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Thus ready for the way of life or death,
Read the conclusion then;
Per. Like a bold champion, I assume the lists,
[He reads the Riddle.]
flesh, which did me breed :
Sharp physick is the last : but O you powers !
[Takes hold of the hand of the princess.
For he's no man on whom perfections wait,
di Either expound now, or receive your sentence. Per. Great king,
DIA Few love to hear the sins they love to act; 'Twould 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it, Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut, than shown; For vice repeated, is like the wand'ring wind,
V Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear : To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casts Coppd? hills towards heaven, to tell, the earth is
wrong'd By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die for't. Kings are earth’s gods : in vice their law's their will; And if Jove stray, who dares say, Jove doth ill? It is enough you know; and it is fit, What being more known grows worse, to smother it. All love the womb that their first beings bred, Then give my tongue like leave to love my head.
7 Rising to a top or head.
Ant. Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found
the meaning ;But I will gloze with him. [Aside.] Young prince of
your fair self, doth tune us otherwise : Forty days longer we do respite you ;
by which time our secret be undone, his mercy shows, we'll joy in such a son : id until then, your entertain shall be, 3 doth befit our honour, and your
8 Flatter, insinuate.
9 To the destruction of your life. I Whereas.
Antioch, farewell ! for wisdom sees, those men
Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which we
To have his head.
Enter THALIARD. Thal.
Doth your highness call? Ant. Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our mind Partakes her private actions to your secresy; And for your faithfulness we will advance you. Thaliard, behold, here's poison, and here's gold; We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him ; It fits thee not to ask the reason why, Because we bid it. Say, is it done?
Thal, "Tis done.
Enter a Messenger. Ant. Enough; Lest your breath cool yourself, telling your haste. Mess, My lord, prince Pericles is filed.
[Exit Messenger. Ant.
As thou Wilt live, fly after: and, as an arrow, shot From a well-experienc'd archer, hits the mark His eye
doth level at, so ne'er return, Unless thou say, Prince Pericles is dead.
Thal. My lord, if I
[Exit. Ant. Thaliard, adieu ! till Pericles be dead, My heart can lend no succour to my
Tyre. A Room in the Palace.
| Enter Pericles, HelicanUs, and other Lords. Per. Let none disturb us : Why this charge of
thoughts ? The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy, By me so us'd a guest is, not an hour, In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night, (The tomb where grief should sleep,) can breed me
quiet ! Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun