Cle. O Dionyza, Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it, Or can conceal his hunger, till he famish ? Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep our woes Into the air: our eyes do weep, till lungs Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder; that, If heaven slumber, while their creatures want, They may awake their helps to comfort them. I'll then discourse our woes, felt several years, And wanting breath to speak, help me with tears.

Dio. l'll do my best, sir.

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;
Whose men and dames so jetted* and adoru'd,
Like one another's glass to trimt them by:
Their tables were stor'd full, to glad the sight,
And not so much to feed on, as delight;
All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great,
The name of help grew odious to repeat.

Dio. 0, '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 lo 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,
Must have inventions to delight the taste,
Would now be glad of bread, and beg for it;
Those mothers who, lo housle up their babes,
Thought nought too curious, are ready now,
To eat those little darlings whom they lov'd.

* To jet is to strut, to walk proudly.
+ To dress them by.

Nurse fondly.

So sharp are hunger's teeth, that man and wife
Draw lots, who first shall die to lengthen life:
Here stands a lord, and there a lady weeping;
Here many sink, yet those which see them fall,
Have scarce strength left to give them burial.
Is not this true?

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, liear these tears!
The misery of Tharsus may be theirs.

Enter a Lord. Lord. Where's the lord governor?

cle. Here. 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 bim'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,

# Forces,

To know for wbat he comes, and whence he comes,
And what he craves.
Lord. I go, my lord.

[Exit. 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,
Let not our ships and number of our men,
Be, like a beacon fir'd, to amaze your eyes.
We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre,
And seen the desolation of your streets :
Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears,
But to relieve them of their heavy load;
And these our ships you happilyt may think
Are, like the Trojan horse, war-stuff'd within,
With bloody views, expecting overthrow,
Are stor'd with corn, to make your needy bread,
And give them life, who are hunger-starv'd, half

dead.
All. The gods of Greece protect you !
And we'll pray for you.
Per.

Rise, I pray you, rise;
We do not look for reverence, but for love,
And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men.

Cle. The which when any shall not gratify, Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought, Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves, The curse of Heaven and men succeed their evils ! Till when (the which, I hope, shall ne'er be seen), Your grace

is welcome to our town and us. Per. Which welcome we'll accept; feast here a.

while, Uutil our stars that frown, lend us a smile.

[Ereunt.

. If he stands on peace.

+ Perhaps.

ACT II.

Enter Gower.

Gow. Here have you seen a mighty king
His child, I wis*, to incest bring;
A better prince, and benign lord,
Prove awful both in deed and word.
Be quiet then, as men should be,
Till he hath pass'd necessity,
I'll show you those in trouble's reign,
Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
The good in conversation +
(To whom I give my benizon ),
Is still at Tharsus, where each man
Thinks all is writ he spoken can:
And, to remember what he does,
Gild his statue glorious :
But tidings to the contrary
Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?

Dumb show.

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. Ereunt Pericles, Cleon, &c. severally.

Gow. Good Helicane hath staid at home,
Not to eat honey, like a drone,
From others' labours; forth he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive;

• Know.
| Blessing,

i.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 hid intent, to murder him;
And that in Tharsus was not best
Longer for him to make his rest:
He knowing so, put forth to seas,
Where when men been, there's seldom ease;
For now the wind begins to blow;
Thunder above, and deeps below,
Make such unquiet, that the ship
Should house him safe, is wreck'd and split;
And he, good prince, having all lost,
By waves from coast to coast is tost:
All perishen of man, of pelf,
Ne aught escapen but himself ;
Till fortune, tir'd with doing bad,
Threw him ashore, to give him glad:
And here he comes : what shall be next,
Pardon old Gower: this long's the text.

(Erit.

SCENE I.

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.