Hail, madam, and my queen!

Sir?

My lord, I hear none.

Sir, 'tis the governor of Mytilene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.

I know not; but
Here is the regent, sir, of Mytilene
Speaks nobly of her.

Calls my lord?

She's a gallant lady.

Sit, sir, I will recount it to you:
But, see, I am prevented.

Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit
That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness
We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you
That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

It is in vain; he will not speak to you.

Behold him.
PERICLES discovered
This was a goodly person,
Till the disaster that, one mortal night,
Drove him to this.

You may;
But bootless is your sight: he will not speak To any.

'Twould be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

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.

First, what is your place?

And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
And die as I would do.

Gentlemen, there's some of worth would come aboard;
I pray ye, greet them fairly.

That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.

Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands:
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands.

For honour's 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 minute's ease.
A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you to
Forbear the absence of your king:
If in which time ...

Your griefs! for what? wrong not your prince you love.

With me? and welcome: happy day, my lords.

And yet but justice; for though
This king were great, his greatness was no guard
To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward.

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,
Due to this heinous capital offence,
Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
When he was seated ...

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.

Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.

Royal Antiochus--on what cause I know not--
Took some displeasure at him; at least he judged so:
And doubting lest that he had err'd or sinn'd,
To show his sorrow, he'ld correct himself;
So puts himself unto the shipman's toil,
With whom each minute threatens life ...

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--

You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre,
Further to question me of your king's departure:
His seal'd commission, left in trust with me,
Doth speak sufficiently he's gone to travel.

We'll mingle our bloods together in the earth,
From whence we had our being and our birth.

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 ...

Alas, sir!

To bear with patience
Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself.

Kneeling
I have ground the axe myself;
Do you but strike the blow.

How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence
They have their nourishment?

An angry brow, dread lord.

Peace, peace, and give experience tongue.
They do abuse the king that flatter him:
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing which is flatter'd, but a spark,
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
Fits kings, as they ...