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He's more secure to keep it 'shut, than shown ;
For vice repeated, is like the wand'ring wind,
Blows dust in other's 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


Copp'd 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 smoth

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All love the womb that their first being bred, Then give my tongue like leave to love my headi Ant. Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found

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

of Tyre,
Though, by the tenour of our strick edíct,
Your exposition misinterpreting,
We might proceed to cancel of your days;:
Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree
As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise :
Forty days longer we do respite you;
If by which time our secret be undone,
This mercy shows, we'll joy in such a son
And until then, your entertain shall be,
As doch befit our honour, and your

worth. [Exeunt Antiochys, his daughter, and Attend. - Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin! When what is done is like an bypocrite,


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The which is good id nothing but in sight..
If it be true that I interpret false,
Then were it certain, you were not so bad,
As with foul incest to abuse your soul; '10.
Where now you're both a father and a son,
By your untimely claspings with your child,
(Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father ;)
And she an eater, of her mother's flesha
By the defiling of her parent's bed;
Apd both like serpents are , who though they feed
On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.
Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those . men
Blush not in actions blacker ihan the night,
Will shun vo course to keep them from the light,
One sin , I know, another doth provoke;
Murder's as near to lust, as flame to smoke.
Poison and treason are the hands of sin, ,
Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame:
Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear,
By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear. [Exit

Ant. He hath found the meaning, for the which

we mean
To have his head."
He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy,
Nor tell the world, Antiochus doth sin
In such a loathed mapper:
And therefore instantly this Prince must die;
For by his fall my honour must keep high.
Who attends on us there?

Thal. Doth your Highness call?
Ant.' Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our


Partakes her private actions to your scoresy :
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


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It fils thee not to ask the reason why,
Because we bid it. Say, is it done?

Thal. My Lord, 'Tis done.

Enter a Messenger: Ant. Enough; Lest your breath cool yourself, telling your haste, Mess, My Lord, Prince Pericles is fled.

[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 doch level at, so thou ne'er return, Unless thou say, Prince Pericles is dead.

Thal. My lord, if I Can get him once within my pistol's length, I'll make him sure : so farewell to your Highness.

[Exit. Ant. Thaliard, adieu! till Pericles be dead, My heart cau levd no succour to my head. (Exit,


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-eyd melancholy, By me so us'd a guest is not an hour,

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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 shuă

them, And langer;' which I feared, is at Antioch, Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here: Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, Nor yet the other's distance comfort me. Then it is thus: the passion of the mivd, That have their first conception by mis-dread, Have after Dourishment and life by care ; And what was firstübut fear what might be done, Grows elder now, and cares it be pot done. And so with me; ta ihe great Antiocbus (Gainst whom I am too hidle to contend, Since he's so great; can maker his will his act,) Will think nie speaking, tbongh I swear to silence ; Nor boots Citi mne to say, Khopour bim, If he suspect I may dishonour bim: And what may make him blush in being known, He'll stop the course by wbich it might be known With hostile forces he'll p'erspread the land, and with the ostent of war will look so huge, Amazement shall drive courage from the state; T Our men be vanquisb’d, e'er they do resist, And subjects punish'd, that ne'er tbought offence :

Whichi cane of them, not pity bf myself, < (Who am po more but as the tops of trees, Which fence the roots they grow by, and defend

them,) Makes both my body pine, and soul to languish, And punish that before, that he would punish.

1. Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast!

. Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, Peaceful and comfortable !

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Hel. Peace, peace, my Lords, and give expe

rience tougue. They do abuse the King, that flatler him: Far flattery is the bellows blowe np sing.. The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark, To which that breath gives heat and stronger glow.

s: ing; Whereas reproof , obedient, and in order, Fits Kings, as they are men, for they may err. When signior Soothibere does proclaim a peace, He fátters you, makes (war upon your life : Prince, pardon me,br strike me if you please ; I cannot be much lower than imy knees.com ? Per.. All leave us else ; but let your caves :o'er

look What shipping, and what lading's in our haven, And then return tol us. [Exeunt Lords.] Helicat

pus, thout Hast mov'd us what seest thou in our looks?

Hel. An avgry brow, dread Lord.

Per.' If there be such a dart in Princes' frowns, How durst thy tongue. move anger to our face? Hel. How dare the plants look up to heaven,

from whence They have their nourishment?

Per. -Thou kuow'st I have power: .!!? To take thy life. Ta

Hel. [Kneeling.) I have ground the axe myself; Do you but strike the blow.

Per. Rise, pr’ythee rise; Sit down , sit down ; thou art po flatterer : I tháok thee for it; and high beaven 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 bave me do 2.

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