“Helicanus, thou Hast moved us: what seest thou in our looks? HELICANUS. An angry brow, dread lord. PERICLES. If there be such a dart in princes' frowns, How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? HELICANUS. How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence They have their nourishment?
PERICLES. Thou know'st I have power To take thy life from thee. HELICANUS. [kneeling.]
I have ground the axe myself; Do you but strike the blow. PERICLES. Rise, prithee, rise.”