211Anti. Enough. Let your breath coole your selfe, telling

212your haste.

213Mess. My Lord, Prince Pericles is fled.

214Antin. As thou wilt liue flie after, and like an arrow shot

215from a well experienst Archer hits the marke his eye doth

216leuell at: so thou neuer returne vnlesse thou say Prince Pe-

217ricles is dead.

218Thal. My Lord, if I can get him within my Pistols

219length, Ile make him sure enough , so farewell to your

220highnesse.

221Thaliard adieu, till Pericles be dead,

222My heart can lend no succour to my head.

224Pe. Let none disturb vs, why shold this chãge of thoughts

225The sad companion dull eyde melancholie,

226By me so vsde a guest, as not an houre

227In the dayes glorious walke or peacefull night,

228The tombe where griefe stould sleepe can breed me quiet,

229Here pleasures court mine eies, and mine eies shun them,

230And daunger which I fearde is at Antioch,

231Whose arme seemes farre too short to hit me here,

232Yet neither pleasures Art can ioy my spirits,

233Nor yet the others distance comfort me,

234Then it is thus, the passions of the mind,

235That haue their first conception by misdread,

236Haue after nourishment and life, by care

237And what was first but feare, what might be done,

238Growes elder now, and cares it be not done.

239And so with me the great Antiochus,

240Gainst whom I am too little to contend,

241Since hee's so great, can make his will his act,

242Will thinke me speaking, though I sweare to silence,

243Nor bootes it me to say, I honour,

244If he suspect I may dishonour him.