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| PERICLES.[To Lords without.] |
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| Let none disturb us.—Why should this change of thoughts, |
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| The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy, |
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| Be my so used a guest as not an hour, |
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| In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night, |
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| The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed me quiet? |
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| Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun them, |
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| And danger, which I fear'd, is at Antioch, |
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| Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here: |
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| Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits, |
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| Nor yet the other's distance comfort me. |
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| Then it is thus: the passions of the mind, |
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| That have their first conception by mis-dread |
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| Have after-nourishment and life by care; |
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| And what was first but fear what might he done, |
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| Grows elder now and cares it be not done. |
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| And so with me: the great Antiochus, |
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| 'Gainst whom I am too little to contend, |
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| Since he 's so great can make his will his act, |
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| Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence; |
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| Nor boots it me to say I honour him. |
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| If he suspect I may dishonour him: |
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| And what may make him blush in being known, |
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| He'll stop the course by which it might be known; |
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| With hostile forces he'11 o'erspread the land, |
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| And with the ostent of war will look so huge, |
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| Amazement shall drive courage from the state; |
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| Our men be vanquish'd ere they do resist, |
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| And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence: |
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| Which care of them, not pity of myself, |
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| Who am no more but as the tops of trees, |
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| Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them, |
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| Makes both my body pine and soul to languish, |
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| And punish that before that he would punish. |
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| HELICANUS.: |
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| Peace, peace, and give experience tongue. |
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| They do abuse the king that flatter him: |
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| For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; |
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| The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark, |
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| To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing: |
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| Whereas reproof, obedient and in order, |
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| Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. |
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| When Signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace, |
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| He flatters you, makes war upon your life. |
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| Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please; |
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| I cannot be much lower than my knees. |
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| PERICLES.: |
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| Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus, |
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| That minister'st a potion unto me |
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| That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself. |
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| Attend me, then: I went to Antioch, |
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| And there as thou know'st, against the face of death, |
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| I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty, |
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| From whence an issue I might propagate, |
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| Are arms to princes, and bring joys to subjects. |
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| Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder; |
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| The rest—hark in thine ear—as black as incest: |
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| Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father |
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| Seem'd not to strike, but smooth: but thou know'st this, |
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| 'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss. |
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| Which fear so grew in me, I hither fled, |
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| Under the covering of a careful night, |
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| Who seem'd my good protector; and, being here, |
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| Bethought me what was past, what might succeed. |
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| I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears |
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| Decrease not, but grow faster than the years: |
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| And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth, |
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| That I should open to the listening air |
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| How many worthy princes' bloods were shed, |
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| To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope, |
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| To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms, |
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| And make pretence of wrong that I have done him; |
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| When all, for mine, if I may call offence, |
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| Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence: |
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| Which love to all, of which thyself art one, |
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| Who now reprovest me for it,— |
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| HELICANUS.: |
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| Well, my lord, since you have given me leave to speak, |
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| Freely will I speak. Antiochus you fear, |
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| And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant, |
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| Who either by public war or private treason |
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| Will take away your life. |
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| Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while, |
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| Till that his rage and anger be forgot, |
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| Or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life. |
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| Your rule direct to any; if to me, |
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| Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be. |
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| PERICLES.: |
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| Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus |
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| Intend my travel, where I'll hear from thee; |
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| And by whose letters I'll dispose myself. |
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| The care I had and have of subjects' good |
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| On thee I lay, whose wisdom's strength can bear it. |
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| I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath: |
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| Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both: |
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| But in our orbs we'll live so round and safe, |
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| That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince, |
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| Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince. |
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