Pericles Prince of Tyre.
in hast, for comfort is too farre for vs to expect.
Lord.Wee haue descryed vpon our neighbouring shore a portlie saile of ships make hitherward.
Cleon.I thought as much.
One sorrowe neuer comes but brings an heire,
That may succeede as his inheritor:
And so in ours, some neighbouring nation,
Taking aduantage of our miserie,
That stuff't the hollow vessels with their power,
To beat vs downe, the which are downe alreadie,
And make a conquest of vnhappie mee,
Whereas no glories got to ouercome.
One sorrowe neuer comes but brings an heire,
That may succeede as his inheritor:
And so in ours, some neighbouring nation,
Taking aduantage of our miserie,
That stuff't the hollow vessels with their power,
To beat vs downe, the which are downe alreadie,
And make a conquest of vnhappie mee,
Whereas no glories got to ouercome.
Lord.That's the least feare.
For by the semblance of their white flagges displayde, they bring vs peace, and come to vs as sauourers, not as foes.
For by the semblance of their white flagges displayde, they bring vs peace, and come to vs as sauourers, not as foes.
Cleon.Thou speak'st like himnes vntuterd to repeat,
Who makes the fairest showe, meanes most deceit.
But bring they what they will, and what they can,
What need wee leaue our grounds the lowest?
And wee are halfe way there: Goe tell their Generall wee attend him heere, to know for what he comes, and whence he comes, and what he craues?
Who makes the fairest showe, meanes most deceit.
But bring they what they will, and what they can,
What need wee leaue our grounds the lowest?
And wee are halfe way there: Goe tell their Generall wee attend him heere, to know for what he comes, and whence he comes, and what he craues?
Lord.I goe my Lord.
Cleon.Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist,
If warres, wee are vnable to resist.
If warres, wee are vnable to resist.
Enter Pericles with attendants.
Per.Lord Gouernour, for so wee heare you are,
Let not our Ships and number of our men,
Be like a beacon fier'de, t'amaze your eyes,
Wee haue heard your miseries as farre as Tyre,
And seene the desolation of your streets,
Nor come we to adde sorrow to your teares,
But to relieue them of their heauy loade,
And these our Ships you happily may thinke,
Let not our Ships and number of our men,
Be like a beacon fier'de, t'amaze your eyes,
Wee haue heard your miseries as farre as Tyre,
And seene the desolation of your streets,
Nor come we to adde sorrow to your teares,
But to relieue them of their heauy loade,
And these our Ships you happily may thinke,
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