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Your hearts will throb and weep to hear him Rom. [Several speak.) Lucius, all hail; speak.

Rome's gracious governor ! Luc. T'hen, noble auditory, be it known to you, Luc. Thanks, gentle Romans; May I governso, That cursed Chiron and Demetrius

To heal Rome's harms, and wipe away her woe! Were they that murdered our emperor's brother; But, gentle people, give me aim a while,And they it were that ravished our sister : For nature puts me to a heavy task ;For their fell faults our brothers were beheaded ; Stand all aloof;—but, uncle, draw you near, Our father's tears despis’d; and basely cozen'd To shed obsequious tears upon this trunk :Of that true hand, that fought Rome's quarrel O, take this warm kiss on thy pale cold lips, out,

[Kisses Titus. And sent her enemies unto the grave.

These sorrowful drops upon thy blood-stain'd Lastly, myself unkindly banished,

face, The gates shut on me, and turn’d weeping out, The last true duties of thy noble son! To beg relief among Rome's enemies ;

Mar. Tear for tear, and loving kiss for kiss, Who drown'd their enmity in my true tears, Thy brother Marcus tenders on thy lips : And op'd their arms to embrace me as a friend: 0, were the sum of these that I should pay And I am the turn’d-forth, be it known to you, Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them! That have preserv'd her welfare in my blood; Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn And from her bosom took the enemy's point, Sheathing the steel in my advent'rous body. To melt in showers: Thy grandsire lov'd thee Alas! you know, I am no vaunter, I;

well : My scars can witness, dumb although they are, Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee, That my report is just, and full of truth. Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow; But, soft; methinks, I do digress too much, Many a matter hath he told to thee, Citing my worthless praise: 0, pardon me; Meet, and agreeing with thine infancy; For when no friends are by, men praise them- In that respect then, like a loving child, selves.

Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring, Mar. Now is my turn to speak : Behold this Because kind nature doth require it so: child, [Pointing to the child in the arms Friends should associate friends in grief and woe: of an Attendant.

Bid him farewell ; commit him to the grave; Of this was Tamora delivered ;

Do him that kindness, and take leave of him. The issue of an irreligious Moor,

Boy. O grandsire, grandsire ! even with all my Chief architect and plotter of these woes ;

heart The villain is alive in Titus' house,

'Would I were dead, so you did live again! Damn'd as he is, to witness this is true. O lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping; Now judge, what cause had Titus to revenge My tears will choke me, if I ope my mouth. These wrongs, unspeakable, past patience, Or more than any living man could bear.

Enter Attendants, with AARON. Now you have heard the truth, what say you, 1 Rom. You sad Andronici, have done with Romans ?

woes ; Have we done aught amiss ? Show us wherein, Give sentence on this execrable wretch, And, from the place where you behold us now, That hath been breeder of these dire events. The poor remainder of Andronici

Luc. Set him breast-deep in earth, and famish Will, hand in hand, all headlong cast us down, And on the ragged stones beat forth our brains, There let hínı stand, and rave and cry for food: And make a mutual closure of our house. If any one relieves or pities him, Speak, Romans, speak ; and, if you say, we shall, For the offence he dies. This is our doom : Lo, hand in hand, Lucius and I will fall. Some stay, to see him fasten'd in the earth. Æmil. Come, come, thou reverend man of Aar. 0, why should wrath be mute, and fury Rome,

dumb? And bring our emperor gently in thy hand, I am no baby, I, that with base prayers, Lucius our emperor; for, well I know, I should repent the evils I have done ; The common voice do cry, it shall be so. Ten thousand, worse than ever yet I did, Rom. [Several speak.] Lucius, all hail; Rome's Would I perform, if I might have my will; royal emperor!

If one good deed in all my life I did,

I do repent it from my very soul.
LUCIUS, fc. descend.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor Mar. Go, go into old Titus' sorrowful house ; hence,

[To an Attendant. And give him burial in his father's grave: And hither hale that misbelieving Moor, My father, and Lavinia, shall forth with To be adjudg’d some direful slaughtering death, Be closed in our household's monument. As punishment for his most wicked life. As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,

him ;

No funeral rite, nor man in mournful weeds, See justice done on Aaron, that damn’d Moor,
No mournful bell shall ring her burial; From whom our heavy haps bad their beginning:
But throw her forth to beasts, and birds of prey: Then, afterwards, to order weli the state;
Her life was beast-like, and devoid of pity; That like events may ne'er it ruinate.
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.


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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 Jords 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 buxom, blithe, and full of face,

As heaven had lent her all his grace ;

Tell thee with speechless tongues, and semblance With whom the father liking took,

pale, And her to incest did provoke:

That, without covering, save yon field of stars, Bad father! to entice his own

They here stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars; To evil, should be done by none.

And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist, By custom, what they did begin,

For going on death's net, whom none resist. Was, with long use, account no sin.

Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught The beauty of this sinful dame

My frail mortality to know itself, Made many princes thither frame,

And by those fearful objects to prepare To seek her as a bed-fellow,

This body, like to them, to what I must: In marriage-pleasures play-fellow :

For death remember'd, should be like a mirror, Which to prevent, he made a law,

Who tells us, life's but breath; to trust it, error. (To keep her still, and men in awe,)

I'll make my will then ; and, as sick men do, That whoso ask'd her for his wife,

Who know the world, seė heaven, but feeling His riddle told not, lost his life:

woe, So for her many a wight did die,

Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst they did; As yon grim looks do testify:

So I bequeath a happy peace to you, What now ensues, to th' judgment of your eye And all good men, as every prince should do; I give, my cause who best can justify.' [Exit. My riches to the earth from whence they came;

But my unspotted fire of love to you. SCENE I-Antioch. A room in the palace.

[To the daughter of Antiochus.

Thus ready for the way of life or death, Enter ANTIOCHUS, PERICLES, and Attendants.

I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus, Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large Scorning advice. receiv'd

Ant. Read the conclusion then; The danger of the task you undertake.

Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, Per. I have, Antiochus, and with a soul As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed. Embolden'd with the glory of her praise, Daugh. In all, save that, may’st thou prove Think death no hazard in this enterprize.

prosperous !

[Music. In all, save that, I wish thee happiness! Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed likeabride, Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the lists, For the embracements even of Jove himself; Nor ask advice of

any other thought At whose conception (till Lucina reign’d,)

But faithfulness, and

courage. Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence, The senate-house of planets all did sit,

[He reads the Riddle.] To knit in her their best perfections. Enter the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS.

I am no viper, yet I feed

On mother's flesh, which did me breed : Per. See, where she comes, apparella like the I sought a husband, in which labour, spring,

I found that kindness in a father. Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king He's father, son, and husband mild, Of every virtue gives renown to men !

I mother, wife, and yet his child.
Her face, the book of praises, where is read

How they may be, and yet in two,
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence As you will live, resolve it you.
Sorrow were ever ras'd, and testy wrath
Could never be her mild companion.

Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers ! Ye gods, that made me man, and sway in love, That give heaven countless eyes to view men's That have inflam'd desire in my breast,

acts, To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,

Why cloud they not their sights perpetually, Or die in the adventure, be my helps,

If this be true, which makes me pale to read it? As I am son and servant to your will,

Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still, To compass such a boundless happiness !

[Takes hold of the hand of the Princess. Ant. Prince Pericles,

Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ilt:
Per. That would be son to great Antiochus. But I must tell you,-now, my thoughts revolt;
Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, For he's no man on whom perfections wait,
With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch’d; That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
For death-like dragons here affright thee hard : You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings;
Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music,
A countless glory, which desert must gain : Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to
And which, without desert, because thine eye

Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die. But, being play'd upon before your time,
Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself, Hell only danceth at so harsh & chime:
Drawn by report, advent'rous by desire, Good sooth, I care not for you.

him ;

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life, Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear, For that's an article within our law,

By flight I'll shun the danger, which I fear. As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expir'd;

[Erit. Either expound now, or receive your sentence. Per. Great king,

Re-enter Antiochus. Few love to hear the sins they love to act; Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the 'Twould 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it.

which we mean Who has a book of all that monarchs do, To have his head. He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy, For vice repeated, is like the wand'ring wind, Nor tell the world, Antiochus doth sin Blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself; In such a loathed manner: And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, And therefore instantly this prince must die; The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear: For by his fall my honour must keep high. To stop the air would hurt them. The blind Who attends on us there? mole casts

Enter THALIARD. Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell, the earth is wrong'd

Thal. Doth your highness call ? By man's oppression: and the poor worm doth Ant. Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our die for't.

mind Kings are earth's gods: in vice their law's their Partakes her private actions to your secresy; will;

And for your faithfulness we will advance you. And if Jove stray, who dares say, Jove doth ill? Thaliard, behold, here's poison, and here's gold; It is enough you know; and it is fit,

We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill What being more known grows worse, to smother it.

It fits thee not to ask the reason why,
All love the womb that their first beings bred, Because we bid it. Say, is it done?
Then give my tongue like leave to love my head. Thal. My lord,
Ant. Heaven, that I had thy head! he has 'Tis done.

found the meaning ;-
But I will gloze with him. [Aside.] Young

Enter a Messenger. prince of Tyre,

Ant. Enough; Though by the tenour of our strict edíct, Lest your

breath cool yourself, telling your haste. Your exposition misinterpreting,

Mess. My lord, prince Pericles is filed. We might proceed to cancel of your days;

[Exit Messenger. Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree

Ant. As thou As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise: Wilt live, fly after : and as an arrow, shot Forty days longer we do respite you ;

From a well-experienc'd archer, hits the mark If by which time our secret be undone, His eye doth level at, so ne'er return, This mercy shows, we'll joy in such a son: Unless thou say, Prince Pericles is dead. And until then, your entertain shall be,

Thal. My lord, if I As doth befit our honour and your worth. Can get him once within my pistol's length,

[Exeunt Antiochus, his daughter, and 111 make him sure : so farewell to your high

Attendants. Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin ! Ant. Thaliard, adieu ! till Pericles be dead, When what is done is like an hypocrite, My heart can lend no succour to my head. The which is good in nothing but in sight.

[Erit. If it be true that I interpret false, Then were it certain, you were not so bad, SCENE II.-Tyre. A room in the palace. As with foul incest to abuse your soul; Where now you're both a father and a son,

Enter PERICLES, HELICANUS, and other Lords. By your untimely

claspings with your child, Per. Let none disturb us: Why this charge (Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father ;) of thoughts? And she an eater of her mother's flesh, The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy, By the defiling of her parent's bed ;

By me so us'à a guest is, not an hour, And both like serpents are, who though they feed In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night, On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed. (The tomb where grief should sleep,) can breed Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men me quiet! Blush not in actions blacker than the night, Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes Will shun no course to keep them from the light. shun them, One sin, I know, another doth provoke; And danger, which I feared, is at Antioch, Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke. Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here? Poison and treason are the hands of sin, Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame: Nor yet the other's distance comfort me.




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