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- ## Enter all the Lords to Pericles.
1. Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred brett.
2. Lord. And keepe your mind till you returne to vs peacefull and comfortable.
**Hels.** Peace, peace, and glue experience tongue,
They doe abuse the King that flatter him,
For flatterie is the bellowes blowes vp sinne,
The thing the which is flattered, but a sparke,
To which that sparke giues heate, and stronger
Glowing, whereas reproofe obedient and in order,
Fits kings as they are men, for they may erre,
When figuier sooth here does proclaime peace,
He flatters you, makes warre vpon your life.
Prince paadon me, or strike me if you please,
I cannot be much lower then my knees.
**Per.** All leave vs else: but let your cares ore-looke,
What shipping, and what ladings in our hauen,
And then returne to vs, Hellicans thou hast,
Mooude vs, what scest thou in our lookes?
**Hels.** An angrie brow, dread Lord.
**Per.** If there be such a dart in Princes frowns,
How durst thy tongue moue anger to our face?
**Hels.** How dares the plants looke vp to heaven,
From
I. ii. 22—55
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
From whence they have their nourishment?
**Per.** Thou knowest I have power to take thy life from
**Hel.** I have ground the Axe my selfe,
(they)
Doe but you strike the blowe.
**Per.** Rife, prethee rife, sit downe, thou art no flatterer,
I thank thee fort, and he auë forbid
That kings should let their cares heare their faults hid.
Fit Counsellor, and seruant for a Prince,
Who by thy wifdome makes a Prince thy seruant,
What wouldst thou haue me doe?
**Hel.** To beare with patience such griefes as you your
selfe doe lay vpon your selfe.
**Per.** Thou speakst like a Physition Hellicanus,
That ministers a potion vnto me:
That thou wouldst tremble to receive thy selfe,
Attend me then, I went to Antioch,
Whereas thou knowst against the face of death,
I sought the purchase of a glorious beautic,
From whence an issue I might propogate,
Are armes to Princes, and being ioies to subiects,
Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder,
The rest harke in thine care, as blacke as incest,
Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father
Seemde not to strike, but smooth, but thou knowst this,
Tis time to seare when tyrants seemes to kisse.
Which seare so grew in me I hither fled,
Under the couering of a carefull night,
Who seemd my good protector, and being here,
Bethought what was past, what might succeed,
I knew him tyrannicus, and tyrants seare
Decrease not, but grow faster then the yeares,
And should he doo't, as no doubt he doth,
That I should open to the listning ayre,
How many worthic Princes blouds were shed,
To keep his bed of blackneise vnlayde ope,
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To
I. ii. 55-89
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# Partiles Prince of Tyre.
To lop that doubt, hee'le fill this land with armes,
And make presence of wrong that I haue done him,
Whien all for mine, if I may call offence,
Muit feel wars blow, who spares not innocence,
Which loue to all of which thy felfe art one,
Who nog le prou'dit me fort.
Hell. Alas sir.
Per. Drew sleep out of mine eies, blood fro my checkes,
Muffings into my mind, with thouland doubts
How I might stop this tempest ere it came,
And finding little comfort to relieve them,
I thought it princely charity to griue for them.
Hell. Well my Lord, since you hauegiuen mee leaue to
Freely will I speake, Antiochus you feare, (speake,
And iustly too, I thinke you feare the tyrant,
Who either by publike warre, or priuat treason,
Will take away your life: therefore my Lord, go trauell for
a while, till that his rage and anger be forgot, or till the Destinies doc cut his threed of life: your rule direct to anie, if to me, day ferues not light more faithfull then He be.
Per. I doe not doubt thy faith.
But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?
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