa. CERIMON, a lord of Ephesus.

LYCHORIDA, nurse to Marina.
THALIARD, a lord of Antioch.

Diana.
PHILEMON, servant to Cerimon.
LEONINE, servant to Dionyza.

Lords, Ladies, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Piralesy Marshal.

Fishermen, and Messengers, &c. A Pander, and his Wife.

SCENE, - dispersedly in various Countries.

ACT I.

Enter Gower.

Before the Palace of ANTIOCH.
To sing 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 ember-eves, and holy-ales ;
And lords and ladies of their lives
Have read it for restoratives :
'Purpose to make men glorious;
Et quo antiquius, eo melius.
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 busom, 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 :
Which to prevent, he made a law,
(To keep her still, and men in awe,)
That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
His riddle told not, lost his life :
So for her many a wight did die,
As yon grim looks do testify.
What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye
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Daugh. In all, save that, may'st thou proye prus SCENE I. Antioch. A Room in the Palace.

perous !

In all, save that, I wish thee happiness! Enter ANTIOCHUS, Pericles, and Attendants.

Per. Like a bold champion, I assume t'ie lists,
Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large Nor ask advice of any other thought
receiv'd

But faithfulness, and courage.
The danger of the task you undertake.
Per. have, Antiochus, and with a soul

[He reads the Riddle. ] Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,

I am no viper, yet I feed Think death no hazard, in this enterprise. [Musick.

On mother's flesh, which did me lreed : Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like

I sought a husband, in which labour, bride,

I found that kindness in a father.
For the embracements even of Jove himself;

He's father, son, and husband mild,
At whose conception, (till Lucina reign’d,)
Nature this dowry gave, to glad her

I mother, wife, and yet his child.
presence,

How they may be, and yet in tuo, The senate-house of planets all did sit,

As you will live, resolve it you.
To knit in her their best perfections.

Sharp physick is the last : but you powers !
Enter the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS.

That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts, Per. See, where she comes, apparell'd like the Why cloud they not their siglits perpetually, spring,

If this be true, which makes me pale to read it? Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still Of every virtue gives renown to men!

[ Takes hold of the hand of the Princess. Her face, the book of praises, where is read

Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill : Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence But I must tell you,

now, my thoughts revolt; Sorrow were ever ras'd, and testy wrath

For he's no man on whom perfections wait, Could never be her mild companion.

That knowing sin within, will touch the gate. Ye gods that made me man, and sway in love, You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings ; That have inflam'd desire in my breast,

Who, finger'd to make man his lawful musick, To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,

Would draw heaven down, and all the gmis to Or die in the adventure, be my helps,

hearken; As I am son and servant to your will,

But, being play'd upon before your time, To compass such a boundless happiness!

Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime : Ant. Prince Pericles,

Good sooth, I care not for you. Per. That would be son to great Antiochus. Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not upon thy life,

Ant. Before thee stands this fair Ilesperides For that's an article within our law, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'il; As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expir'd; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard : Either expound now, or receive your sentence. Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view

Per. Great king, A countless glory, which desert must gain :

Few love to hear the sins they love to act; And which, without desert, because thine eye 'Twould 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it. Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die. Who has a book of all that monarchs do, Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself,

He's more secure to keep it shut, than shown; Drawn by report, advent'rous by desire,

For vice repeated, is like the wand'ring wind, Tell thee with speechless tongues, and semblance Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself; pale,

And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, That, without covering, save yon field of stars, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear: They here stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars ; To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist

casts For going on death's net, whom none resist. Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell, the earth is Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught

wrong'd My frail mortality to know itself,

By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die And by those fearful objects to prepare

for't. This body, like to them, to what I must :

Kings are earth's gods : in vice their law's their For death remember'd, should be like a mirror,

will; Who tells us, life's but breath ; to trust it, error. And if Jove stray, who dares say, Jove doth ill ? I'll make my will then ; and as sick men do, It is enough you know ; and it is fit, Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling woe, What being more known grows worse, to smother it. Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst they did;

All love the womb that their first beings bred, So I bequeath a happy peace to you,

Then give my tongue like leave to love my head. And all good men, as every prince should do ; Ant. Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found My riches to the earth from whence they came :

the meaning; But my unspotted fire of love to you.

But I will gloze with him. [ Aside.] Young prince [To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS.

of Tyre, Thus ready for the way of life or death,

Though by the tenour of our strict edíct, I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus,

Your exposition misinterpreting,
Scorning advice.

We might proceed to cancel of your days;
Ant.
Read the conclusion then ;

Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree
Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, As your fair self, doth tune us otherwiso .
As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed. Forty days longer we do respite you ;

we mean

If by which time our secret be undone,
This mercy shows, we'll joy in such a son :

SCENE II. --Tyre. A Room in the Palace.
And until then, your entertain shall be,
As doth befit our honour, and your worth.

Enter PERICLES, HELICANUS, and other Lords. (Ereunt ANTIOCHUS, his Daughter, and Per. Let none disturb us: Why this charge of Attendants.

thoughts? Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin ! The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy, When what is done is like an hypocrite,

By me so us'd a guest is, not an hour, The which is good in nothing but in sight.

In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night, If it be true that I interpret false,

(The tomb where grief should sleep,) can breed me Then were it certain, you were not so bad,

quiet! As with foul incest to abuse your soul;

Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun Where now you're both a father and a son,

them, By your untimely claspings with your child, And danger, which I feared, is at Antioch, (Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father ;) Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here : And she an eater of her mother's flesh,

Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, By the defiling of her parent's bed ;

Nor yet the other's distance comfort me. And both like serpents are, who though they feed Then it is thus : the passions of the mind, On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.

That have their first conception by mis-dread, Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men

Have after-nourishment and life by care; Blush not in actions blacker than the night,

And what was first but fear what might be done, Will shun no course to keep them from the light. Grows elder now, and cares it be not done. One sin, I know, another doth provoke ;

And so with me;

the great Antiochus Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. ('Gainst whom I am too little to contend, Poison and treason are the hands of sin,

Since he's so great, can make his will his act,) Ay, and the targets to put off the shame :

Will think me speaking, though I swear to Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear,

silence;
By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear. [Exit. Nor boots it me to say, I honour him,

If he suspect I may dishonour him :
Re-enter ANTIOCHUS.

And what may make him blush in beii g known, Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which He'll stop the course by which it might be known;

With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land, To have his head.

And with the ostent of war will look so huge, He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy, Amazement shall drive courage from the state ; Nor tell the world, Antiochus doth sin

Our men be vanquish’d, ere they do resist, In such a loathed manner :

And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence : And therefore instantly this prince must die; Which care of them, not pity of myself, For by his fall my honour must keep high.

(Who am no more but as the tops of trees, Who attends on us there?

Which fence the roots they grow by, and defend

them,) Enter THALIARD).

Makes both my body pine, and soul to languish, Thal.

Doth your highness call ? And punish that before, that he would punish. Ant. Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our 1 Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred mind

breast ! Partakes her private actions to your secresy :

2 Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, And for your faithfulness we will advance you.

Peaceful and comfortable ! Thaliard, behold here's poison, and here's gold ; Hel. Peace, peace, my lords, and give experience We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill

tongue.

They do abuse the king, that flatter him : It fits thee not to ask the reason why,

For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ; Because we bid it. Say, is it done ?

The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark, Thal.

My lord,

To which that breath gives heat and stronger 'Tis done.

glowing ; Enter a Messenger

Whereas reproof, obedient, and in order,

Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. Ant. Enough;

When signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace, Lest your breath cool yourself, telling your haste. He flatters you, makes war upon your life : Mess. My lord, prince Pericles is fled.

Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please;

[Exit Messenger. I cannot be much lower than my knees. Ant.

As thou

Per. All leave us else ; but let your cares o'erlook Wilt live, fly after : and, as an arrow, shot

What shipping, and what lading's in our haven, From a well-experienc'd archer, hits the mark And then return to us. (Exeunt Lords.] Helicanus, His eye doth level at, so ne'er return,

thou Unless thou say, Prince Pericles is dead.

Hast moved us: what seest thou in our looks? Thal. My lord, if I

Hel. An angry brow, dread lord. Can get him once within my pistol's length,

Per. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, I'll make him sure: so farewell to your highness. How durst thy tongue move anger to our face?

[Erit.

Hel. How dare the plants look up to heaven, from ant. Thaliard, adieu ! till Pericles be dead,

whence My heart can lend no succour to my lread. (Eril. | They have their nourishment

him ;

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