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Ant. Thaliard, you're of our chamber, and our mind Partakes her private actions to your secrecy; 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.
My lord, 'Tis done.
Enter a Messenger.
your breath cool yourself, telling your haste.” Mess. My lord, prince Pericles is fled.
[Exit Messenger. Ant.
Thal. My lord, if I
Ant. Thaliard, adieu ! till Pericles be dead, My heart can lend no succor to my head.
SCENE II. Tyre. A Room in the Palace.
Enter PERICLES, HELICANUS, and other Lords. Per. Let none disturb us; why should this change
of thought? 3 The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy, By me so used a guest is, not an hour,
1 In The Winter's Tale the word partake is used in an active sense for participate.
2 These words are addressed to the messenger, who enters in haste. 3 “Why should this change in our thoughts disturb us ? ”
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
them, And danger, 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 passions of the mind, That have their first conception by misdread, Have after-nourishment and life by care ; And what was first but fear what might be done, Grows elder now, and cares it be not done. And so with me; the great Antiochus ('Gainst whom I am too little to contend, Since he's so great, can make his will his act) Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence; Nor boots it me to say, I honor him, If he suspect I may dishonor him. . And what may make him blush in being known, He'll stop the course by which it might be known; With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land, And with the ostent of war? will look so huge, Amazement shall drive courage from the state ; Our men be vanquished, ere they do resist, And subjects punished, that ne'er thought offence: Which care of them, not pity of myself, (Who am’ no 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.
i Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast!
2 Lord. And keep your mind, till you return to us, Peaceful and comfortable!
1 Him was supplied by Rowe for the sake of the metre. 2 Old copies :
“ And with the stent of war will look so huge.” The emendation was suggested by Mr. Tyrwhitt.
3 The old copy reads, “Who once no more,” &c. The emendation is by Steevens. Malone reads, “Who wants no more,” &c.
Hel. Peace, peace, my lords, and give experience
Per. All leave us else; but let your cares o’erlook
thou Hast moved us; what seest thou in our looks?
Hel. An angry 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 know'st I have power To take thy life.
Hel. [Kneeling.] I have ground the axe myself ;
Rise, pr’ythee rise ;
With patience bear Such griefs as you do lay upon yourself.
Per. Thou speak’st like a physician, Helicanus;
1 i. e. the breath of flattery. The word spark was here accidentally repeated by the compositor in the old copy.
Who minister'st a potion unto me,
that I have done him.
cheeks, Musings into my mind, a thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest, ere it came ;
1 « From whence I might propagate an issue that are arms,” &c. Steevens reads :
“ Bring arms to princes, and to subjects joys." 2 To smooth is to soothe, coar, or flatter.
3 The quarto of 1609 reads, “ And should he doot," &c.; from which the reading of the text has been formed.
And finding little comfort to relieve them,
Per. I do not doubt thy faith;
Hel. We'll mingle bloods together in the earth,
Tharsus 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,3 Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince.
SCENE III. Tyre. An Antechamber in the Palace.
Enter THALIARD. Thal. So, this is Tyre, and this is the court. Here must I kill king Pericles; and if I do not, I am sure to
| That is, to lament their fate. The first quarto reads, “ to grieve for them.” ? i.e. in our different spheres.