Countless and infinite, yet would I pay them.

Luc. Come hither, boy; come, come, and learn of us To melt in showers. Thy grandsire lov'd thee well;

Many a time he danc'd thee on his knee,

Sung thee asleep, his loving breast thy pillow;
Many a matter hath he told to thee,

Meet and agreeing with thine infancy;

In that respect, then, like a loving child,

Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring,
Because kind nature doth require it so:

Friends should associate friends in grief and woe.
Bid him farewell, commit him to the grave,

Do him that kindness and take leave of him.

Boy. O, grandsire, grandsire, even with all my heart
Would I were dead, so you did live again!

O, Lord, I cannot speak to him for weeping;
My tears will choke me if I ope my mouth.

Enter Attendants with AARON.

Roman. You sad Andronici, have done with woes! Give sentence on this execrable wretch,

That hath been breeder of these dire events.

Luc. Set him breast deep in earth and famish him: There let him stand, and rave, and cry for food:

If any one relieves or pities him,

For the offence he dies; this is our doom.

Some stay to see him fasten'd in the earth.

Aaron. Ah! why should wrath be mute, and fury dumb?

I am no baby, I, that with base prayers

I should repent the evils I have done :

Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did

Would I perform, if I might have my will :

If one good deed in all my life I did,

I do repent it from my very soul.

Luc. Some loving friends convey the emperor hence, And give him burial in his father's grave.

My father and Lavinia shall forthwith

Be closed in our household's monument:

As for that heinous tiger, Tamora,

No fun'ral rite, nor man in mournful weeds,

No mournful bell shall ring her burial;

But throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey:

Her life was beastly and devoid of pity,
And, being so, shall have like want of pity.
See justice done on Aaron, that damn'd Moor,

By whom our heavy haps had their beginning:
Then, afterwards, to order well the state,
That like events may ne'er it ruinate.

[Exeunt.

Enter GOWER.

Before the Palace of Antioch.

To sing a song of old was sung,
From ashes ancient Gower is come;
Assuming man's infirmities,

To glad your ear, and please your eyes.
It hath been sung, at festivals,

On ember-eves, and holy-ales;

And lords and ladies, in their lives,

Have read it for restoratives.

The purchase is to make men glorious;

Et bonum, quo antiquius, eo melius.

If you, born in these latter times,

When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,
And that to hear an old man sing
May to your wishes pleasure bring,
I life would wish, and that I might
Waste it for you, like taper-light.

This Antioch then, Antiochus the Great
Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat;
The fairest in all Syria;

(I tell you what mine authors say :)
The king unto him took a pheere,

Who died and left a female heir,

So buxom, blythe, and full of face,

As Heaven had lent her all his grace:
With whom the father liking took,
And her to incest did provoke;

Bad child, worse father! to entice his own
To evil, should be done by none.
By custom, what they did begin
Was with long use account no sin.
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame,
To seek her as a bedfellow,
In marriage-pleasures playfellow :
Which to prevent, he made a law,
(To keep her still, and men in awe,)
That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
His riddle told not, lost his life:
So for her many a wight did die,
As yon grim looks do testify.

What ensues, to the judgment of your eye
I give, my cause who best can justify.

SCENE I.-The Palace of Antioch.

Enter ANTIOCHUS, PERICLES, and Attendants.

[Exit.

Ant. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large receiv'd The danger of the task you undertake.

Per. I have, Antiochus, and with a soul Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,

Think death no hazard, in this enterprise.

Ant. Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,

For the embracements, even of Jove himself;

At whose conception (till Lucina reign'd)

Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence;
The senate-house of planets all did sit,

To knit in her their best perfections.

Enter the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS.

[Music.

Per. See where she comes, apparel'd like the spring, Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king

Of every virtue gives renown to men!

Her face the book of praises, where is read
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
Sorrow were ever 'ras'd, and testy wrath
Could never be her mild companion.

Ye gods that made me man, and sway in love,
That have inflam'd desire in my breast
To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,
Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
As I am son and servant to your will,
To compass such a boundless happiness!

Ant.

Per.

Prince Pericles

That would be son to great Antiochus.
Ant. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd;
For death-like dragons here affright thee hard:
Her face, like heav'n, enticeth thee to view
Her countless glory, which desert must gain :
And which, without desert, because thine eye
Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die.
Yon sometime famous princes, like thyself,
Drawn by report, adventurous by desire,

Tell thee with speechless tongues, and semblance pale,
That, without covering save yon field of stars,
Here they stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars;
And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist
For going on Death's net, whom none resist.

Per. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hast taught
My frail mortality to know itself,

And by those fearful objects to prepare
This body, like to them, to what I must:

For death remember'd should be like a mirror,
Who tells us, life 's but breath, to trust it error.
I'll make my will then; and, as sick men do
Who know the world, see heav'n, but feeling woe,
Gripe not at earthly joys, as erst they did;
So I bequeath a happy peace to you

And all good men, as every prince should do;
My riches to the earth from whence they came;
But my unspotted fire of love to you.

[To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS.

Thus ready for the way of life or death,

I wait the sharpest blow.

Ant. Scorning advice; read the conclusion then ; Which read and not expounded, 't is decreed,

As these before, so thou thyself shalt bleed.

Daugh. Of all 'say'd yet, may'st thou prove prosperous !

Of all 'say'd yet, I wish thee happiness!

Per. Like a bold champion I assume the lists,

Nor ask advice of any other thought,

But faithfulness, and courage.

THE RIDDLE.

'I am no viper, yet I feed

On mother's flesh which did me breed:

I sought a husband, in which labour,

I found that kindness in a father.
He's father, son, and husband mild,
I mother, wife, and yet his child.
How they may be, and yet in two,
As you will live, resolve it you.'

Sharp physic is the last: but O, ye powers!
That give heav'n countless eyes to view men's acts,

VOL. III.

U

Why cloud they not their sights perpetually,
If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?
Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still,

[Takes hold of the hand of the Princess.
Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill:
But I must tell you,-now, my thoughts revolt;
For he 's no man on whom perfections wait,
That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings;
Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music,

Would draw heav'n down, and all the gods to hearken;
But being play'd upon before your time,

Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime:

Good sooth, I care not for you.

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,
For that 's an article within our law,

As dangerous as the rest. Your time 's expir'd;
Either expound now, or receive your sentence.

Per.

Great king,

Few love to hear the sins they love to act;

'T would 'braid yourself too near for me to tell it.
Who hath a book of all that monarchs do,

He's more secure to keep it shut, than shown:
For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind,
Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself:
And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,
The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear;

To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casts
Copp'd hills toward heaven, to tell, the earth is throng'd
By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die for 't.
Kings are earth's gods: in vice their law 's their will;
And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?

It is enough you know; and it is fit,

What being more known grows worse, to smother it.—
All love the womb that their first being bred,

Then give my tongue like leave to love my head.

Ant. Heaven that I had thy head! he has found the meaning!

But I will gloze with him. [Aside.] Young prince of Tyre, Though by the tenor of our strict edict,

Your exposition misinterpreting,

We might proceed to cancel of your days;
Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree
As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise :
Forty days longer we do respite you,
If by which time our secret be undone,
This mercy shows we 'll joy in such a son:
And, until then, your entertain shall be,
As doth befit our honour, and your worth.

[Exeunt ANT., his Daughter, and Attendants. Per. How courtesy would seem to cover sin ! When what is done is like an hypocrite,