HELICANUS

Peace, peace, and give experience tongue, They do abuse the King that flatter him, For flattery is the bellows blows up sin, The thing the which is flattered, but a spark, To which that spark gives heat, and stronger Glowing, whereas reproof obedient and in order, Fits kings as they are men, for they may err, When signior sooth here does proclaim peace, He flatters you, makes war upon your life. Prince paadon me, or strike me if you please, I cannot be much lower then my knees. And angry brow, dread Lord. How dares the plants look up to heaven, From whence they have their nourishment? I have ground the Axe my self, Do but you strike that blow. To bear with patience such griefs as you your self do lay upon your self. Weel mingle our bloods together in the earth, From whence we had our being, and our birth. Calls my Lord. Sir, 'tis the governor of M line, who hearing of your me lancholie state, did come to see you. Alas sir. And yet but justice; for though this King were great, His greatness was no guard to bar heavens shaft, But sin had his reward. Well my Lord, since you have given me leave to speak Freely will I speak, Antiochus you fear, And justly too, I think you fear the tyrant, Who either by public war, or private treason, Will take away your life: therefore my Lord, go travel for a while, till that his rage and anger be forgotten, or till the De stinies do cut his thread of life: your rule direct to any, if to me, day serves not light more faithful then I'll be. If further yet you will be satisfied, (why as it were unlicensed of your loves) he would depart? I'll give some light unto you, being at Antioch. Royal Antiochus on what cause I know ot, took some displeasure at him, at least he iudg' so: and doubting le to he had rr'de or sinn' de, to show his sorrow, hee'de correct himself; so puts himself unto the Ship men toil, with whom each minute threatens life or death. We have no reason to desire it, commended to our master not to us, yet ere you shall depart, this we desire as friends to Antioch we may feast in Tyre. No Escanes, know this of me, Antiochus from incest lived not free: For which the most high Gods not minding, Longer to withhold the vengeance that They had in store, endue to this heinous Capital offence, even in the height and pride Of all his glory, when he was seated in A Chariot of and inestimable valve, and his daughter With him; a fire from heaven came and shriueld Up those bodies even to loathing, for they so stounke, That all those eyes adored them, ere their fallen, Scorn now their hand should give them burial. With me? and welcome happy day, my Lords. Your griefs, for what? Wrong not your Prince, you love. Try honours cause; forbear your suffrages: If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear, (Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, Where's hourly trouble, for a minutes ease) A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you To forbear the absence of your King; If in which time expired, he not return, I shall with aged patience bear your yoke: But if I cannot w ne you to this love, Go search Like nobles, Like noble subjects, And in your search, spend your adventurous worth, Whom if you find, and win unto return, You shall Like Diamonds it about his Crown. Then you love us, we you, & we'll clasp hands: When Peers thus knit, a Kingdom ever stands. First what is your place? Sir our vessel is of Tyre, in it the King, a man, who for this three months hath not spoken to any one, nor taken sustenance, but to prorogue his grief. Twould be too tedious to repeat, but the main grief springs from ̄ the lose of a beloved daughter & a wife. You may, but bootless. Is your sighed, he will not speak to any, yet let me obtain my wish. Till the disaster that one mortal wight drove him to this. It is in vain, he will not speak to you. Sure all effectless, yet nothing weel omit that bears recoveries name. But since your kindness we would e stretched thus far, let us beseech you, that for our we may provision have, wherein we are not destitute for want, but weary for the staleness. She's a gallant Lady. Hoe, Hellica S? Sir. You have herd me say when I did fly from Tyre, I left behind and ancient substitute, can you remem ber what I called the man, I have nam'de him oft. You shall not need my fellow-Pee S of Tyre further to question me of your kings departure: his sea led Commission left in trust with me, does speak suffici ently he's gone to travail. That he have his, call up some Gentlemen. Gentlemen there is some of worth would come aboard, I pray greet him fairly. And you to outlive the age I am, and die as I would do. Fit sir, I will recount it to you, but see I am pre vented. I know not, but heres the Regent sir of Metalin , speaks nobly of her. My Lord I hear none. Hail Madame, and my Queen.