Page 144 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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ANTIOCHUS
Enough.
Enter a Messenger.
Let your breath cool yourself, telling your haste.
MESSENGER
My lord, Prince Pericles is fled.
Exit.
ANTIOCHUS
As thou wilt live, fly after, and like an arrow shot from a well-experienced
archer hits the mark his eye doth level at, so thou never return unless thou
say [165] ‘Prince Pericles is dead’.
THALIARD
My lord, if I can get him within my pistol’s length, I’Il make him sure enough.
So farewell to your highness.
ANTIOCHUS
Thaliard, adieu. [170]
Exit Thaliard.
Till Pericles be dead,
My heart can lend no succour to my head.
Exit.
Scene II IT
Enter Pericles with his Lords.
PERICLES
Let none disturb us.
Exeunt Lords.
Why should this change of thoughts,
The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy,
Be my so used a guest as not an hour
In the day’s glorious walk or peaceful night,
The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed me quiet? [5]
