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Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire,-
As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre.

SCENE IV.

Tharsus. A Room in the Governor's House.
DIONYZA, and Attendants.

Cle. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here,
And by relating tales of other's griefs,
See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?

[Exeunt.

Enter CLEON,

Dio. That were to blow at tire, in hope to quench it;
For who digs hills because they do aspire,
Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.
O my distressed lord, even such our griefs;
Here they're but felt, and seen with mistful eyes,
But like to groves, being topp'd, they higher rise.
Cle. O Dionyza,

Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it,
Or can conceal his hunger, till he famish ?
Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep our woes
Into the air; our eyes do weep, till lungs
Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder; that,
If heaven slumber, while their creatures want,
They may awake their helps to comfort them.
I'll then discourse our woes, felt several years,
And wanting breath to speak, help me with tears.
Dio. I'll do my best, sir.

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;

Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'd,"
Like one another's glass to trim them by :
Their tables were stor'd full to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on, as delight;
All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great,
The name of help grew odious to repeat.
Dio. O, 'tis too true.

Cle. But see what heaven can do! By this our change, These mouths, whom but of late, earth, sea, and air,

[7] To jet is to strut, to walk proudly. So, in Twelfth Night: "Contemplation makes a rare turkey-cock of him: how he jets under his advanced plumes!" STEEVENS.

Were all too little to content and please,
Although they gave their creatures in abundance,
As houses are defil'd for want of use,

They are now starv'd for want of exercise :
Those palates, who not yet two summers younger,
Must have inventions to delight the taste,
Would now be glad of bread, and beg for it;
Those mothers who, to nousle up their babes,"
Thought nought too curious, are ready now,
To eat those little darlings whom they lov'd.
So sharp are hunger's teeth, that man and wife
Draw lots, who first shall die to lengthen life :
Here stands a lord, and there a lady weeping;
Here many sink, yet those which see them fall,
Have scarce strength left to give them burial.
Is not this true?

Dio. Our cheeks and hollow eyes dó witness it.
Cle. O, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup
And her prosperities so largely taste,

With their superfluous riots, hear these tears!1
The misery of Tharsus may be theirs.

Enter a Lord.

Lord. Where's the lord governor ?

Cle. Here.

Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st, in haste,

For comfort is too far for us to expect.

Lord. We have descried, upon our neighbouring shore,

A portly sail of ships make hitherward.

Cle. I thought as much.

One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,

That may succeed as his inheritor ;*

And so in ours some neighbouring nation,

Taking advantage of our misery,

Hath stuff'd these hollow vessels with their power,

I would read---nursle. A fondling is still called a nursling.

A kindred thought is found in King Lear :

"Take physic, pomp!

"Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,

"That thou may'st shake the superflux to them,
"And show the heavens more just."

-------sorrows never come as single spies,
"But in battalions."

[2] So, in Hamlet:

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MALONE.

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MALONE.

To beat us down, the which are down already;
And make a conquest of unhappy me,

Whereas no glory's got to overcome.3

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 low'st, 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,
Let not our ships and number of our men,
Be, like a beacon fir'd, to amaze your eyes.
We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre,
And seen the desolation of your streets :
Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears,
But to relieve them of their heavy load;
And these our ships you happily may think
Are, like the Trojan horse, war-stuff'd within,
With bloody views, expecting overthrow,

[Exit.

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,

[3] Whereas, it has been already observed, was anciently used for where. MALONE.

[4] Perhaps we should read---him who is, and regulate the metre as follows: Thou speak'st

Like him who is untutor'd to repeat, &c.

The sense is---Deluded by the pacific appearance of this navy, you talk like one, who has never learned the common adage," that the fairest outsides are most to be suspect ed."

STEEVENS.

[5] If he stands on peace. A Latin sense.

MALONE.

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.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Here have you seen a mighty king
is 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,
Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
The good in conversation

(To whom I give my benizon,)
Is still at Tharsus, where each man
Thinks all is writ he spoken can :❝
And, to remember what he does,
Gild his statue glorious:

But tidings to the contrary

Are brought your eyes; what need speak I ?

Dumb show. 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,
Not to eat honey, like a drone,

From others' labours; forth he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive;

[6] Thinks all is writ he spoken can: Pays as much respect to whatever Pericles. says, as if it were holy writ. “As true as the gospel,” is still common language.

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PERICLES..

And, to fulfil his prince' desire,
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre:
How Thaliard came full bent with sin,
And hid intent, to murder him ;
And that in Tharsus was not best
Longer for him to make his rest:
He knowing so, put forth to seas,

Where when men been, there's seldom ease;
For now the wind begins to blow ;
Thunder above, and deeps below,
Makes such unquiet, that the ship

Should house him safe, is wreck'd and split;
And he, good prince, having all lost,
By waves from coast to coast is tost;
All perishen of man, of pelf,
Ne aught escapen but himself;7
Till fortune, tir'd with doing bad,
Threw him ashore, to give him glad :

And here he comes: what shall be next,
Pardon old Gower; this long's the text.

[Exit.

SCENE I.

Pentapolis. An open Place by the Sea Side. Enter PERICLES,

wet.

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.

[7] Our ancestors had a plural number in their tenses which is now lost out of the language; e. g. in the present tense,

I escape

Thou escapest

He escapeth

We escapen
Ye escapen

They escapen.

But it did not, I believe, extend to the preter-imperfects, otherwise than thus: They

didden [for did] escape.

PERCY.

[8] The meaning of this may be---Excuse old Gower from telling you what follows. The very text to it has proved of too considerable length already.

STEEVENS.

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