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Cle. O Dionyza,
Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it,
Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep our woes
Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder; that,
Cle. This Tharsus, o'er which I have government (A city, on whom plenty held full hand),
For riches, strew'd herself even in the streets; Whose towers bore heads so high, they kiss'd the clouds,
And strangers ne'er beheld, but wonder'd at;
Dio. O, 'tis too true.
Cle. But see what heaven can do! By this our change,
These mouths, whom but of late, earth, sea, and air, Were all too little to content and please,
Although they gave their creatures in abundance, As houses are defil'd for want of use,
They are now starv'd for want of exercise:
Those palates, who, not yet two summers younger,
To jet is to strut, to walk proudly.
So sharp are hunger's teeth, that man and wife
Dio. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it. Cle. O, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup And her prosperities so largely taste,
With their superfluous riots, hear these tears!
Enter a Lord.
Lord. Where's the lord governor?
Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st, in haste, For comfort is too far for us to expect.
Lord. We have descried, upon our neighbouring shore,
A portly sail of ships make hitherward.
Cle. I thought as much.
One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor;
And so in ours: some neighbouring nation,
Taking advantage of our misery,
Hath stuff'd these hollow vessels with their power*, To beat us down, the which are down already; And make a conquest of unhappy me,
Whereas no glory's got to overcome.
Lord. That's the least fear: for, by the semblance Of their white flags display'd, they bring us peace, And come to us as favourers, not as foes.
Cle. Thou speak'st like him 's untutor'd to repeat, Who makes the fairest show, means most deceit. But bring they what they will, what need we fear? The ground's the low'st, and we are half way there. Go tell their general, we attend him here,
To know for what he comes, and whence he comes,
And what he craves.
Lord. I go, my lord.
Cle. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist; If wars, we are unable to resist.
Enter Pericles, with Attendants.
Per. Lord governor, for so we hear you are,
Are stor'd with corn, to make your needy bread,
All. The gods of Greece protect you!
And we'll pray for you.
Rise, I pray you, rise;
We do not look for reverence, but for love,
And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men.
Per. Which welcome we'll accept; feast here a
Until our stars that frown, lend us a smile.
If he stands on peace.
Gow. Here have you seen a mighty king
I'll show you those in trouble's reign,
But tidings to the contrary
Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?
Enter at one door Pericles, talking with Cleon; all the train with them. Enter at another door, a Gentleman with a letter to Pericles; Pericles shows the letter to Cleon; then gives the Messenger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt Pericles, Cleon, &c. severally.
Gow. Good Helicane hath staid at home,
From others' labours; forth he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive;
ti.e. Conduct, behaviour.
And, to fulfil his prince' desire,
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre:
How Thaliard came full bent with sin,
And that in Tharsus was not best
He knowing so, put forth to seas,
Where when men been, there's seldom ease;
Ne aught escapen but himself;
Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side.
Enter Pericles, wet.
Per. Yet cease your ire, ye angry stars of heaven! Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man Is but a substance that must yield to you; And I, as fits my nature, do obey you; Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks, -Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath Nothing to think on, but ensuing death: Let it suffice the greatness of your powers, To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes; And having thrown him from your wat'ry grave, Here to have death in peace, is all he'll crave.