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What secret tides of still enjoyment flow,
| They wage the war ; but 'tis the father bleeds,
For Dymas thus, Rome's sworn, eternal foe,
Becomes a spy upon his private life,
And surety for his conduct.
Peri. Think you he will wed her? No, the
princess' eye Enter PERICLES.
Makes no such short-lived conquest. He'll reIs Dymas our's?
fuse, Peri. He's cautious, sir; he's subtle; he's a And thus effect what I have strove in vain : courtier.
Yes, he'll refuse; and Dymas, in his wrath, Dymas is now for you, now for your
brother; Will list for us, and vengeance. Then the king For both, and neither : he's a summer-insect, Will, doubtless, much resent his son's refusal ; And loves the sunshine : on his gilded wings, And thus we kindle the whole court against him. While the scales waver, he'll fly doubtful round Per. My precious friend, I thank thee. I take you,
wing And sing his flatteries to both alike :
On ardent hope : I think it cannot fail. The scales once fixed, he'll settle on the winner, Go, make thy court to Dymas with this scheme : And swear his prayers drew down the victory- Begone-Erixene! I'll feed her pride. But what success had you, sir, with your broth
(Looking out. er?
Once more, but not expend my breath in vain. Per. All, all my hopes are at the point of This meeting stamps unalterable fate ; death!
I will wed her, or vengeance-
Enter ERIXENE and DeLIA.
O, Erixene! Darkness incloses me; nor see I light
0, Princess! colder than your Thracian snows ! From any quarter dawn, but from his death. See Perseus, who ne'er stooped but to the gods, Peri. Why start at his death, who resolves on Prostrate before you. Fame and empire sue. your's ?
Why have I conquered ? Because you are fair. Per. Resolves on mine!
What's empire? but a title to adore you. Peri. Have you not marked the princess? Why do I number in my lineage high You have: with what a beam of majesty Heroes and gods? That you, scarce less divine, Her eye strikes sacred awe! It speaks her mind without a blush may listen to my vows. Exalted, as it is. Whom loves she then? My ancestor subdued the world. I dare Demetrius ? No; Rome's darling; who, no doubt, Beyond his pride, and grasp at more, in you. Dares court her with your empire. And shall Obdurate maid! or turn, or I expire. Perseus
Erir. If love, my lord, is choice, who loves in Survive that loss ?—Thus he resolves your death.
vain Per. Most true. What crime then to strike Should blame himself alone; and if 'tis fate, first? But how?
'Tis fate in all : why then your blame on me? Or when? or where? O Pericles! assist me. My crown's precarious, through the chance of Peri. 'Tis dangerous.
war; Per. The fitter for me.
But sure my heart's my own. Each villager Peri. Wait an occasion, that befriends your Is queen of her affections, and can vent wishes.
Her arbitrary sighs, where'er she pleases. Per. Go, fool, and teach a cataract to creep! Shall then the daughter of a race of kingsCan thirst of empire, vengeance, beauty, wait? Per. Madam, you justly blame the chance of Peri. In the mean time, accept a stratagem,
war; That must secure your empire, or your love. The gods have been unkind : I am not so. Your brother's Roman friendships gall no less No! Perseus comes to counterbalance fate. The king, than you : he dreads their consequence. Thrace ne'er was conquered if you sinile on Dymas hates Rome; and Dymas has a daughter. How can the king so powerfully fix
Silent ! obdurate still! as cold as death! Demetrius' faith, as by his marriage there? But 'tis Demetrius
Erir. Prince, I take your meaning.
To study your delights, to chide the wind's But, if you truly think his worth prevails, Too rude approach; to bid the ground be smooth; How strange is your request !
To follow, like your shadow, where you go; Per. No, madam, no :
Tread in your steps; perhaps-to touch your Though love has hurt my mind, I still can judge hand! What springs controul the passions of the great. O death! to minister in little things; Ambition is first minister of state;
From half a glance to prophecy your will, Love's but a second in the cabinet :
And do it, ere well formed in your own mind ! Nor can he feather there his unfledged shaft Gods! Gods! While worlds divide me from my But from ambition's wing: but you conceive
princess, More sanguine hopes from him, whom Rome That, should she call, Demetrius might grow old supports,
Ere he could reach her feet!
Is your heart thence
grieved ? Transpierce your soul, enamoured of dominion. Mine is tormented: but since Philip's self Erir. Why now you shew me your profound Is love's great advocate, a flat refusal esteem !
But blows their rage, and hastens your destrucDemetrius' guilt alone has charms for me;
Dem. We must join it.
Enter the King, PERSEUS, Romans, ANTIGO Think not the cause, the cursed cause of all,
NUS, &c. Shall laugh secure, and triumph in my pangs. King. Let the procession halt! and here be No; by the torments of an heart on fire,
paid, He gluts my vengeance, who defrauds my love! Before yon flaming altar, thanks to Heaven,
[Erit. That brings us safe to this auspicious day! Erir. What have I done! In what a whirl-The great ļustration of our martial powers,
Which from its distant birth to present time Has snatched him hence on ill! I frown on Per- Unfolds the glories of this antient empire, seus,
And throngs the pride of ages in an hour. And kill Demetrius.
Post. What figure's that? 0 Philip! which Delia. Madam, see the prince.
King. The founder of our empire, furious son Enter DEMETRIUS.
Of great Alcides. We are allied to Heaven; Erir. Ah, prince! the tempest, which so-long And you, I think, call Romulus a god. has lowered,
That, Philip, second of our name; and here Is now full ripe, and bursting o'er your head. O bend with awe to him, whose red right hand This moment Perseus' malice flamed before me; Hurled proud Darius like star from Heaven, Victorious rage broke through his wonted guard, With lesser lights around him, flaming down, And menaced loud your ruin. Fly, O Aly And bid the laurelled sons of Macedonia This instant !
Drink their own Ganges ! Dem. To what refuge?
Per. Give him his helmet, brother. [Aside to Erir. Rome extends
Demetrius, Her longing arms to clasp you for her own. King. You lead the troops that join in mock Dem. Madam, ʼtis prudent; I confess it is:
encounter : But is it loving as true lovers ought,
And in no other way you ever meet ! [To his Sons. To be so very prudent in our love?
But march one way, and drive the world before I boast not so much wisdom : I prefer
you : Death at
your feet before the world without you. The victor, as our antient rites decree, Erir. In danger thus extreme
Must hold a feast, and triumph in the bowl. Dem. Oh! most beloved !
Dem. I long, my lord, to see the charge beLoved you like me, like me you would discern That I but execute my brother's purpose The brandished faulchion, and the clashing helm: By such a flight. At that his clamour, rage, Though but in sport, it is a sport for men. And menace aim : to chase a rival hence, Raw Alexander thus began his fame, And keep the field alone. Oh! shall I leave him And overthrew Darius, first, at home. To gaze whole days; to learn to read your eye ; We'll practise o'er the plans of future conquests,
While neighbouring nations tremble at our play, Per. Dare but another word, and not of venAnd own the fault in fortune, not in us,
geance, That we but want a foe to be immortal. And I will use thee, as I would my brother. Per. You have supplied my wants : I thank Peri. Vengeance ! on whom? you, brother.
Per. On him.
How vain all outward efforts to supply Per. Blood.
Peri. You shall dare.
Perseus ? The skilful touch, my joyless heart lies dead, Unfold thy purpose; I'll outshoot the mark. Nor answers to the master's hand divine !
Peri. Where are you going ? Antig: When men once reach their autumn, Per. To the mock encounter. sickly joys
Peri. What more like mock encounter than Fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees,
the true ? At every little breath misfortune blows;
Per. Enough-He's dead ! 'Twas accident; Till, left quite naked of their happiness,
'twas error. In the chill blasts of winter they expire.
No matter what. Ten thousand share the blame. This is the common lot. Have comfort, then : Peri. Hold, sir! I had forgot: on this occaYour grief will damp the triumph.
sion, King. It is over.
The troops are searched; and foils alone are Hear too; the trumpet calls us to the field,
worn, And now this phantom of a fight begins.
Instead of swords. Fair princess, you and I will go together,
Per. An osier were enough. As Priam and bright Helen did of old,
Who pains my heart, plants thunder in my hand. To view the war. Your eyes will make them Peri. But should this failbolder,
Per. Impossible! And raise the prize of victory itself.
Peri. But, should it, [All go out but Perseus, who has observed De- The banquet follows.
metrius and Erirene all this time conversing, Per. Poison in his wine !
and stays behind, thoughtful and disturbed. I thank the gods ! my spirits are revived! Per. Before my face she feeds him with her I draw immortal vigour from that bowl ! smiles :
Peri. Nay, should both fail, the field and banThe king looks on, nor disapproves the crime ;
quet too, And the boy takes them as not due to me, All fails not; fairer hopes to fair succeed: Without remorse, as happy as she'll make him. For know, my lord, the king received, with joy, Perish all three! I'll seek allies elsewhere; The marriage-scheme, and sent for Dymas' Father and brother, nay, a mistress too.
daughter. Destruction, rise! Though thou art black as Per. Then there's a second bowl of poison Night,
for him. Thy mother, and as hideous as Despair,
Peri. Yet more: this evening those ambasI'll clasp thee thus, nor think of woman more.
sadors, How the boy doats, and drinks in at his eyes Which Philip sent to Rome, beneath the name Her poison ! O to stab hiin in her arms !". Of public business, but, in truth, to learn And yet do less than they have done to me. Your brother's conduct, are expected home.
Per. Those whom I swore, before they parted Enter PERICLES.
In dreadful sacraments of wine and blood, Peri. Where is my prince? The nation's on To bring back such reports as should destroy the wing;
To strengthen our ambassadors' report? Peri. Hear how with shouts they rend the Peri. That care, my lord, be mine: I know a skies ! [Shouts within.
knavc, Per. Give me my vengeance !
Grown fat on forgery; he'll counterfeit Peri, Forty thousand men,
Old Quintius' hand and seal, by former letters In polished armour, shine against the sun. Sent to the king; which you can gain with ease. Per. Observe This morning, at their inter- Sweet vengeance calls : nor ever called a God view,
Such swift obedience: like the rapid wheel The Romans, in effect, informed the king, I kindle in the course; I am there already; That Thrace was theirs, and ordered him restore Snatch the bright weapon; bound into my seat; The princess. This will give much air of truth, Strike; triumph; see him gasping on the ground, If our forged letters say the Romans crown And life, love, empire, springing from his wound. Demetrius king of Thrace, and promise more. When god-like ends, by means unjust, succeed, Peri. My lord, it shall be done.
The great result adorns the daring deed. Per. All cannot fail.
[Trumpets. Virtue's a shackle, under fair disguise, Peri. The trumpets sound: the troops are To fetter fools, while we bear off the prize. mounted.
[Ereunt. Per. Vengeance !
To save a brother's blood; accusing him
As author of that conflict I declined,
And he pursued with ardour and success.
Per. The banquet followed,
To which his easy nature, soon appeased,
I went not; but sent spies
To learn what passed; which spies, by chance Peri. My lord
detected, Per. Disturb not my devotions; they decline (Observe me) were ill used. The beaten track, the common track of prayer. Peri. By whom? your
powers of darkness! that rejoice in ill; Per. No; by his sons of riot. He soon afAll sworn by Styx, with pestilential blasts
ter, To wither every virtue in the bud;
Not knowing that my servants were abused, To keep the door of dark conspiracy,
Kind, and gay-hearted, came to visit me. And snuff the grateful fumes of human blood ! They, who misused my spies, for self-defence, From sulphur blue, or your red beds of fire, Concealed their arms beneath the robes of peace. On your black ebon thrones, auspicious rise ; Of this informed, again my genius served me. And bursting through the barriers of this world, Peri. You took occasion, from these few in Stand in dread contrast to the golden sun;
arms, Fright day-light hence with your infernal smile ; To charge a murderous assault on all ? And howl aloud your formidable joy,
Per. True, Pericles; but mark my whole adWhile I transport you with the fair record
dress : Of what your faithful minister has done, Against my brother swift I bar my gates; Beyond your inspiration, self-impelled,
Fly to my father; and with artful tears To spread your empire, and secure his own! Accuse Demetrius; first, of turning sports, Hear, and applaud. Now, Pericles, proceed; And guiltless exercise, to mortal rage; Speak, is the letter forged ?
Then of inviting me (still blacker guilt !) Peri. This moment; and might cheat To smiling death in an envedomed bowl; The cunning eye of jealousy itself.
And last, that, both these failing, mad with rage, Peri. 'Tis well : Art thou apprised of what He threw his schemes of baffled art aside, hath passed
And with armed men avowedly sought my life. Since we last parted ?
Peri. Three startling articles, and well-conPer. No, my lord.
certed, Per. Then rouse
Following each other in an easy train,
Per. O! he shook! he fell !
Peri. What said he when recovered? Peri. Ha!
Per. His resolve Per. Mark me well :
I know not yet; but see, his minion comes; The villains fled; but soon my prudence turned and comes, perhaps, to tell me. To good account that momentary shame. Sustain my part, and echo loud my wrongs. Thus I pretend 'twas voluntary flight Nought so like innocence as perfect guilta
But I'll go;
If he brings aught of moment, you'll inform me. And bring thee patterns thence of brothers' love, [As Perseus goes off, he is seized by officers. The Quintii, and the Scipios; but in vain :
If I'm a monarch, where is your obedience? Enter Dymas.
If I'm a father, where's your duty to me? Peri. How fares the king ?
If old, your veneration due to years? Dym. Even as an aged oak
But I have wept, and you have sworn, in vain ! Pushed to and fro, the labour of the storm; I had your ear, and enmity your heart. Whose largest branches are struck off by thun- How was this morning's counsel thrown away! der :
How happy is your mother in the grave ! Yet still he loves, and on the mountain groans; She, when she bore you, suffered less: her pangs, Strong in affliction, awful from his wounds, Her pungent pangs, throb through the father's heart. And more revered in ruin than in glory.
Dem. You can't condemn me, sir, to worse Peri. I hear prince Perseus has accused his than this. brother,
King. Than what, thou young deceiver? While Dym. True; and the king's commands are
I live, now gone forth
You both, with impious wishes, grasp my sceptre: To throw them both in chains; for farther Nothing is sacred, nothing dear, but empire. thought
Brother, nor father, can you bear ; fierce lust Makes Philip doubt the truth of Perseus' charge. Of empire burns, extinguished all beside. Peri. What then is his design?
Why pant you for it? to give others awe? Dym. They both this hour
Be therefore awed yourselves, and tremble at it, Must plead their cause before him. Nay, al-While in a father's hand. ready
Dym. My lord, your warmth His nobles, judges, counsellors, are met,
Defers the business. And public justice wears her sternest form : King. Am I then too warm? A more momentous trial ne'er was known; They that should shelter me from every blast, Whether the pleaders you survey as brothers, To be themselves the storm! 0! how Rome Or princes known in arts, or famed for arms;
triumphs! Whether you ponder, in their awful judge, Oh! how they bring this hoary head to shame! The tender parent, or the mighty king. Conquest and fame, the labour of my life, Greece, Athens, hears the cause : the great result Now turn against me, and call in the world Is life, or death; is infamy, or fame. [Trumpets. To gaze at what was Philip, but who now Peri. What trumpets these?
Wants even the wretch's privilege-a wish. Dym. They summon to the court. [Ereunt. What can I wish? Demetrius may be guiltless.
What then is Perseus? Judgment hangs as yet The SCENE draws, and discovers the Court, Doubtful o'er them; but I'm condeinned already; King, &c.
For both are mine; and one-is foul as hell.
Should these two hands wage war, (these bands Enter Dymas, and takes his place by the King. less dear!) King. Bring forth the prisoners.
What boots it which prevails? In both I bleed. Strange trial this! Here sit I to debate, But I have done. Speak, Perseus, and at large; Which vital limb to lop, nor that to save, You'll have no second hearing. Thou forbear. But render wretched life more wretched still.
(To Demetrius. What see I, but heaven's vengeance, in my sons ? Per. Speak !-'Twas with utmost struggle I Their guilt a scourge for mine? 'tis thus Ileaven forbore: writes
These chains were scarce designed to reach my Its awful meaning, plain in human deeds,
tongue. And language leaves to man.
Their trespass is sufficient, stopping here.
(Sheuing his arms. Enter Perseus and DEMETRIUS, in chains, from these chains ! for what? Are chains for innodifferent sides of the stage ; Perseus follow
cenice? ed by Pericles, and DEMETRIUS by ANTI- Not so; for, see, Demetrius wears them too.
Fool that I was to trenible at vain laws, Dym. Dread, sir, your sons.
Nor learn from him defiance of their frown; King. I have no sons; and that I ever had, Since innocence and guilt are used alike, Is now my heaviest curse: and yet what care, Blood-thirsty stabbers, and their destined prey; What pains, I took to curb their rising rage ! Perseus, and he-I will not call him brother: How often have I ranged through history,
[Pointing at Demetrius. To find examples for their private use?
He wants not that enhancement of his guilt. The Theban brothers did I set before them- King. But closer to the point; and lay before What blood! what desolation ! but in vain ! For thee, Demetrius, did I go to Rome, Your whole deportment this ill-fated day.