To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
To lop that doubt, he’ll fill this land with arms,
And make pretence of wrong that I have done him;
When all, for mine, if I may call offence,
Must feel war’s blow, who spares not innocence:
Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
Who now reprovest me for it, —
HELICANUS.
Alas, sir!
PERICLES.
Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks,
Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts
How I might stop this tempest ere it came;
And finding little comfort to relieve them,
I thought it princely charity to grieve them.
HELICANUS.
Well, my lord, since you have given me leave to speak,
Freely will I speak. Antiochus you fear,
And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant,
Who either by public war or private treason
Will take away your life.
Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while,
Till that his rage and anger be forgot,
Or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life.
Your rule direct to any; if to me,
Day serves not light more faithful than I’ll be.
PERICLES.
I do not doubt thy faith;
But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?
HELCANUS.
We’ll mingle our bloods together in the earth,
From whence we had our being and our birth.
PERICLES.
Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus
Intend my travel, where I’ll hear from thee;
And by whose letters I’ll dispose myself.
The care I had and have of subjects’ good
On thee I lay, whose wisdom’s strength can bear it.
I’ll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath:
Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both:
But in our orbs we’ll live so round and safe,
That time of both this truth shall ne’er convince,
Thou show’dst a subject’s shine, I a true prince.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. Tyre. An antechamber in the Palace.
[Enter Thaliard.]
THALIARD. So, this is Tyre, and this the court. Here must I Kill King Pericles; and if I do it not, I am sure to be hanged at home: ‘tis dangerous. Well, I perceive he was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that, being bid to ask what he would of the king, desired he might know none of his secrets: now do I see he had some reason for ‘t; for if a king bid a man be a villain, he’s bound by the indenture of his oath to be one. Hush! here come the lords of Tyre.
[Enter Helicanus and Escanes, with other Lords of Tyre.]
HELICANUS.
You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre,
Further to question me of your king’s departure:
His seal’d commission, left in trust with me,
Doth speak sufficiently he ‘s gone to travel.
THALIARD. [Aside.]
How! the king gone!
HELICANUS.
If further yet you will be satisfied,
Why, as it were unlicensed of your loves,
He would depart, I ‘II give some light unto you.
Being at Antioch —
THALIARD. [Aside.]
What from Antioch?
HELICANUS.
Royal Antiochus — on what cause I know not
Took some displeasure at him; at least he judged so:
And doubting lest that he had err’d or sinn’d,
To show his sorrow, he ‘ld correct himself;
So puts himself unto the shipman’s toil,
With whom each minute threatens life or death.
THALIARD. [Aside.]
Well, I perceive
I shall not be hang’d now, although I would;
But since he ‘s gone, the king’s seas must please
He ‘scaped the land, to perish at the sea.
I ‘ll present myself. Peace to the lords of Tyre!
HELICANUS.
Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.
THALIARD.
From him I come
With message unto princely Pericles;
But since my landing I have understood
Your lord has betook himself to unknown travels,
My message must return from whence it came.
HELICANUS.
We have no reason to desire it,
Commended to our master, not to us:
Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire,
As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE IV. Tarsus. A room in the Governor’s house.
[Enter Cleon, the governor of Tarsus, with Dionyza, and others.]
CLEON.
My Dionyza, shall we rest us here,
And by relating tales of others’ griefs,
See if ‘twill teach us to forqet our own?
DIONYZA.
That were to blow at fire 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 are;
Here they’re but felt, and seen with mischief’s eyes,
But like to groves, being topp’d, they higher rise.
CLEON.
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 tongues 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.
DIONYZA.
I’ll do my best, sir.
CLEON.
This Tarsus, o’er which I have the government,