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- # Pericles Prince of Tyree
in hast, for comfort is too farre for vs to expect.
**Lord.** Wee haue deferyed vpon our neighbouring shore, a portlie saile of ships make hitherward.
**Clem.** I thought as much.
One forrowe neuer comes but brings an heire,
That may succede as his inheritor:
And so in ours, some neighbouring nation,
Taking advantage of our miserie,
That stuff't the hollow vessels with their power,
To beat vs downe, the which are downe aircadie,
And make a conquest of vnhappie mee,
Whereas no glories got to ouercome.
**Lord.** That's the least feare.
For by the semblance of their white flagges displayde, they bring vs peace, and come to vs as sauourers, not as foes.
**Clem.** Thou speak't like himnes vntuired to repeat,
Who makes the fairest showe, meanes most deceipt,
But bring they what they will, and what they can,
What need wee haue our grounds the lowest?
And wee are haise way there: Gne tell their Generall wee attend him heere, to know for what he comes, and whence he comes, and what he craues?
**Lord.** I goe my Lord.
**Clem.** Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist,
If warres, wee are vnable to resist.
# Enter Pericles with attendants.
**P. Lord Gouernour**, for so wee heare you are,
Let not our Ships and number of our men,
Be like a beacon fier'de, t'amaze your eyes,
Wee haue heard your miseries as farre as Tyree,
And scene the desolation of your streets,
Nor come we to addes sorrow to your tears,
But to relieve them of their heavy loade,
And these our Ships you happily may thinke,
Aro
I. iv. 58—92
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