O, let those cities that of plenty's cup
And her prosperities so largely taste,
With their superfluous riots,
hear these tears!
The misery of Tarsus may be theirs.
Enter a Lord
Where's the lord governor?
Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste,
For comfort is too far for us to expect.
We have descried, upon our neighbouring shore,
A portly sail of ships make hitherward.
I thought as much.
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
That may succeed as his inheritor;
in ours: some neighbouring nation,
Taking advantage of our misery,
Hath stuff'd these hollow vessels with
To beat us down, the which are down already;
And make a conquest of unhappy me,
no glory's got to overcome.
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.
Thou speak'st like him's untutor'd to repeat:
Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
they what they will and what they can,
What need we fear?
The ground's the lowest, and we are half way
Go tell their general we attend him here,
To know for what he comes, and whence he comes,
what he craves.
I go, my lord.
Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist;
If wars, we are unable to resist.
Enter PERICLES with Attendants
Lord governor, for so we hear you are,
Let not our ships and number of our men
Be like a beacon fired to
amaze your eyes.
We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre,
And seen the desolation of your streets:
come we to add sorrow to your tears,
But to relieve them of their heavy load;
And these our ships, you
happily may think
Are like the Trojan horse was stuff'd within
With bloody veins, expecting overthrow,
stored with corn to make your needy bread,
And give them life whom hunger starved half dead.
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