Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane;
But if the prince do live, let us salute him,
Or know what ground's
made happy by his breath.
If in the world he live, we'll seek him out;
If in his grave he rest, we'll find him
And be resolved he lives to govern us,
Or dead, give's cause to mourn his funeral,
And leave us to
our free election.
Whose death indeed's the strongest in our censure:
And knowing this kingdom is without a head,
goodly buildings left without a roof
Soon fall to ruin, your noble self,
That best know how to rule and how
We thus submit unto, our sovereign.
Live, noble Helicane!
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
Forbear the absence of your king:
If in which time expired, he not return,
I shall with aged patience
bear your yoke.
But if I cannot win you to this love,
Go search like nobles, like noble subjects,
And in your
search spend your adventurous worth;
Whom if you find, and win unto return,
You shall like diamonds sit
about his crown.
To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;
And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us,
We with our travels will
Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands:
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands.
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