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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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DRAMATIS PERSONAE
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ANTIOCHUS king of Antioch.
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PERICLES prince of Tyre.
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HELICANUS |
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ESCANES |
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SIMONIDES king of Pentapolis.
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CLEON governor of Tarsus.
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LYSIMACHUS governor of Mytilene.
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CERIMON a lord of Ephesus.
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THALIARD a lord of Antioch.
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PHILEMON servant to Cerimon.
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LEONINE servant to Dionyza.
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Marshal. (Marshal:)
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A Pandar. (Pandar:)
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BOULT his servant.
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The Daughter of Antiochus. (Daughter:)
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DIONYZA wife to Cleon.
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THAISA daughter to Simonides.
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MARINA daughter to Pericles and Thaisa.
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LYCHORIDA nurse to Marina.
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A Bawd. (Bawd:)
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Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates,
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Fishermen, and Messengers. (Lord:)
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(First Lord:)
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(Second Lord:)
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(Third Lord:)
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(First Knight:)
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(Second Knight:)
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(Third Knight:)
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(First Gentleman:)
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(Second Gentleman:)
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(First Sailor:)
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(Second Sailor:)
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(First Pirate:)
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(Second Pirate:)
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(Third Pirate:)
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(First Fisherman:)
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(Second Fisherman:)
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(Third Fisherman:)
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(Messenger:)
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DIANA:
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GOWER as Chorus.
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SCENE Dispersedly in various countries.
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT I
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[Enter GOWER]
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[Before the palace of Antioch]
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To sing a song that old was sung,
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From ashes ancient Gower is come;
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Assuming man's infirmities,
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To glad your ear, and please your eyes.
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It hath been sung at festivals,
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On ember-eves and holy-ales;
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And lords and ladies in their lives
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Have read it for restoratives:
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The purchase is to make men glorious;
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Et bonum quo antiquius, eo melius.
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If you, born in these latter times,
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When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes.
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And that to hear an old man sing
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May to your wishes pleasure bring
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I life would wish, and that I might
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Waste it for you, like taper-light.
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This Antioch, then, Antiochus the Great
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Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat:
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The fairest in all Syria,
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I tell you what mine authors say:
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This king unto him took a fere,
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Who died and left a female heir,
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So buxom, blithe, and full of face,
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As heaven had lent her all his grace;
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With whom the father liking took,
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And her to incest did provoke:
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Bad child; worse father! to entice his own
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To evil should be done by none:
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But custom what they did begin
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Was with long use account no sin.
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The beauty of this sinful dame
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Made many princes thither frame,
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To seek her as a bed-fellow,
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In marriage-pleasures play-fellow:
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Which to prevent he made a law,
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To keep her still, and men in awe,
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That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
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His riddle told not, lost his life:
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So for her many a wight did die,
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As yon grim looks do testify.
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What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye
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I give, my cause who best can justify.
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[Exit]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT I
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SCENE I Antioch. A room in the palace.
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[Enter ANTIOCHUS, Prince PERICLES, and followers]
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ANTIOCHUS Young prince of Tyre, you have at large received
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The danger of the task you undertake.
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PERICLES I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul
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Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,
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Think death no hazard in this enterprise.
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ANTIOCHUS Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,
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For the embracements even of Jove himself;
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At whose conception, till Lucina reign'd,
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Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,
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The senate-house of planets all did sit,
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To knit in her their best perfections.
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[Music. Enter the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS]
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PERICLES See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring,
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Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
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Of every virtue gives renown to men!
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Her face the book of praises, where is read
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Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
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Sorrow were ever razed and testy wrath
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Could never be her mild companion.
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You gods that made me man, and sway in love,
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That have inflamed desire in my breast
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To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,
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Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
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As I am son and servant to your will,
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To compass such a boundless happiness!
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ANTIOCHUS Prince Pericles,--
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PERICLES That would be son to great Antiochus.
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ANTIOCHUS Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
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With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd;
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For death-like dragons here affright thee hard:
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Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view
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Her countless glory, which desert must gain;
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And which, without desert, because thine eye
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Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die.
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Yon sometimes famous princes, like thyself,
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Drawn by report, adventurous by desire,
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Tell thee, with speechless tongues and semblance pale,
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That without covering, save yon field of stars,
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Here they stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars;
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And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist
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For going on death's net, whom none resist.
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PERICLES Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught
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My frail mortality to know itself,
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And by those fearful objects to prepare
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This body, like to them, to what I must;
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For death remember'd should be like a mirror,
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Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error.
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I'll make my will then, and, as sick men do
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Who know the world, see heaven, but, feeling woe,
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Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did;
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So I bequeath a happy peace to you
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And all good men, as every prince should do;
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My riches to the earth from whence they came;
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But my unspotted fire of love to you.
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[To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS]
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Thus ready for the way of life or death,
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I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus.
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ANTIOCHUS Scorning advice, read the conclusion then:
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Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed,
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As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed.
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Daughter Of all say'd yet, mayst thou prove prosperous!
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Of all say'd yet, I wish thee happiness!
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PERICLES Like a bold champion, I assume the lists,
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Nor ask advice of any other thought
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But faithfulness and courage.
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[He reads the riddle]
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I am no viper, yet I feed
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On mother's flesh which did me breed.
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I sought a husband, in which labour
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I found that kindness in a father:
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He's father, son, and husband mild;
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I mother, wife, and yet his child.
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How they may be, and yet in two,
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As you will live, resolve it you.
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Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers
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That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts,
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Why cloud they not their sights perpetually,
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If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?
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Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still,
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[Takes hold of the hand of the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS]
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Were not this glorious casket stored with ill:
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But I must tell you, now my thoughts revolt
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For he's no man on whom perfections wait
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That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
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You are a fair viol, and your sense the strings;
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Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music,
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Would draw heaven down, and all the gods, to hearken:
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But being play'd upon before your time,
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Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.
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Good sooth, I care not for you.
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ANTIOCHUS Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life.
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For that's an article within our law,
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As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expired:
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Either expound now, or receive your sentence.
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PERICLES Great king,
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Few love to hear the sins they love to act;
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'Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it.
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Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
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He's more secure to keep it shut than shown:
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For vice repeated is like the wandering wind.
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Blows dust in other's eyes, to spread itself;
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And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,
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The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear:
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To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casts
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Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is throng'd
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By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die for't.
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Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's
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their will;
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And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?
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It is enough you know; and it is fit,
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What being more known grows worse, to smother it.
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All love the womb that their first being bred,
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Then give my tongue like leave to love my head.
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ANTIOCHUS [Aside] Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found
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the meaning:
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But I will gloze with him.--Young prince of Tyre,
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Though by the tenor of our strict edict,
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Your exposition misinterpreting,
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We might proceed to cancel of your days;
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Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree
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As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise:
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Forty days longer we do respite you;
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If by which time our secret be undone,
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This mercy shows we'll joy in such a son:
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And until then your entertain shall be
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As doth befit our honour and your worth.
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[Exeunt all but PERICLES]
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PERICLES How courtesy would seem to cover sin,
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When what is done is like an hypocrite,
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The which is good in nothing but in sight!
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If it be true that I interpret false,
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Then were it certain you were not so bad
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As with foul incest to abuse your soul;
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Where now you're both a father and a son,
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By your untimely claspings with your child,
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Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father;
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And she an eater of her mother's flesh,
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By the defiling of her parent's bed;
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And both like serpents are, who though they feed
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On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.
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Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men
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Blush not in actions blacker than the night,
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Will shun no course to keep them from the light.
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One sin, I know, another doth provoke;
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Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke:
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Poison and treason are the hands of sin,
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Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame:
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Then, lest my lie be cropp'd to keep you clear,
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By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear.
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[Exit]
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[Re-enter ANTIOCHUS]
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ANTIOCHUS He hath found the meaning, for which we mean
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To have his head.
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He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy,
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Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin
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In such a loathed manner;
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And therefore instantly this prince must die:
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For by his fall my honour must keep high.
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Who attends us there?
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[Enter THALIARD]
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THALIARD Doth your highness call?
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ANTIOCHUS Thaliard,
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You are of our chamber, and our mind partakes
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Her private actions to your secrecy;
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And for your faithfulness we will advance you.
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Thaliard, behold, here's poison, and here's gold;
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We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him:
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It fits thee not to ask the reason why,
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Because we bid it. Say, is it done?
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THALIARD My lord,
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'Tis done.
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ANTIOCHUS Enough.
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[Enter a Messenger]
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Let your breath cool yourself, telling your haste.
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Messenger My lord, prince Pericles is fled.
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[Exit]
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ANTIOCHUS As thou
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Wilt live, fly after: and like an arrow shot
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From a well-experienced archer hits the mark
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His eye doth level at, so thou ne'er return
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Unless thou say 'Prince Pericles is dead.'
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THALIARD My lord,
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If I can get him within my pistol's length,
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I'll make him sure enough: so, farewell to your highness.
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ANTIOCHUS Thaliard, adieu!
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[Exit THALIARD]
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Till Pericles be dead,
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My heart can lend no succor to my head.
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[Exit]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT I
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SCENE II Tyre. A room in the palace.
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[Enter PERICLES]
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PERICLES [To Lords without] Let none disturb us.--Why should
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this change of thoughts,
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The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy,
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Be my so used a guest as not an hour,
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In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night,
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The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed me quiet?
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Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun them,
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And danger, which I fear'd, is at Antioch,
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Whose aim seems far too short to hit me here:
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Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits,
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Nor yet the other's distance comfort me.
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Then it is thus: the passions of the mind,
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That have their first conception by mis-dread,
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Have after-nourishment and life by care;
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And what was first but fear what might be done,
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Grows elder now and cares it be not done.
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And so with me: the great Antiochus,
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'Gainst whom I am too little to contend,
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Since he's so great can make his will his act,
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Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence;
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Nor boots it me to say I honour him.
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If he suspect I may dishonour him:
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And what may make him blush in being known,
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He'll stop the course by which it might be known;
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With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land,
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And with the ostent of war will look so huge,
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Amazement shall drive courage from the state;
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Our men be vanquish'd ere they do resist,
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And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence:
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Which care of them, not pity of myself,
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Who am no more but as the tops of trees,
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Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them,
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Makes both my body pine and soul to languish,
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And punish that before that he would punish.
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[Enter HELICANUS, with other Lords]
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First Lord Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast!
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Second Lord And keep your mind, till you return to us,
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Peaceful and comfortable!
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HELICANUS Peace, peace, and give experience tongue.
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They do abuse the king that flatter him:
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For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
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The thing which is flatter'd, but a spark,
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To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
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Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
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Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err.
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When Signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace,
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He flatters you, makes war upon your life.
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Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please;
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I cannot be much lower than my knees.
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PERICLES All leave us else; but let your cares o'erlook
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What shipping and what lading's in our haven,
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And then return to us.
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[Exeunt Lords]
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Helicanus, thou
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Hast moved us: what seest thou in our looks?
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HELICANUS An angry brow, dread lord.
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PERICLES If there be such a dart in princes' frowns,
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How durst thy tongue move anger to our face?
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HELICANUS How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence
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They have their nourishment?
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PERICLES Thou know'st I have power
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To take thy life from thee.
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HELICANUS [Kneeling]
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I have ground the axe myself;
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Do you but strike the blow.
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PERICLES Rise, prithee, rise.
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Sit down: thou art no flatterer:
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I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid
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That kings should let their ears hear their
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faults hid!
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Fit counsellor and servant for a prince,
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Who by thy wisdom makest a prince thy servant,
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What wouldst thou have me do?
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HELICANUS To bear with patience
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Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself.
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PERICLES Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus,
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That minister'st a potion unto me
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That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself.
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Attend me, then: I went to Antioch,
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Where as thou know'st, against the face of death,
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I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty.
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From whence an issue I might propagate,
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Are arms to princes, and bring joys to subjects.
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Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder;
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The rest--hark in thine ear--as black as incest:
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Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father
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Seem'd not to strike, but smooth: but thou
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know'st this,
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'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
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Such fear so grew in me, I hither fled,
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Under the covering of a careful night,
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Who seem'd my good protector; and, being here,
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Bethought me what was past, what might succeed.
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I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
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Decrease not, but grow faster than the years:
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And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth,
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That I should open to the listening air
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How many worthy princes' bloods were shed,
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To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
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To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms,
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And make pretence of wrong that I have done him:
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When all, for mine, if I may call offence,
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Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence:
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Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
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Who now reprovest me for it,--
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HELICANUS Alas, sir!
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PERICLES Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks,
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Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts
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How I might stop this tempest ere it came;
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And finding little comfort to relieve them,
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I thought it princely charity to grieve them.
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HELICANUS Well, my lord, since you have given me leave to speak.
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Freely will I speak. Antiochus you fear,
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And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant,
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Who either by public war or private treason
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Will take away your life.
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Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while,
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Till that his rage and anger be forgot,
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Or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life.
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Your rule direct to any; if to me.
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Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be.
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PERICLES I do not doubt thy faith;
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But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?
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HELICANUS We'll mingle our bloods together in the earth,
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From whence we had our being and our birth.
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PERICLES Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus
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Intend my travel, where I'll hear from thee;
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And by whose letters I'll dispose myself.
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The care I had and have of subjects' good
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On thee I lay whose wisdom's strength can bear it.
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I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath:
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Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both:
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But in our orbs we'll live so round and safe,
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That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince,
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Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince.
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[Exeunt]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT I
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SCENE III Tyre. An ante-chamber in the palace.
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[Enter THALIARD]
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THALIARD So, this is Tyre, and this the court. Here must I
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kill King Pericles; and if I do it not, I am sure to
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be hanged at home: 'tis dangerous. Well, I perceive
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he was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that,
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being bid to ask what he would of the king, desired
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he might know none of his secrets: now do I see he
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had some reason for't; for if a king bid a man be a
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villain, he's bound by the indenture of his oath to
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be one! Hush! here come the lords of Tyre.
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[Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES, with other Lords of Tyre]
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HELICANUS You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre,
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Further to question me of your king's departure:
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His seal'd commission, left in trust with me,
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Doth speak sufficiently he's gone to travel.
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THALIARD [Aside] How! the king gone!
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HELICANUS If further yet you will be satisfied,
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Why, as it were unlicensed of your loves,
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He would depart, I'll give some light unto you.
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Being at Antioch--
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THALIARD [Aside] What from Antioch?
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HELICANUS Royal Antiochus--on what cause I know not--
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Took some displeasure at him; at least he judged so:
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And doubting lest that he had err'd or sinn'd,
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To show his sorrow, he'ld correct himself;
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So puts himself unto the shipman's toil,
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With whom each minute threatens life or death.
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THALIARD [Aside] Well, I perceive
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I shall not be hang'd now, although I would;
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But since he's gone, the king's seas must please:
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He 'scaped the land, to perish at the sea.
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I'll present myself. Peace to the lords of Tyre!
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HELICANUS Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.
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THALIARD From him I come
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With message unto princely Pericles;
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But since my landing I have understood
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Your lord has betook himself to unknown travels,
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My message must return from whence it came.
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HELICANUS We have no reason to desire it,
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Commended to our master, not to us:
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Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire,
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As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre.
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[Exeunt]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT I
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SCENE IV Tarsus. A room in the Governor's house.
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[Enter CLEON, the governor of Tarsus, with DIONYZA,
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and others]
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CLEON My Dionyza, shall we rest us here,
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And by relating tales of others' griefs,
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See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?
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DIONYZA That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it;
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For who digs hills because they do aspire
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Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.
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O my distressed lord, even such our griefs are;
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Here they're but felt, and seen with mischief's eyes,
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But like to groves, being topp'd, they higher rise.
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CLEON O Dionyza,
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Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it,
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Or can conceal his hunger till he famish?
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Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep
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Our woes into the air; our eyes do weep,
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Till tongues fetch breath that may proclaim them louder;
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That, if heaven slumber while their creatures want,
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They may awake their helps to comfort them.
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I'll then discourse our woes, felt several years,
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And wanting breath to speak help me with tears.
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DIONYZA I'll do my best, sir.
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CLEON This Tarsus, o'er which I have the government,
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A city on whom plenty held full hand,
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For riches strew'd herself even in the streets;
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Whose towers bore heads so high they kiss'd the clouds,
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And strangers ne'er beheld but wondered at;
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Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'd,
|
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Like one another's glass to trim them by:
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Their tables were stored full, to glad the sight,
|
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And not so much to feed on as delight;
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All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great,
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The name of help grew odious to repeat.
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DIONYZA O, 'tis too true.
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CLEON But see what heaven can do! By this our change,
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These mouths, who but of late, earth, sea, and air,
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Were all too little to content and please,
|
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Although they gave their creatures in abundance,
|
|
As houses are defiled for want of use,
|
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They are now starved for want of exercise:
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Those palates who, not yet two summers younger,
|
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Must have inventions to delight the taste,
|
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Would now be glad of bread, and beg for it:
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Those mothers who, to nousle up their babes,
|
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Thought nought too curious, are ready now
|
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To eat those little darlings whom they loved.
|
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So sharp are hunger's teeth, that man and wife
|
|
Draw lots who first shall die to lengthen life:
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Here stands a lord, and there a lady weeping;
|
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Here many sink, yet those which see them fall
|
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Have scarce strength left to give them burial.
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Is not this true?
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DIONYZA Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it.
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CLEON O, let those cities that of plenty's cup
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And her prosperities so largely taste,
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With their superfluous riots, hear these tears!
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The misery of Tarsus may be theirs.
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[Enter a Lord]
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Lord Where's the lord governor?
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CLEON Here.
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Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste,
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For comfort is too far for us to expect.
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Lord We have descried, upon our neighbouring shore,
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A portly sail of ships make hitherward.
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CLEON I thought as much.
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One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
|
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That may succeed as his inheritor;
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And so in ours: some neighbouring nation,
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Taking advantage of our misery,
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Hath stuff'd these hollow vessels with their power,
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To beat us down, the which are down already;
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And make a conquest of unhappy me,
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Whereas no glory's got to overcome.
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Lord That's the least fear; for, by the semblance
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Of their white flags display'd, they bring us peace,
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And come to us as favourers, not as foes.
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CLEON Thou speak'st like him's untutor'd to repeat:
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Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
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But bring they what they will and what they can,
|
|
What need we fear?
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|
The ground's the lowest, and we are half way there.
|
|
Go tell their general we attend him here,
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|
To know for what he comes, and whence he comes,
|
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And what he craves.
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Lord I go, my lord.
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[Exit]
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CLEON Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist;
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|
If wars, we are unable to resist.
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|
[Enter PERICLES with Attendants]
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PERICLES Lord governor, for so we hear you are,
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|
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:
|
|
Nor 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,
|
|
Are stored with corn to make your needy bread,
|
|
And give them life whom hunger starved half dead.
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|
|
All The gods of Greece protect you!
|
|
And we'll pray for you.
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PERICLES Arise, I pray you, rise:
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We do not look for reverence, but to love,
|
|
And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men.
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CLEON The which when any shall not gratify,
|
|
Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought,
|
|
Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves,
|
|
The curse of heaven and men succeed their evils!
|
|
Till when,--the which I hope shall ne'er be seen,--
|
|
Your grace is welcome to our town and us.
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|
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PERICLES Which welcome we'll accept; feast here awhile,
|
|
Until our stars that frown lend us a smile.
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[Exeunt]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT II
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|
|
|
[Enter GOWER]
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|
|
|
GOWER Here have you seen a mighty king
|
|
His child, I wis, to incest bring;
|
|
A better prince and benign lord,
|
|
That will prove awful both in deed and word.
|
|
Be quiet then as men should be,
|
|
Till he hath pass'd necessity.
|
|
I'll show you those in troubles reign,
|
|
Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
|
|
The good in conversation,
|
|
To whom I give my benison,
|
|
Is still at Tarsus, where each man
|
|
Thinks all is writ he speken can;
|
|
And, to remember what he does,
|
|
Build his statue to make him glorious:
|
|
But tidings to the contrary
|
|
Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?
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|
|
|
DUMB SHOW.
|
|
|
|
[Enter at one door PERICLES talking with CLEON; all
|
|
the train with them. Enter at another door a
|
|
Gentleman, with a letter to PERICLES; PERICLES
|
|
shows the letter to CLEON; gives the Messenger a
|
|
reward, and knights him. Exit PERICLES at one
|
|
door, and CLEON at another]
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|
|
|
Good Helicane, that stay'd at home,
|
|
Not to eat honey like a drone
|
|
From others' labours; for though he strive
|
|
To killen bad, keep good alive;
|
|
And to fulfil his prince' desire,
|
|
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre:
|
|
How Thaliard came full bent with sin
|
|
And had intent to murder him;
|
|
And that in Tarsus was not best
|
|
Longer for him to make his rest.
|
|
He, doing so, put forth to seas,
|
|
Where when men been, there's seldom ease;
|
|
For now the wind begins to blow;
|
|
Thunder above and deeps below
|
|
Make such unquiet, that the ship
|
|
Should house him safe is wreck'd and split;
|
|
And he, good prince, having all lost,
|
|
By waves from coast to coast is tost:
|
|
All perishen of man, of pelf,
|
|
Ne aught escapen but himself;
|
|
Till fortune, tired with doing bad,
|
|
Threw him ashore, to give him glad:
|
|
And here he comes. What shall be next,
|
|
Pardon old Gower,--this longs the text.
|
|
|
|
[Exit]
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|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT II
|
|
|
|
SCENE I Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side.
|
|
|
|
[Enter PERICLES, wet]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
|
|
Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man
|
|
Is but a substance that must yield to you;
|
|
And I, as fits my nature, do obey you:
|
|
Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks,
|
|
Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath
|
|
Nothing to think on but ensuing death:
|
|
Let it suffice the greatness of your powers
|
|
To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes;
|
|
And having thrown him from your watery grave,
|
|
Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave.
|
|
|
|
[Enter three FISHERMEN]
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman What, ho, Pilch!
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman Ha, come and bring away the nets!
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman What, Patch-breech, I say!
|
|
|
|
Third Fisherman What say you, master?
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Look how thou stirrest now! come away, or I'll
|
|
fetch thee with a wanion.
|
|
|
|
Third Fisherman Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men that
|
|
were cast away before us even now.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to hear what
|
|
pitiful cries they made to us to help them, when,
|
|
well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves.
|
|
|
|
Third Fisherman Nay, master, said not I as much when I saw the
|
|
porpus how he bounced and tumbled? they say
|
|
they're half fish, half flesh: a plague on them,
|
|
they ne'er come but I look to be washed. Master, I
|
|
marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the
|
|
little ones: I can compare our rich misers to
|
|
nothing so fitly as to a whale; a' plays and
|
|
tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at
|
|
last devours them all at a mouthful: such whales
|
|
have I heard on o' the land, who never leave gaping
|
|
till they've swallowed the whole parish, church,
|
|
steeple, bells, and all.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES [Aside] A pretty moral.
|
|
|
|
Third Fisherman But, master, if I had been the sexton, I would have
|
|
been that day in the belfry.
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman Why, man?
|
|
|
|
Third Fisherman Because he should have swallowed me too: and when I
|
|
had been in his belly, I would have kept such a
|
|
jangling of the bells, that he should never have
|
|
left, till he cast bells, steeple, church, and
|
|
parish up again. But if the good King Simonides
|
|
were of my mind,--
|
|
|
|
PERICLES [Aside] Simonides!
|
|
|
|
Third Fisherman We would purge the land of these drones, that rob
|
|
the bee of her honey.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES [Aside] How from the finny subject of the sea
|
|
These fishers tell the infirmities of men;
|
|
And from their watery empire recollect
|
|
All that may men approve or men detect!
|
|
Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen.
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman Honest! good fellow, what's that? If it be a day
|
|
fits you, search out of the calendar, and nobody
|
|
look after it.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES May see the sea hath cast upon your coast.
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman What a drunken knave was the sea to cast thee in our
|
|
way!
|
|
|
|
PERICLES A man whom both the waters and the wind,
|
|
In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball
|
|
For them to play upon, entreats you pity him:
|
|
He asks of you, that never used to beg.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman No, friend, cannot you beg? Here's them in our
|
|
country Greece gets more with begging than we can do
|
|
with working.
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman Canst thou catch any fishes, then?
|
|
|
|
PERICLES I never practised it.
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman Nay, then thou wilt starve, sure; for here's nothing
|
|
to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for't.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES What I have been I have forgot to know;
|
|
But what I am, want teaches me to think on:
|
|
A man throng'd up with cold: my veins are chill,
|
|
And have no more of life than may suffice
|
|
To give my tongue that heat to ask your help;
|
|
Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
|
|
For that I am a man, pray see me buried.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Die quoth-a? Now gods forbid! I have a gown here;
|
|
come, put it on; keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a
|
|
handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and
|
|
we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for
|
|
fasting-days, and moreo'er puddings and flap-jacks,
|
|
and thou shalt be welcome.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES I thank you, sir.
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman Hark you, my friend; you said you could not beg.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES I did but crave.
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman But crave! Then I'll turn craver too, and so I
|
|
shall 'scape whipping.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Why, are all your beggars whipped, then?
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman O, not all, my friend, not all; for if all your
|
|
beggars were whipped, I would wish no better office
|
|
than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up the
|
|
net.
|
|
|
|
[Exit with Third Fisherman]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES [Aside] How well this honest mirth becomes their labour!
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Hark you, sir, do you know where ye are?
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Not well.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Why, I'll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and
|
|
our king the good Simonides.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES The good King Simonides, do you call him.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Ay, sir; and he deserves so to be called for his
|
|
peaceable reign and good government.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES He is a happy king, since he gains from his subjects
|
|
the name of good by his government. How far is his
|
|
court distant from this shore?
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Marry, sir, half a day's journey: and I'll tell
|
|
you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is her
|
|
birth-day; and there are princes and knights come
|
|
from all parts of the world to just and tourney for her love.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I could wish
|
|
to make one there.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man
|
|
cannot get, he may lawfully deal for--his wife's soul.
|
|
|
|
[Re-enter Second and Third Fishermen, drawing up a net]
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net,
|
|
like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly
|
|
come out. Ha! bots on't, 'tis come at last, and
|
|
'tis turned to a rusty armour.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it.
|
|
Thanks, fortune, yet, that, after all my crosses,
|
|
Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself;
|
|
And though it was mine own, part of my heritage,
|
|
Which my dead father did bequeath to me.
|
|
With this strict charge, even as he left his life,
|
|
'Keep it, my Pericles; it hath been a shield
|
|
Twixt me and death;'--and pointed to this brace;--
|
|
'For that it saved me, keep it; in like necessity--
|
|
The which the gods protect thee from!--may
|
|
defend thee.'
|
|
It kept where I kept, I so dearly loved it;
|
|
Till the rough seas, that spare not any man,
|
|
Took it in rage, though calm'd have given't again:
|
|
I thank thee for't: my shipwreck now's no ill,
|
|
Since I have here my father's gift in's will.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman What mean you, sir?
|
|
|
|
PERICLES To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
|
|
For it was sometime target to a king;
|
|
I know it by this mark. He loved me dearly,
|
|
And for his sake I wish the having of it;
|
|
And that you'ld guide me to your sovereign's court,
|
|
Where with it I may appear a gentleman;
|
|
And if that ever my low fortune's better,
|
|
I'll pay your bounties; till then rest your debtor.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?
|
|
|
|
PERICLES I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
|
|
|
|
First Fisherman Why, do 'e take it, and the gods give thee good on't!
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman Ay, but hark you, my friend; 'twas we that made up
|
|
this garment through the rough seams of the waters:
|
|
there are certain condolements, certain vails. I
|
|
hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from
|
|
whence you had it.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Believe 't, I will.
|
|
By your furtherance I am clothed in steel;
|
|
And, spite of all the rapture of the sea,
|
|
This jewel holds his building on my arm:
|
|
Unto thy value I will mount myself
|
|
Upon a courser, whose delightful steps
|
|
Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.
|
|
Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided
|
|
Of a pair of bases.
|
|
|
|
Second Fisherman We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my best gown to
|
|
make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee to the court myself.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Then honour be but a goal to my will,
|
|
This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT II
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SCENE II The same. A public way or platform leading to the
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lists. A pavilion by the side of it for the
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reception of King, Princess, Lords, &c.
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[Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants]
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SIMONIDES Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?
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First Lord They are, my liege;
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And stay your coming to present themselves.
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SIMONIDES Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,
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In honour of whose birth these triumphs are,
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Sits here, like beauty's child, whom nature gat
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For men to see, and seeing wonder at.
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[Exit a Lord]
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THAISA It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express
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My commendations great, whose merit's less.
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SIMONIDES It's fit it should be so; for princes are
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A model which heaven makes like to itself:
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As jewels lose their glory if neglected,
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So princes their renowns if not respected.
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'Tis now your honour, daughter, to explain
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The labour of each knight in his device.
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THAISA Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perform.
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[Enter a Knight; he passes over, and his Squire
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presents his shield to the Princess]
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SIMONIDES Who is the first that doth prefer himself?
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THAISA A knight of Sparta, my renowned father;
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And the device he bears upon his shield
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Is a black Ethiope reaching at the sun
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The word, 'Lux tua vita mihi.'
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SIMONIDES He loves you well that holds his life of you.
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[The Second Knight passes over]
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Who is the second that presents himself?
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THAISA A prince of Macedon, my royal father;
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And the device he bears upon his shield
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Is an arm'd knight that's conquer'd by a lady;
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The motto thus, in Spanish, 'Piu por dulzura que por fuerza.'
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[The Third Knight passes over]
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SIMONIDES And what's the third?
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THAISA The third of Antioch;
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And his device, a wreath of chivalry;
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The word, 'Me pompae provexit apex.'
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[The Fourth Knight passes over]
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SIMONIDES What is the fourth?
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THAISA A burning torch that's turned upside down;
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The word, 'Quod me alit, me extinguit.'
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SIMONIDES Which shows that beauty hath his power and will,
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Which can as well inflame as it can kill.
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[The Fifth Knight passes over]
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THAISA The fifth, an hand environed with clouds,
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Holding out gold that's by the touchstone tried;
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The motto thus, 'Sic spectanda fides.'
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[The Sixth Knight, PERICLES, passes over]
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SIMONIDES And what's
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The sixth and last, the which the knight himself
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With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?
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THAISA He seems to be a stranger; but his present is
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A wither'd branch, that's only green at top;
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The motto, 'In hac spe vivo.'
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SIMONIDES A pretty moral;
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From the dejected state wherein he is,
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He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.
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First Lord He had need mean better than his outward show
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Can any way speak in his just commend;
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For by his rusty outside he appears
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To have practised more the whipstock than the lance.
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Second Lord He well may be a stranger, for he comes
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To an honour'd triumph strangely furnished.
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Third Lord And on set purpose let his armour rust
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Until this day, to scour it in the dust.
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SIMONIDES Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan
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The outward habit by the inward man.
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But stay, the knights are coming: we will withdraw
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Into the gallery.
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[Exeunt]
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[Great shouts within and all cry 'The mean knight!']
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT II
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SCENE III The same. A hall of state: a banquet prepared.
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[Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, Attendants, and
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Knights, from tilting]
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SIMONIDES Knights,
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To say you're welcome were superfluous.
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To place upon the volume of your deeds,
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As in a title-page, your worth in arms,
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Were more than you expect, or more than's fit,
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Since every worth in show commends itself.
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Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
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You are princes and my guests.
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THAISA But you, my knight and guest;
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To whom this wreath of victory I give,
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And crown you king of this day's happiness.
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PERICLES 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit.
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SIMONIDES Call it by what you will, the day is yours;
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And here, I hope, is none that envies it.
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In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed,
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To make some good, but others to exceed;
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And you are her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o'
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the feast,--
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For, daughter, so you are,--here take your place:
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Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace.
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KNIGHTS We are honour'd much by good Simonides.
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SIMONIDES Your presence glads our days: honour we love;
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For who hates honour hates the gods above.
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Marshal Sir, yonder is your place.
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PERICLES Some other is more fit.
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First Knight Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen
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That neither in our hearts nor outward eyes
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Envy the great nor do the low despise.
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PERICLES You are right courteous knights.
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SIMONIDES Sit, sir, sit.
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PERICLES By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
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These cates resist me, she but thought upon.
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THAISA By Juno, that is queen of marriage,
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All viands that I eat do seem unsavoury.
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Wishing him my meat. Sure, he's a gallant gentleman.
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SIMONIDES He's but a country gentleman;
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Has done no more than other knights have done;
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Has broken a staff or so; so let it pass.
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THAISA To me he seems like diamond to glass.
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PERICLES Yon king's to me like to my father's picture,
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Which tells me in that glory once he was;
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Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne,
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And he the sun, for them to reverence;
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None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights,
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Did vail their crowns to his supremacy:
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Where now his son's like a glow-worm in the night,
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The which hath fire in darkness, none in light:
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Whereby I see that Time's the king of men,
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He's both their parent, and he is their grave,
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And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
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SIMONIDES What, are you merry, knights?
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Knights Who can be other in this royal presence?
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SIMONIDES Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,--
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As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,--
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We drink this health to you.
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KNIGHTS We thank your grace.
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SIMONIDES Yet pause awhile:
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Yon knight doth sit too melancholy,
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As if the entertainment in our court
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Had not a show might countervail his worth.
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Note it not you, Thaisa?
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THAISA What is it
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To me, my father?
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SIMONIDES O, attend, my daughter:
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Princes in this should live like gods above,
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Who freely give to every one that comes
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To honour them:
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And princes not doing so are like to gnats,
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Which make a sound, but kill'd are wonder'd at.
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Therefore to make his entrance more sweet,
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Here, say we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.
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THAISA Alas, my father, it befits not me
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Unto a stranger knight to be so bold:
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He may my proffer take for an offence,
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Since men take women's gifts for impudence.
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SIMONIDES How!
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Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
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THAISA [Aside] Now, by the gods, he could not please me better.
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SIMONIDES And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him,
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Of whence he is, his name and parentage.
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THAISA The king my father, sir, has drunk to you.
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PERICLES I thank him.
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THAISA Wishing it so much blood unto your life.
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PERICLES I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
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THAISA And further he desires to know of you,
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Of whence you are, your name and parentage.
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PERICLES A gentleman of Tyre; my name, Pericles;
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My education been in arts and arms;
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Who, looking for adventures in the world,
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Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men,
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And after shipwreck driven upon this shore.
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THAISA He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles,
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A gentleman of Tyre,
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Who only by misfortune of the seas
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Bereft of ships and men, cast on this shore.
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SIMONIDES Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
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And will awake him from his melancholy.
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Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
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And waste the time, which looks for other revels.
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Even in your armours, as you are address'd,
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Will very well become a soldier's dance.
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I will not have excuse, with saying this
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Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads,
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Since they love men in arms as well as beds.
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[The Knights dance]
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So, this was well ask'd,'twas so well perform'd.
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Come, sir;
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Here is a lady that wants breathing too:
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And I have heard, you knights of Tyre
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Are excellent in making ladies trip;
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And that their measures are as excellent.
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PERICLES In those that practise them they are, my lord.
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SIMONIDES O, that's as much as you would be denied
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Of your fair courtesy.
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[The Knights and Ladies dance]
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Unclasp, unclasp:
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Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well.
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[To PERICLES]
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But you the best. Pages and lights, to conduct
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These knights unto their several lodgings!
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[To PERICLES]
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Yours, sir,
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We have given order to be next our own.
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PERICLES I am at your grace's pleasure.
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SIMONIDES Princes, it is too late to talk of love;
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And that's the mark I know you level at:
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Therefore each one betake him to his rest;
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To-morrow all for speeding do their best.
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[Exeunt]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT II
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SCENE IV Tyre. A room in the Governor's house.
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[Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES]
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HELICANUS No, Escanes, know this of me,
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Antiochus from incest lived not free:
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For which, the most high gods not minding longer
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To withhold the vengeance that they had in store,
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Due to this heinous capital offence,
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Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
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When he was seated in a chariot
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Of an inestimable value, and his daughter with him,
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A fire from heaven came and shrivell'd up
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Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk,
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That all those eyes adored them ere their fall
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Scorn now their hand should give them burial.
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ESCANES 'Twas very strange.
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HELICANUS And yet but justice; for though
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This king were great, his greatness was no guard
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To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward.
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ESCANES 'Tis very true.
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[Enter two or three Lords]
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First Lord See, not a man in private conference
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Or council has respect with him but he.
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Second Lord It shall no longer grieve without reproof.
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Third Lord And cursed be he that will not second it.
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First Lord Follow me, then. Lord Helicane, a word.
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HELICANUS With me? and welcome: happy day, my lords.
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First Lord Know that our griefs are risen to the top,
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And now at length they overflow their banks.
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HELICANUS Your griefs! for what? wrong not your prince you love.
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First Lord Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane;
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But if the prince do live, let us salute him,
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Or know what ground's made happy by his breath.
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If in the world he live, we'll seek him out;
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If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there;
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And be resolved he lives to govern us,
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Or dead, give's cause to mourn his funeral,
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And leave us to our free election.
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Second Lord Whose death indeed's the strongest in our censure:
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And knowing this kingdom is without a head,--
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Like goodly buildings left without a roof
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Soon fall to ruin,--your noble self,
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That best know how to rule and how to reign,
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We thus submit unto,--our sovereign.
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All Live, noble Helicane!
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HELICANUS For honour's cause, forbear your suffrages:
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If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear.
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Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
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Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease.
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A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you to
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Forbear the absence of your king:
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If in which time expired, he not return,
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I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
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But if I cannot win you to this love,
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Go search like nobles, like noble subjects,
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And in your search spend your adventurous worth;
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Whom if you find, and win unto return,
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You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.
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First Lord To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;
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And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us,
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We with our travels will endeavour us.
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HELICANUS Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands:
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When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands.
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[Exeunt]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT II
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SCENE V Pentapolis. A room in the palace.
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[Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door:
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the Knights meet him]
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First Knight Good morrow to the good Simonides.
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SIMONIDES Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
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That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake
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A married life.
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Her reason to herself is only known,
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Which yet from her by no means can I get.
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Second Knight May we not get access to her, my lord?
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SIMONIDES 'Faith, by no means; she has so strictly tied
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Her to her chamber, that 'tis impossible.
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One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery;
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This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd
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And on her virgin honour will not break it.
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Third Knight Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
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[Exeunt Knights]
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SIMONIDES So,
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They are well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter:
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She tells me here, she'd wed the stranger knight,
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Or never more to view nor day nor light.
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'Tis well, mistress; your choice agrees with mine;
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I like that well: nay, how absolute she's in't,
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Not minding whether I dislike or no!
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Well, I do commend her choice;
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And will no longer have it be delay'd.
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Soft! here he comes: I must dissemble it.
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[Enter PERICLES]
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PERICLES All fortune to the good Simonides!
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SIMONIDES To you as much, sir! I am beholding to you
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For your sweet music this last night: I do
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Protest my ears were never better fed
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With such delightful pleasing harmony.
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PERICLES It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
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Not my desert.
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SIMONIDES Sir, you are music's master.
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PERICLES The worst of all her scholars, my good lord.
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SIMONIDES Let me ask you one thing:
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What do you think of my daughter, sir?
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PERICLES A most virtuous princess.
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SIMONIDES And she is fair too, is she not?
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PERICLES As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.
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SIMONIDES Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you;
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Ay, so well, that you must be her master,
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And she will be your scholar: therefore look to it.
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PERICLES I am unworthy for her schoolmaster.
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SIMONIDES She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.
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PERICLES [Aside] What's here?
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A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre!
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'Tis the king's subtlety to have my life.
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O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,
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A stranger and distressed gentleman,
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That never aim'd so high to love your daughter,
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But bent all offices to honour her.
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SIMONIDES Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art
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A villain.
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PERICLES By the gods, I have not:
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Never did thought of mine levy offence;
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Nor never did my actions yet commence
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A deed might gain her love or your displeasure.
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SIMONIDES Traitor, thou liest.
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PERICLES Traitor!
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SIMONIDES Ay, traitor.
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PERICLES Even in his throat--unless it be the king--
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That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
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SIMONIDES [Aside] Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.
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PERICLES My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
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That never relish'd of a base descent.
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I came unto your court for honour's cause,
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And not to be a rebel to her state;
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And he that otherwise accounts of me,
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This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.
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SIMONIDES No?
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Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
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[Enter THAISA]
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PERICLES Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
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Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
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Did ere solicit, or my hand subscribe
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To any syllable that made love to you.
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THAISA Why, sir, say if you had,
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Who takes offence at that would make me glad?
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SIMONIDES Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?
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[Aside]
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I am glad on't with all my heart.--
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I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection.
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Will you, not having my consent,
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Bestow your love and your affections
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Upon a stranger?
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[Aside]
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who, for aught I know,
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May be, nor can I think the contrary,
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As great in blood as I myself.--
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Therefore hear you, mistress; either frame
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Your will to mine,--and you, sir, hear you,
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Either be ruled by me, or I will make you--
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Man and wife:
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Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it too:
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And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy;
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And for a further grief,--God give you joy!--
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What, are you both pleased?
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THAISA Yes, if you love me, sir.
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PERICLES Even as my life, or blood that fosters it.
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SIMONIDES What, are you both agreed?
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BOTH Yes, if it please your majesty.
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SIMONIDES It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed;
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And then with what haste you can get you to bed.
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[Exeunt]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT III
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[Enter GOWER]
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GOWER Now sleep y-slaked hath the rout;
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No din but snores the house about,
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Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
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Of this most pompous marriage-feast.
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The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
|
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Now crouches fore the mouse's hole;
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And crickets sing at the oven's mouth,
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E'er the blither for their drouth.
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Hymen hath brought the bride to bed.
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Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
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A babe is moulded. Be attent,
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And time that is so briefly spent
|
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With your fine fancies quaintly eche:
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What's dumb in show I'll plain with speech.
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DUMB SHOW.
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[Enter, PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with
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Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and
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gives PERICLES a letter: PERICLES shows it
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SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to him. Then enter
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THAISA with child, with LYCHORIDA a nurse. The
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KING shows her the letter; she rejoices: she and
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PERICLES takes leave of her father, and depart with
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LYCHORIDA and their Attendants. Then exeunt
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SIMONIDES and the rest]
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By many a dern and painful perch
|
|
Of Pericles the careful search,
|
|
By the four opposing coigns
|
|
Which the world together joins,
|
|
Is made with all due diligence
|
|
That horse and sail and high expense
|
|
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre,
|
|
Fame answering the most strange inquire,
|
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To the court of King Simonides
|
|
Are letters brought, the tenor these:
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Antiochus and his daughter dead;
|
|
The men of Tyrus on the head
|
|
Of Helicanus would set on
|
|
The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
|
|
The mutiny he there hastes t' oppress;
|
|
Says to 'em, if King Pericles
|
|
Come not home in twice six moons,
|
|
He, obedient to their dooms,
|
|
Will take the crown. The sum of this,
|
|
Brought hither to Pentapolis,
|
|
Y-ravished the regions round,
|
|
And every one with claps can sound,
|
|
'Our heir-apparent is a king!
|
|
Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?'
|
|
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre:
|
|
His queen with child makes her desire--
|
|
Which who shall cross?--along to go:
|
|
Omit we all their dole and woe:
|
|
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
|
|
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
|
|
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
|
|
Hath their keel cut: but fortune's mood
|
|
Varies again; the grisly north
|
|
Disgorges such a tempest forth,
|
|
That, as a duck for life that dives,
|
|
So up and down the poor ship drives:
|
|
The lady shrieks, and well-a-near
|
|
Does fall in travail with her fear:
|
|
And what ensues in this fell storm
|
|
Shall for itself itself perform.
|
|
I nill relate, action may
|
|
Conveniently the rest convey;
|
|
Which might not what by me is told.
|
|
In your imagination hold
|
|
This stage the ship, upon whose deck
|
|
The sea-tost Pericles appears to speak.
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|
|
|
[Exit]
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|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT III
|
|
|
|
SCENE I:
|
|
|
|
[Enter PERICLES, on shipboard]
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|
|
|
PERICLES Thou god of this great vast, rebuke these surges,
|
|
Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast
|
|
Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
|
|
Having call'd them from the deep! O, still
|
|
Thy deafening, dreadful thunders; gently quench
|
|
Thy nimble, sulphurous flashes! O, how, Lychorida,
|
|
How does my queen? Thou stormest venomously;
|
|
Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle
|
|
Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
|
|
Unheard. Lychorida!--Lucina, O
|
|
Divinest patroness, and midwife gentle
|
|
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
|
|
Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs
|
|
Of my queen's travails!
|
|
|
|
[Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant]
|
|
|
|
Now, Lychorida!
|
|
|
|
LYCHORIDA Here is a thing too young for such a place,
|
|
Who, if it had conceit, would die, as I
|
|
Am like to do: take in your arms this piece
|
|
Of your dead queen.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES How, how, Lychorida!
|
|
|
|
LYCHORIDA Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm.
|
|
Here's all that is left living of your queen,
|
|
A little daughter: for the sake of it,
|
|
Be manly, and take comfort.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES O you gods!
|
|
Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,
|
|
And snatch them straight away? We here below
|
|
Recall not what we give, and therein may
|
|
Use honour with you.
|
|
|
|
LYCHORIDA Patience, good sir,
|
|
Even for this charge.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Now, mild may be thy life!
|
|
For a more blustrous birth had never babe:
|
|
Quiet and gentle thy conditions! for
|
|
Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world
|
|
That ever was prince's child. Happy what follows!
|
|
Thou hast as chiding a nativity
|
|
As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make,
|
|
To herald thee from the womb: even at the first
|
|
Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit,
|
|
With all thou canst find here. Now, the good gods
|
|
Throw their best eyes upon't!
|
|
|
|
[Enter two Sailors]
|
|
|
|
First Sailor What courage, sir? God save you!
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw;
|
|
It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love
|
|
Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer,
|
|
I would it would be quiet.
|
|
|
|
First Sailor Slack the bolins there! Thou wilt not, wilt thou?
|
|
Blow, and split thyself.
|
|
|
|
Second Sailor But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss
|
|
the moon, I care not.
|
|
|
|
First Sailor Sir, your queen must overboard: the sea works high,
|
|
the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be
|
|
cleared of the dead.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES That's your superstition.
|
|
|
|
First Sailor Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been still
|
|
observed: and we are strong in custom. Therefore
|
|
briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES As you think meet. Most wretched queen!
|
|
|
|
LYCHORIDA Here she lies, sir.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear;
|
|
No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
|
|
Forgot thee utterly: nor have I time
|
|
To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
|
|
Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze;
|
|
Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
|
|
And e'er-remaining lamps, the belching whale
|
|
And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse,
|
|
Lying with simple shells. O Lychorida,
|
|
Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper,
|
|
My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
|
|
Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe
|
|
Upon the pillow: hie thee, whiles I say
|
|
A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman.
|
|
|
|
[Exit LYCHORIDA]
|
|
|
|
Second Sailor Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulked
|
|
and bitumed ready.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this?
|
|
|
|
Second Sailor We are near Tarsus.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Thither, gentle mariner.
|
|
Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?
|
|
|
|
Second Sailor By break of day, if the wind cease.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES O, make for Tarsus!
|
|
There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
|
|
Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it
|
|
At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner:
|
|
I'll bring the body presently.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT III
|
|
|
|
SCENE II Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house.
|
|
|
|
[Enter CERIMON, with a Servant, and some Persons who
|
|
have been shipwrecked]
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Philemon, ho!
|
|
|
|
[Enter PHILEMON]
|
|
|
|
PHILEMON Doth my lord call?
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Get fire and meat for these poor men:
|
|
'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.
|
|
|
|
Servant I have been in many; but such a night as this,
|
|
Till now, I ne'er endured.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Your master will be dead ere you return;
|
|
There's nothing can be minister'd to nature
|
|
That can recover him.
|
|
|
|
[To PHILEMON]
|
|
|
|
Give this to the 'pothecary,
|
|
And tell me how it works.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt all but CERIMON]
|
|
|
|
[Enter two Gentlemen]
|
|
|
|
First Gentleman Good morrow.
|
|
|
|
Second Gentleman Good morrow to your lordship.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Gentlemen,
|
|
Why do you stir so early?
|
|
|
|
First Gentleman Sir,
|
|
Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
|
|
Shook as the earth did quake;
|
|
The very principals did seem to rend,
|
|
And all-to topple: pure surprise and fear
|
|
Made me to quit the house.
|
|
|
|
Second Gentleman That is the cause we trouble you so early;
|
|
'Tis not our husbandry.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON O, you say well.
|
|
|
|
First Gentleman But I much marvel that your lordship, having
|
|
Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
|
|
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
|
|
'Tis most strange,
|
|
Nature should be so conversant with pain,
|
|
Being thereto not compell'd.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON I hold it ever,
|
|
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
|
|
Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
|
|
May the two latter darken and expend;
|
|
But immortality attends the former.
|
|
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
|
|
Have studied physic, through which secret art,
|
|
By turning o'er authorities, I have,
|
|
Together with my practise, made familiar
|
|
To me and to my aid the blest infusions
|
|
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
|
|
And I can speak of the disturbances
|
|
That nature works, and of her cures; which doth give me
|
|
A more content in course of true delight
|
|
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
|
|
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
|
|
To please the fool and death.
|
|
|
|
Second Gentleman Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
|
|
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
|
|
Your creatures, who by you have been restored:
|
|
And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
|
|
Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
|
|
Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.
|
|
|
|
[Enter two or three Servants with a chest]
|
|
|
|
First Servant So; lift there.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON What is that?
|
|
|
|
First Servant Sir, even now
|
|
Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:
|
|
'Tis of some wreck.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Set 't down, let's look upon't.
|
|
|
|
Second Gentleman 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Whate'er it be,
|
|
'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:
|
|
If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold,
|
|
'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.
|
|
|
|
Second Gentleman 'Tis so, my lord.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
|
|
Did the sea cast it up?
|
|
|
|
First Servant I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
|
|
As toss'd it upon shore.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Wrench it open;
|
|
Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.
|
|
|
|
Second Gentleman A delicate odour.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
|
|
O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse!
|
|
|
|
First Gentleman Most strange!
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured
|
|
With full bags of spices! A passport too!
|
|
Apollo, perfect me in the characters!
|
|
|
|
[Reads from a scroll]
|
|
|
|
'Here I give to understand,
|
|
If e'er this coffin drive a-land,
|
|
I, King Pericles, have lost
|
|
This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
|
|
Who finds her, give her burying;
|
|
She was the daughter of a king:
|
|
Besides this treasure for a fee,
|
|
The gods requite his charity!'
|
|
|
|
If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart
|
|
That even cracks for woe! This chanced tonight.
|
|
|
|
Second Gentleman Most likely, sir.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Nay, certainly to-night;
|
|
For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough
|
|
That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within:
|
|
Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.
|
|
|
|
[Exit a Servant]
|
|
|
|
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
|
|
And yet the fire of life kindle again
|
|
The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
|
|
That had nine hours lien dead,
|
|
Who was by good appliance recovered.
|
|
|
|
[Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire]
|
|
|
|
Well said, well said; the fire and cloths.
|
|
The rough and woeful music that we have,
|
|
Cause it to sound, beseech you.
|
|
The viol once more: how thou stirr'st, thou block!
|
|
The music there!--I pray you, give her air.
|
|
Gentlemen.
|
|
This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth
|
|
Breathes out of her: she hath not been entranced
|
|
Above five hours: see how she gins to blow
|
|
Into life's flower again!
|
|
|
|
First Gentleman The heavens,
|
|
Through you, increase our wonder and set up
|
|
Your fame forever.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON She is alive; behold,
|
|
Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
|
|
Which Pericles hath lost,
|
|
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
|
|
The diamonds of a most praised water
|
|
Do appear, to make the world twice rich. Live,
|
|
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
|
|
Rare as you seem to be.
|
|
|
|
[She moves]
|
|
|
|
THAISA O dear Diana,
|
|
Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?
|
|
|
|
Second Gentleman Is not this strange?
|
|
|
|
First Gentleman Most rare.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Hush, my gentle neighbours!
|
|
Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her.
|
|
Get linen: now this matter must be look'd to,
|
|
For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;
|
|
And AEsculapius guide us!
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt, carrying her away]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT III
|
|
|
|
SCENE III Tarsus. A room in CLEON's house.
|
|
|
|
[Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, and LYCHORIDA with
|
|
MARINA in her arms]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;
|
|
My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands
|
|
In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
|
|
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
|
|
Make up the rest upon you!
|
|
|
|
CLEON Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,
|
|
Yet glance full wanderingly on us.
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA O your sweet queen!
|
|
That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her hither,
|
|
To have bless'd mine eyes with her!
|
|
|
|
PERICLES We cannot but obey
|
|
The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
|
|
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
|
|
Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina, whom,
|
|
For she was born at sea, I have named so, here
|
|
I charge your charity withal, leaving her
|
|
The infant of your care; beseeching you
|
|
To give her princely training, that she may be
|
|
Manner'd as she is born.
|
|
|
|
CLEON Fear not, my lord, but think
|
|
Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,
|
|
For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,
|
|
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection
|
|
Should therein make me vile, the common body,
|
|
By you relieved, would force me to my duty:
|
|
But if to that my nature need a spur,
|
|
The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
|
|
To the end of generation!
|
|
|
|
PERICLES I believe you;
|
|
Your honour and your goodness teach me to't,
|
|
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
|
|
By bright Diana, whom we honour, all
|
|
Unscissor'd shall this hair of mine remain,
|
|
Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave.
|
|
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
|
|
In bringing up my child.
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA I have one myself,
|
|
Who shall not be more dear to my respect
|
|
Than yours, my lord.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Madam, my thanks and prayers.
|
|
|
|
CLEON We'll bring your grace e'en to the edge o' the shore,
|
|
Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune and
|
|
The gentlest winds of heaven.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES I will embrace
|
|
Your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears,
|
|
Lychorida, no tears:
|
|
Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
|
|
You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT III
|
|
|
|
SCENE IV Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house.
|
|
|
|
[Enter CERIMON and THAISA]
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
|
|
Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
|
|
At your command. Know you the character?
|
|
|
|
THAISA It is my lord's.
|
|
That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
|
|
Even on my eaning time; but whether there
|
|
Deliver'd, by the holy gods,
|
|
I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles,
|
|
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
|
|
A vestal livery will I take me to,
|
|
And never more have joy.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,
|
|
Diana's temple is not distant far,
|
|
Where you may abide till your date expire.
|
|
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
|
|
Shall there attend you.
|
|
|
|
THAISA My recompense is thanks, that's all;
|
|
Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
[Enter GOWER]
|
|
|
|
GOWER Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre,
|
|
Welcomed and settled to his own desire.
|
|
His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus,
|
|
Unto Diana there a votaress.
|
|
Now to Marina bend your mind,
|
|
Whom our fast-growing scene must find
|
|
At Tarsus, and by Cleon train'd
|
|
In music, letters; who hath gain'd
|
|
Of education all the grace,
|
|
Which makes her both the heart and place
|
|
Of general wonder. But, alack,
|
|
That monster envy, oft the wrack
|
|
Of earned praise, Marina's life
|
|
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
|
|
And in this kind hath our Cleon
|
|
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
|
|
Even ripe for marriage-rite; this maid
|
|
Hight Philoten: and it is said
|
|
For certain in our story, she
|
|
Would ever with Marina be:
|
|
Be't when she weaved the sleided silk
|
|
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
|
|
Or when she would with sharp needle wound
|
|
The cambric, which she made more sound
|
|
By hurting it; or when to the lute
|
|
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
|
|
That still records with moan; or when
|
|
She would with rich and constant pen
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Vail to her mistress Dian; still
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This Philoten contends in skill
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With absolute Marina: so
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With the dove of Paphos might the crow
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Vie feathers white. Marina gets
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All praises, which are paid as debts,
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And not as given. This so darks
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In Philoten all graceful marks,
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That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
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A present murderer does prepare
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For good Marina, that her daughter
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Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
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The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
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Lychorida, our nurse, is dead:
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And cursed Dionyza hath
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The pregnant instrument of wrath
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Prest for this blow. The unborn event
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I do commend to your content:
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Only I carry winged time
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Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
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Which never could I so convey,
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Unless your thoughts went on my way.
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Dionyza does appear,
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With Leonine, a murderer.
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[Exit]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT IV
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SCENE I Tarsus. An open place near the sea-shore.
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[Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE]
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DIONYZA Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't:
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'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
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Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon,
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To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
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Which is but cold, inflaming love i' thy bosom,
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Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
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Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
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A soldier to thy purpose.
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LEONINE I will do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
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DIONYZA The fitter, then, the gods should have her. Here
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she comes weeping for her only mistress' death.
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Thou art resolved?
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LEONINE I am resolved.
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[Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers]
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MARINA No, I will rob Tellus of her weed,
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To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues,
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The purple violets, and marigolds,
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Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave,
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While summer-days do last. Ay me! poor maid,
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Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
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This world to me is like a lasting storm,
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Whirring me from my friends.
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DIONYZA How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
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How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
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Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
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A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed
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With this unprofitable woe!
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Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
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Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
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And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come,
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Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
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MARINA No, I pray you;
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I'll not bereave you of your servant.
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DIONYZA Come, come;
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I love the king your father, and yourself,
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With more than foreign heart. We every day
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Expect him here: when he shall come and find
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Our paragon to all reports thus blasted,
|
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He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
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Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken
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No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,
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Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve
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That excellent complexion, which did steal
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The eyes of young and old. Care not for me
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I can go home alone.
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MARINA Well, I will go;
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But yet I have no desire to it.
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DIONYZA Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
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Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least:
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Remember what I have said.
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LEONINE I warrant you, madam.
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DIONYZA I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while:
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Pray, walk softly, do not heat your blood:
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What! I must have a care of you.
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MARINA My thanks, sweet madam.
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[Exit DIONYZA]
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Is this wind westerly that blows?
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LEONINE South-west.
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MARINA When I was born, the wind was north.
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LEONINE Was't so?
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MARINA My father, as nurse said, did never fear,
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But cried 'Good seaman!' to the sailors, galling
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His kingly hands, haling ropes;
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And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea
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That almost burst the deck.
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LEONINE When was this?
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MARINA When I was born:
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Never was waves nor wind more violent;
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And from the ladder-tackle washes off
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A canvas-climber. 'Ha!' says one, 'wilt out?'
|
|
And with a dropping industry they skip
|
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From stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and
|
|
The master calls, and trebles their confusion.
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LEONINE Come, say your prayers.
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MARINA What mean you?
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LEONINE If you require a little space for prayer,
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I grant it: pray; but be not tedious,
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For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
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|
To do my work with haste.
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MARINA Why will you kill me?
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LEONINE To satisfy my lady.
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MARINA Why would she have me kill'd?
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Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
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I never did her hurt in all my life:
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I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
|
|
To any living creature: believe me, la,
|
|
I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
|
|
I trod upon a worm against my will,
|
|
But I wept for it. How have I offended,
|
|
Wherein my death might yield her any profit,
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|
Or my life imply her any danger?
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LEONINE My commission
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|
Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.
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MARINA You will not do't for all the world, I hope.
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|
You are well favour'd, and your looks foreshow
|
|
You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,
|
|
When you caught hurt in parting two that fought:
|
|
Good sooth, it show'd well in you: do so now:
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|
Your lady seeks my life; come you between,
|
|
And save poor me, the weaker.
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LEONINE I am sworn,
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And will dispatch.
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[He seizes her]
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[Enter Pirates]
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First Pirate Hold, villain!
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[LEONINE runs away]
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Second Pirate A prize! a prize!
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Third Pirate Half-part, mates, half-part.
|
|
Come, let's have her aboard suddenly.
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|
[Exeunt Pirates with MARINA]
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|
[Re-enter LEONINE]
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LEONINE These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;
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|
And they have seized Marina. Let her go:
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There's no hope she will return. I'll swear
|
|
she's dead,
|
|
And thrown into the sea. But I'll see further:
|
|
Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her,
|
|
Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
|
|
Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain.
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[Exit]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT IV
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SCENE II Mytilene. A room in a brothel.
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|
[Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT]
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|
Pandar Boult!
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|
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BOULT Sir?
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Pandar Search the market narrowly; Mytilene is full of
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|
gallants. We lost too much money this mart by being
|
|
too wenchless.
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Bawd We were never so much out of creatures. We have but
|
|
poor three, and they can do no more than they can
|
|
do; and they with continual action are even as good as rotten.
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|
|
Pandar Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for
|
|
them. If there be not a conscience to be used in
|
|
every trade, we shall never prosper.
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|
Bawd Thou sayest true: 'tis not our bringing up of poor
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|
bastards,--as, I think, I have brought up some eleven--
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|
|
BOULT Ay, to eleven; and brought them down again. But
|
|
shall I search the market?
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|
|
Bawd What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind
|
|
will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.
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|
|
|
Pandar Thou sayest true; they're too unwholesome, o'
|
|
conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead, that
|
|
lay with the little baggage.
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|
|
|
BOULT Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him roast-meat
|
|
for worms. But I'll go search the market.
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|
|
|
[Exit]
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|
Pandar Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a
|
|
proportion to live quietly, and so give over.
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|
|
|
Bawd Why to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get
|
|
when we are old?
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|
|
|
Pandar O, our credit comes not in like the commodity, nor
|
|
the commodity wages not with the danger: therefore,
|
|
if in our youths we could pick up some pretty
|
|
estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatched.
|
|
Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods
|
|
will be strong with us for giving over.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Come, other sorts offend as well as we.
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|
|
Pandar As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse.
|
|
Neither is our profession any trade; it's no
|
|
calling. But here comes Boult.
|
|
|
|
[Re-enter BOULT, with the Pirates and MARINA]
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|
|
BOULT [To MARINA] Come your ways. My masters, you say
|
|
she's a virgin?
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|
|
First Pirate O, sir, we doubt it not.
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|
|
|
BOULT Master, I have gone through for this piece, you see:
|
|
if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest.
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|
|
|
Bawd Boult, has she any qualities?
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|
|
|
BOULT She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent
|
|
good clothes: there's no further necessity of
|
|
qualities can make her be refused.
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|
|
|
Bawd What's her price, Boult?
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|
|
|
BOULT I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.
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|
|
|
Pandar Well, follow me, my masters, you shall have your
|
|
money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct her
|
|
what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her
|
|
entertainment.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt Pandar and Pirates]
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|
|
|
Bawd Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour of her
|
|
hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her
|
|
virginity; and cry 'He that will give most shall
|
|
have her first.' Such a maidenhead were no cheap
|
|
thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done
|
|
as I command you.
|
|
|
|
BOULT Performance shall follow.
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|
|
|
[Exit]
|
|
|
|
MARINA Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow!
|
|
He should have struck, not spoke; or that these pirates,
|
|
Not enough barbarous, had not o'erboard thrown me
|
|
For to seek my mother!
|
|
|
|
Bawd Why lament you, pretty one?
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|
|
|
MARINA That I am pretty.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Come, the gods have done their part in you.
|
|
|
|
MARINA I accuse them not.
|
|
|
|
Bawd You are light into my hands, where you are like to live.
|
|
|
|
MARINA The more my fault
|
|
To scape his hands where I was like to die.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
|
|
|
|
MARINA No.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Yes, indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all
|
|
fashions: you shall fare well; you shall have the
|
|
difference of all complexions. What! do you stop your ears?
|
|
|
|
MARINA Are you a woman?
|
|
|
|
Bawd What would you have me be, an I be not a woman?
|
|
|
|
MARINA An honest woman, or not a woman.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I shall have
|
|
something to do with you. Come, you're a young
|
|
foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have
|
|
you.
|
|
|
|
MARINA The gods defend me!
|
|
|
|
Bawd If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men
|
|
must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir
|
|
you up. Boult's returned.
|
|
|
|
[Re-enter BOULT]
|
|
|
|
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?
|
|
|
|
BOULT I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs;
|
|
I have drawn her picture with my voice.
|
|
|
|
Bawd And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the
|
|
inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort?
|
|
|
|
BOULT 'Faith, they listened to me as they would have
|
|
hearkened to their father's testament. There was a
|
|
Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to bed to
|
|
her very description.
|
|
|
|
Bawd We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on.
|
|
|
|
BOULT To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the
|
|
French knight that cowers i' the hams?
|
|
|
|
Bawd Who, Monsieur Veroles?
|
|
|
|
BOULT Ay, he: he offered to cut a caper at the
|
|
proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore
|
|
he would see her to-morrow.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease
|
|
hither: here he does but repair it. I know he will
|
|
come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in the
|
|
sun.
|
|
|
|
BOULT Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we
|
|
should lodge them with this sign.
|
|
|
|
Bawd [To MARINA] Pray you, come hither awhile. You
|
|
have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must
|
|
seem to do that fearfully which you commit
|
|
willingly, despise profit where you have most gain.
|
|
To weep that you live as ye do makes pity in your
|
|
lovers: seldom but that pity begets you a good
|
|
opinion, and that opinion a mere profit.
|
|
|
|
MARINA I understand you not.
|
|
|
|
BOULT O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these
|
|
blushes of hers must be quenched with some present practise.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must; for your
|
|
bride goes to that with shame which is her way to go
|
|
with warrant.
|
|
|
|
BOULT 'Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if
|
|
I have bargained for the joint,--
|
|
|
|
Bawd Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.
|
|
|
|
BOULT I may so.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the
|
|
manner of your garments well.
|
|
|
|
BOULT Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a
|
|
sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom.
|
|
When nature flamed this piece, she meant thee a good
|
|
turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou
|
|
hast the harvest out of thine own report.
|
|
|
|
BOULT I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake
|
|
the beds of eels as my giving out her beauty stir up
|
|
the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home some to-night.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Come your ways; follow me.
|
|
|
|
MARINA If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep,
|
|
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
|
|
Diana, aid my purpose!
|
|
|
|
Bawd What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us?
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
SCENE III Tarsus. A room in CLEON's house.
|
|
|
|
[Enter CLEON and DIONYZA]
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone?
|
|
|
|
CLEON O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
|
|
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA I think
|
|
You'll turn a child again.
|
|
|
|
CLEON Were I chief lord of all this spacious world,
|
|
I'ld give it to undo the deed. O lady,
|
|
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
|
|
To equal any single crown o' the earth
|
|
I' the justice of compare! O villain Leonine!
|
|
Whom thou hast poison'd too:
|
|
If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had been a kindness
|
|
Becoming well thy fact: what canst thou say
|
|
When noble Pericles shall demand his child?
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
|
|
To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
|
|
She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it?
|
|
Unless you play the pious innocent,
|
|
And for an honest attribute cry out
|
|
'She died by foul play.'
|
|
|
|
CLEON O, go to. Well, well,
|
|
Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
|
|
Do like this worst.
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA Be one of those that think
|
|
The petty wrens of Tarsus will fly hence,
|
|
And open this to Pericles. I do shame
|
|
To think of what a noble strain you are,
|
|
And of how coward a spirit.
|
|
|
|
CLEON To such proceeding
|
|
Who ever but his approbation added,
|
|
Though not his prime consent, he did not flow
|
|
From honourable sources.
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA Be it so, then:
|
|
Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,
|
|
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
|
|
She did disdain my child, and stood between
|
|
Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,
|
|
But cast their gazes on Marina's face;
|
|
Whilst ours was blurted at and held a malkin
|
|
Not worth the time of day. It pierced me through;
|
|
And though you call my course unnatural,
|
|
You not your child well loving, yet I find
|
|
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness
|
|
Perform'd to your sole daughter.
|
|
|
|
CLEON Heavens forgive it!
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA And as for Pericles,
|
|
What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
|
|
And yet we mourn: her monument
|
|
Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
|
|
In glittering golden characters express
|
|
A general praise to her, and care in us
|
|
At whose expense 'tis done.
|
|
|
|
CLEON Thou art like the harpy,
|
|
Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face,
|
|
Seize with thine eagle's talons.
|
|
|
|
DIONYZA You are like one that superstitiously
|
|
Doth swear to the gods that winter kills the flies:
|
|
But yet I know you'll do as I advise.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT IV
|
|
|
|
SCENE IV:
|
|
|
|
[Enter GOWER, before the monument of MARINA at Tarsus]
|
|
|
|
GOWER Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
|
|
Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for't;
|
|
Making, to take your imagination,
|
|
From bourn to bourn, region to region.
|
|
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
|
|
To use one language in each several clime
|
|
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you
|
|
To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you,
|
|
The stages of our story. Pericles
|
|
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
|
|
Attended on by many a lord and knight.
|
|
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
|
|
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
|
|
Advanced in time to great and high estate,
|
|
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
|
|
Old Helicanus goes along behind.
|
|
Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought
|
|
This king to Tarsus,--think his pilot thought;
|
|
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,--
|
|
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
|
|
Like motes and shadows see them move awhile;
|
|
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
|
|
|
|
DUMB SHOW.
|
|
|
|
[Enter PERICLES, at one door, with all his train;
|
|
CLEON and DIONYZA, at the other. CLEON shows
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PERICLES the tomb; whereat PERICLES makes
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lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty
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passion departs. Then exeunt CLEON and DIONYZA]
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See how belief may suffer by foul show!
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This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe;
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And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
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With sighs shot through, and biggest tears
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o'ershower'd,
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Leaves Tarsus and again embarks. He swears
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Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:
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He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
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A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
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And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit.
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The epitaph is for Marina writ
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By wicked Dionyza.
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[Reads the inscription on MARINA's monument]
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'The fairest, sweet'st, and best lies here,
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Who wither'd in her spring of year.
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She was of Tyrus the king's daughter,
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On whom foul death hath made this slaughter;
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Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
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Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth:
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Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
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Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd:
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Wherefore she does, and swears she'll never stint,
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Make raging battery upon shores of flint.'
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No visor does become black villany
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So well as soft and tender flattery.
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Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
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And bear his courses to be ordered
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By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play
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His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day
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In her unholy service. Patience, then,
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And think you now are all in Mytilene.
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[Exit]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT IV
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SCENE V Mytilene. A street before the brothel.
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[Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen]
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First Gentleman Did you ever hear the like?
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Second Gentleman No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she
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being once gone.
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First Gentleman But to have divinity preached there! did you ever
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dream of such a thing?
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Second Gentleman No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses:
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shall's go hear the vestals sing?
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First Gentleman I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I
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am out of the road of rutting for ever.
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[Exeunt]
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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
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ACT IV
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SCENE VI The same. A room in the brothel.
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[Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT]
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Pandar Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she
|
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had ne'er come here.
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Bawd Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god
|
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Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must
|
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either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she
|
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should do for clients her fitment, and do me the
|
|
kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks,
|
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her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her
|
|
knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil,
|
|
if he should cheapen a kiss of her.
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BOULT 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us
|
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of all our cavaliers, and make our swearers priests.
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Pandar Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!
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Bawd 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the
|
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way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.
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BOULT We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish
|
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baggage would but give way to customers.
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[Enter LYSIMACHUS]
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LYSIMACHUS How now! How a dozen of virginities?
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Bawd Now, the gods to-bless your honour!
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BOULT I am glad to see your honour in good health.
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LYSIMACHUS You may so; 'tis the better for you that your
|
|
resorters stand upon sound legs. How now!
|
|
wholesome iniquity have you that a man may deal
|
|
withal, and defy the surgeon?
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|
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|
Bawd We have here one, sir, if she would--but there never
|
|
came her like in Mytilene.
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LYSIMACHUS If she'ld do the deed of darkness, thou wouldst say.
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Bawd Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.
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LYSIMACHUS Well, call forth, call forth.
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BOULT For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall
|
|
see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but--
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LYSIMACHUS What, prithee?
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BOULT O, sir, I can be modest.
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LYSIMACHUS That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it
|
|
gives a good report to a number to be chaste.
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|
[Exit BOULT]
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Bawd Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never
|
|
plucked yet, I can assure you.
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|
[Re-enter BOULT with MARINA]
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Is she not a fair creature?
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LYSIMACHUS 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea.
|
|
Well, there's for you: leave us.
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|
Bawd I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and
|
|
I'll have done presently.
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LYSIMACHUS I beseech you, do.
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Bawd [To MARINA] First, I would have you note, this is
|
|
an honourable man.
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|
MARINA I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.
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|
Bawd Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man
|
|
whom I am bound to.
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|
|
|
MARINA If he govern the country, you are bound to him
|
|
indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will
|
|
you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold.
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|
|
|
MARINA What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive.
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|
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|
LYSIMACHUS Ha' you done?
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|
|
Bawd My lord, she's not paced yet: you must take some
|
|
pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will
|
|
leave his honour and her together. Go thy ways.
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|
|
|
[Exeunt Bawd, Pandar, and BOULT]
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|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade?
|
|
|
|
MARINA What trade, sir?
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Why, I cannot name't but I shall offend.
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|
|
|
MARINA I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS How long have you been of this profession?
|
|
|
|
MARINA E'er since I can remember.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Did you go to 't so young? Were you a gamester at
|
|
five or at seven?
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|
|
|
MARINA Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.
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|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to be a
|
|
creature of sale.
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|
|
|
MARINA Do you know this house to be a place of such resort,
|
|
and will come into 't? I hear say you are of
|
|
honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am?
|
|
|
|
MARINA Who is my principal?
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots
|
|
of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something
|
|
of my power, and so stand aloof for more serious
|
|
wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my
|
|
authority shall not see thee, or else look friendly
|
|
upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place:
|
|
come, come.
|
|
|
|
MARINA If you were born to honour, show it now;
|
|
If put upon you, make the judgment good
|
|
That thought you worthy of it.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS How's this? how's this? Some more; be sage.
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|
|
|
MARINA For me,
|
|
That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
|
|
Have placed me in this sty, where, since I came,
|
|
Diseases have been sold dearer than physic,
|
|
O, that the gods
|
|
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
|
|
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
|
|
That flies i' the purer air!
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS I did not think
|
|
Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou couldst.
|
|
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
|
|
Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
|
|
Persever in that clear way thou goest,
|
|
And the gods strengthen thee!
|
|
|
|
MARINA The good gods preserve you!
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS For me, be you thoughten
|
|
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
|
|
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
|
|
Fare thee well. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
|
|
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.
|
|
Hold, here's more gold for thee.
|
|
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
|
|
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost
|
|
Hear from me, it shall be for thy good.
|
|
|
|
[Re-enter BOULT]
|
|
|
|
BOULT I beseech your honour, one piece for me.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper!
|
|
Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it,
|
|
Would sink and overwhelm you. Away!
|
|
|
|
[Exit]
|
|
|
|
BOULT How's this? We must take another course with you.
|
|
If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a
|
|
breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope,
|
|
shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like
|
|
a spaniel. Come your ways.
|
|
|
|
MARINA Whither would you have me?
|
|
|
|
BOULT I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common
|
|
hangman shall execute it. Come your ways. We'll
|
|
have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.
|
|
|
|
[Re-enter Bawd]
|
|
|
|
Bawd How now! what's the matter?
|
|
|
|
BOULT Worse and worse, mistress; she has here spoken holy
|
|
words to the Lord Lysimachus.
|
|
|
|
Bawd O abominable!
|
|
|
|
BOULT She makes our profession as it were to stink afore
|
|
the face of the gods.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Marry, hang her up for ever!
|
|
|
|
BOULT The nobleman would have dealt with her like a
|
|
nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a
|
|
snowball; saying his prayers too.
|
|
|
|
Bawd Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure:
|
|
crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.
|
|
|
|
BOULT An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she
|
|
is, she shall be ploughed.
|
|
|
|
MARINA Hark, hark, you gods!
|
|
|
|
Bawd She conjures: away with her! Would she had never
|
|
come within my doors! Marry, hang you! She's born
|
|
to undo us. Will you not go the way of women-kind?
|
|
Marry, come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays!
|
|
|
|
[Exit]
|
|
|
|
BOULT Come, mistress; come your ways with me.
|
|
|
|
MARINA Whither wilt thou have me?
|
|
|
|
BOULT To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.
|
|
|
|
MARINA Prithee, tell me one thing first.
|
|
|
|
BOULT Come now, your one thing.
|
|
|
|
MARINA What canst thou wish thine enemy to be?
|
|
|
|
BOULT Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress.
|
|
|
|
MARINA Neither of these are so bad as thou art,
|
|
Since they do better thee in their command.
|
|
Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend
|
|
Of hell would not in reputation change:
|
|
Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every
|
|
Coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib;
|
|
To the choleric fisting of every rogue
|
|
Thy ear is liable; thy food is such
|
|
As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
|
|
|
|
BOULT What would you have me do? go to the wars, would
|
|
you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss
|
|
of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to
|
|
buy him a wooden one?
|
|
|
|
MARINA Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
|
|
OLD receptacles, or common shores, of filth;
|
|
Serve by indenture to the common hangman:
|
|
Any of these ways are yet better than this;
|
|
For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak,
|
|
Would own a name too dear. O, that the gods
|
|
Would safely deliver me from this place!
|
|
Here, here's gold for thee.
|
|
If that thy master would gain by thee,
|
|
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
|
|
With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast:
|
|
And I will undertake all these to teach.
|
|
I doubt not but this populous city will
|
|
Yield many scholars.
|
|
|
|
BOULT But can you teach all this you speak of?
|
|
|
|
MARINA Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
|
|
And prostitute me to the basest groom
|
|
That doth frequent your house.
|
|
|
|
BOULT Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can
|
|
place thee, I will.
|
|
|
|
MARINA But amongst honest women.
|
|
|
|
BOULT 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them.
|
|
But since my master and mistress have bought you,
|
|
there's no going but by their consent: therefore I
|
|
will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I
|
|
doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough.
|
|
Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT V
|
|
|
|
[Enter GOWER]
|
|
|
|
GOWER Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and chances
|
|
Into an honest house, our story says.
|
|
She sings like one immortal, and she dances
|
|
As goddess-like to her admired lays;
|
|
Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her needle composes
|
|
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry,
|
|
That even her art sisters the natural roses;
|
|
Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
|
|
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
|
|
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
|
|
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
|
|
And to her father turn our thoughts again,
|
|
Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost;
|
|
Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrived
|
|
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
|
|
Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived
|
|
God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence
|
|
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,
|
|
His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
|
|
And to him in his barge with fervor hies.
|
|
In your supposing once more put your sight
|
|
Of heavy Pericles; think this his bark:
|
|
Where what is done in action, more, if might,
|
|
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit and hark.
|
|
|
|
[Exit]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT V
|
|
|
|
SCENE I On board PERICLES' ship, off Mytilene. A close
|
|
pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; PERICLES
|
|
within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying
|
|
beside the Tyrian vessel.
|
|
|
|
[Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian
|
|
vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELICANUS]
|
|
|
|
Tyrian Sailor [To the Sailor of Mytilene] Where is lord Helicanus?
|
|
he can resolve you.
|
|
O, here he is.
|
|
Sir, there's a barge put off from Mytilene,
|
|
And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
|
|
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.
|
|
|
|
Tyrian Sailor Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
|
|
|
|
[Enter two or three Gentlemen]
|
|
|
|
First Gentleman Doth your lordship call?
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS Gentlemen, there's some of worth would come aboard;
|
|
I pray ye, greet them fairly.
|
|
|
|
[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go
|
|
on board the barge]
|
|
|
|
[Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; with the
|
|
Gentlemen and the two Sailors]
|
|
|
|
Tyrian Sailor Sir,
|
|
This is the man that can, in aught you would,
|
|
Resolve you.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Hail, reverend sir! the gods preserve you!
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
|
|
And die as I would do.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS You wish me well.
|
|
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
|
|
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,
|
|
I made to it, to know of whence you are.
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS First, what is your place?
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS I am the governor of this place you lie before.
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS Sir,
|
|
Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;
|
|
A man who for this three months hath not spoken
|
|
To any one, nor taken sustenance
|
|
But to prorogue his grief.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Upon what ground is his distemperature?
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS 'Twould be too tedious to repeat;
|
|
But the main grief springs from the loss
|
|
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS May we not see him?
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS You may;
|
|
But bootless is your sight: he will not speak To any.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Yet let me obtain my wish.
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS Behold him.
|
|
|
|
[PERICLES discovered]
|
|
|
|
This was a goodly person,
|
|
Till the disaster that, one mortal night,
|
|
Drove him to this.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Sir king, all hail! the gods preserve you!
|
|
Hail, royal sir!
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS It is in vain; he will not speak to you.
|
|
|
|
First Lord Sir,
|
|
We have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager,
|
|
Would win some words of him.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS 'Tis well bethought.
|
|
She questionless with her sweet harmony
|
|
And other chosen attractions, would allure,
|
|
And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
|
|
Which now are midway stopp'd:
|
|
She is all happy as the fairest of all,
|
|
And, with her fellow maids is now upon
|
|
The leafy shelter that abuts against
|
|
The island's side.
|
|
|
|
[Whispers a Lord, who goes off in the barge of
|
|
LYSIMACHUS]
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit
|
|
That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness
|
|
We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you
|
|
That for our gold we may provision have,
|
|
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
|
|
But weary for the staleness.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS O, sir, a courtesy
|
|
Which if we should deny, the most just gods
|
|
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
|
|
And so afflict our province. Yet once more
|
|
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
|
|
Of your king's sorrow.
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS Sit, sir, I will recount it to you:
|
|
But, see, I am prevented.
|
|
|
|
[Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, with MARINA, and a
|
|
young Lady]
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS O, here is
|
|
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
|
|
Is't not a goodly presence?
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS She's a gallant lady.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS She's such a one, that, were I well assured
|
|
Came of a gentle kind and noble stock,
|
|
I'ld wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed.
|
|
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
|
|
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
|
|
If that thy prosperous and artificial feat
|
|
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
|
|
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
|
|
As thy desires can wish.
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MARINA Sir, I will use
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My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided
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That none but I and my companion maid
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Be suffer'd to come near him.
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LYSIMACHUS Come, let us leave her;
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And the gods make her prosperous!
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[MARINA sings]
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LYSIMACHUS Mark'd he your music?
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MARINA No, nor look'd on us.
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LYSIMACHUS See, she will speak to him.
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MARINA Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.
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PERICLES Hum, ha!
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MARINA I am a maid,
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My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
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But have been gazed on like a comet: she speaks,
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My lord, that, may be, hath endured a grief
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Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
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Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
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My derivation was from ancestors
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Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
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But time hath rooted out my parentage,
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And to the world and awkward casualties
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Bound me in servitude.
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[Aside]
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I will desist;
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But there is something glows upon my cheek,
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And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.'
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PERICLES My fortunes--parentage--good parentage--
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To equal mine!--was it not thus? what say you?
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MARINA I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,
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You would not do me violence.
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PERICLES I do think so. Pray you, turn your eyes upon me.
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You are like something that--What country-woman?
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Here of these shores?
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MARINA No, nor of any shores:
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Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
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No other than I appear.
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PERICLES I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.
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My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one
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My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows;
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Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
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As silver-voiced; her eyes as jewel-like
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And cased as richly; in pace another Juno;
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Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry,
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The more she gives them speech. Where do you live?
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MARINA Where I am but a stranger: from the deck
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You may discern the place.
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PERICLES Where were you bred?
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And how achieved you these endowments, which
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You make more rich to owe?
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MARINA If I should tell my history, it would seem
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Like lies disdain'd in the reporting.
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PERICLES Prithee, speak:
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Falseness cannot come from thee; for thou look'st
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Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace
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For the crown'd Truth to dwell in: I will
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believe thee,
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And make my senses credit thy relation
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To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st
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Like one I loved indeed. What were thy friends?
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Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back--
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Which was when I perceived thee--that thou camest
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From good descending?
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MARINA So indeed I did.
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PERICLES Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st
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Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury,
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And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine,
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If both were open'd.
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MARINA Some such thing
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I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
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Did warrant me was likely.
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PERICLES Tell thy story;
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If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
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Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
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Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look
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Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
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Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
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How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind virgin?
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Recount, I do beseech thee: come, sit by me.
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MARINA My name is Marina.
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PERICLES O, I am mock'd,
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And thou by some incensed god sent hither
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To make the world to laugh at me.
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MARINA Patience, good sir,
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Or here I'll cease.
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PERICLES Nay, I'll be patient.
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Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
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To call thyself Marina.
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MARINA The name
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Was given me by one that had some power,
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My father, and a king.
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PERICLES How! a king's daughter?
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And call'd Marina?
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MARINA You said you would believe me;
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But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
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I will end here.
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PERICLES But are you flesh and blood?
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Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
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Motion! Well; speak on. Where were you born?
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And wherefore call'd Marina?
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MARINA Call'd Marina
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For I was born at sea.
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PERICLES At sea! what mother?
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MARINA My mother was the daughter of a king;
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Who died the minute I was born,
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As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
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Deliver'd weeping.
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PERICLES O, stop there a little!
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[Aside]
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This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
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Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be:
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My daughter's buried. Well: where were you bred?
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I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
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And never interrupt you.
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MARINA You scorn: believe me, 'twere best I did give o'er.
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PERICLES I will believe you by the syllable
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Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:
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How came you in these parts? where were you bred?
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MARINA The king my father did in Tarsus leave me;
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Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
|
|
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
|
|
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't,
|
|
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
|
|
Brought me to Mytilene. But, good sir,
|
|
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep?
|
|
It may be,
|
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You think me an impostor: no, good faith;
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I am the daughter to King Pericles,
|
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If good King Pericles be.
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PERICLES Ho, Helicanus!
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HELICANUS Calls my lord?
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PERICLES Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
|
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Most wise in general: tell me, if thou canst,
|
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What this maid is, or what is like to be,
|
|
That thus hath made me weep?
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HELICANUS I know not; but
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Here is the regent, sir, of Mytilene
|
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Speaks nobly of her.
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LYSIMACHUS She would never tell
|
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Her parentage; being demanded that,
|
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She would sit still and weep.
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PERICLES O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir;
|
|
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
|
|
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me
|
|
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
|
|
And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,
|
|
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
|
|
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus,
|
|
And found at sea again! O Helicanus,
|
|
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods as loud
|
|
As thunder threatens us: this is Marina.
|
|
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
|
|
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
|
|
Though doubts did ever sleep.
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|
MARINA First, sir, I pray,
|
|
What is your title?
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PERICLES I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
|
|
My drown'd queen's name, as in the rest you said
|
|
Thou hast been godlike perfect,
|
|
The heir of kingdoms and another like
|
|
To Pericles thy father.
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|
|
MARINA Is it no more to be your daughter than
|
|
To say my mother's name was Thaisa?
|
|
Thaisa was my mother, who did end
|
|
The minute I began.
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|
|
|
PERICLES Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child.
|
|
Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus;
|
|
She is not dead at Tarsus, as she should have been,
|
|
By savage Cleon: she shall tell thee all;
|
|
When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge
|
|
She is thy very princess. Who is this?
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS Sir, 'tis the governor of Mytilene,
|
|
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
|
|
Did come to see you.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES I embrace you.
|
|
Give me my robes. I am wild in my beholding.
|
|
O heavens bless my girl! But, hark, what music?
|
|
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
|
|
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
|
|
How sure you are my daughter. But, what music?
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS My lord, I hear none.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES None!
|
|
The music of the spheres! List, my Marina.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS It is not good to cross him; give him way.
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|
|
|
PERICLES Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear?
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|
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LYSIMACHUS My lord, I hear.
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|
|
[Music]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Most heavenly music!
|
|
It nips me unto listening, and thick slumber
|
|
Hangs upon mine eyes: let me rest.
|
|
|
|
[Sleeps]
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS A pillow for his head:
|
|
So, leave him all. Well, my companion friends,
|
|
If this but answer to my just belief,
|
|
I'll well remember you.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt all but PERICLES]
|
|
|
|
[DIANA appears to PERICLES as in a vision]
|
|
|
|
DIANA My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither,
|
|
And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
|
|
There, when my maiden priests are met together,
|
|
Before the people all,
|
|
Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
|
|
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call
|
|
And give them repetition to the life.
|
|
Or perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe;
|
|
Do it, and happy; by my silver bow!
|
|
Awake, and tell thy dream.
|
|
|
|
[Disappears]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
|
|
I will obey thee. Helicanus!
|
|
|
|
[Re-enter HELICANUS, LYSIMACHUS, and MARINA]
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS Sir?
|
|
|
|
PERICLES My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike
|
|
The inhospitable Cleon; but I am
|
|
For other service first: toward Ephesus
|
|
Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.
|
|
|
|
[To LYSIMACHUS]
|
|
|
|
Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
|
|
And give you gold for such provision
|
|
As our intents will need?
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Sir,
|
|
With all my heart; and, when you come ashore,
|
|
I have another suit.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES You shall prevail,
|
|
Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems
|
|
You have been noble towards her.
|
|
|
|
LYSIMACHUS Sir, lend me your arm.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Come, my Marina.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT V
|
|
|
|
SCENE II:
|
|
|
|
[Enter GOWER, before the temple of DIANA at Ephesus]
|
|
|
|
GOWER Now our sands are almost run;
|
|
More a little, and then dumb.
|
|
This, my last boon, give me,
|
|
For such kindness must relieve me,
|
|
That you aptly will suppose
|
|
What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
|
|
What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
|
|
The regent made in Mytilene
|
|
To greet the king. So he thrived,
|
|
That he is promised to be wived
|
|
To fair Marina; but in no wise
|
|
Till he had done his sacrifice,
|
|
As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
|
|
The interim, pray you, all confound.
|
|
In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd,
|
|
And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
|
|
At Ephesus, the temple see,
|
|
Our king and all his company.
|
|
That he can hither come so soon,
|
|
Is by your fancy's thankful doom.
|
|
|
|
[Exit]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
|
|
|
|
ACT V
|
|
|
|
SCENE III The temple of Diana at Ephesus; THAISA standing
|
|
near the altar, as high priestess; a number of
|
|
Virgins on each side; CERIMON and other Inhabitants
|
|
of Ephesus attending.
|
|
|
|
[Enter PERICLES, with his train; LYSIMACHUS,
|
|
HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
|
|
I here confess myself the king of Tyre;
|
|
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
|
|
At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.
|
|
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
|
|
A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess,
|
|
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus
|
|
Was nursed with Cleon; who at fourteen years
|
|
He sought to murder: but her better stars
|
|
Brought her to Mytilene; 'gainst whose shore
|
|
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
|
|
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
|
|
Made known herself my daughter.
|
|
|
|
THAISA Voice and favour!
|
|
You are, you are--O royal Pericles!
|
|
|
|
[Faints]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen!
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Noble sir,
|
|
If you have told Diana's altar true,
|
|
This is your wife.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Reverend appearer, no;
|
|
I threw her overboard with these very arms.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Upon this coast, I warrant you.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES 'Tis most certain.
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Look to the lady; O, she's but o'erjoy'd.
|
|
Early in blustering morn this lady was
|
|
Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,
|
|
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed her
|
|
Here in Diana's temple.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES May we see them?
|
|
|
|
CERIMON Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
|
|
Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is recovered.
|
|
|
|
THAISA O, let me look!
|
|
If he be none of mine, my sanctity
|
|
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
|
|
But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,
|
|
Are you not Pericles? Like him you spake,
|
|
Like him you are: did you not name a tempest,
|
|
A birth, and death?
|
|
|
|
PERICLES The voice of dead Thaisa!
|
|
|
|
THAISA That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
|
|
And drown'd.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Immortal Dian!
|
|
|
|
THAISA Now I know you better.
|
|
When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
|
|
The king my father gave you such a ring.
|
|
|
|
[Shows a ring]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness
|
|
Makes my past miseries sports: you shall do well,
|
|
That on the touching of her lips I may
|
|
Melt and no more be seen. O, come, be buried
|
|
A second time within these arms.
|
|
|
|
MARINA My heart
|
|
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
|
|
|
|
[Kneels to THAISA]
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa;
|
|
Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina
|
|
For she was yielded there.
|
|
|
|
THAISA Blest, and mine own!
|
|
|
|
HELICANUS Hail, madam, and my queen!
|
|
|
|
THAISA I know you not.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre,
|
|
I left behind an ancient substitute:
|
|
Can you remember what I call'd the man?
|
|
I have named him oft.
|
|
|
|
THAISA 'Twas Helicanus then.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Still confirmation:
|
|
Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.
|
|
Now do I long to hear how you were found;
|
|
How possibly preserved; and who to thank,
|
|
Besides the gods, for this great miracle.
|
|
|
|
THAISA Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,
|
|
Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can
|
|
From first to last resolve you.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Reverend sir,
|
|
The gods can have no mortal officer
|
|
More like a god than you. Will you deliver
|
|
How this dead queen re-lives?
|
|
|
|
CERIMON I will, my lord.
|
|
Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
|
|
Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
|
|
How she came placed here in the temple;
|
|
No needful thing omitted.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I
|
|
Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa,
|
|
This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
|
|
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
|
|
This ornament
|
|
Makes me look dismal will I clip to form;
|
|
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
|
|
To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.
|
|
|
|
THAISA Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
|
|
My father's dead.
|
|
|
|
PERICLES Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen,
|
|
We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
|
|
Will in that kingdom spend our following days:
|
|
Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
|
|
Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay
|
|
To hear the rest untold: sir, lead's the way.
|
|
|
|
[Exeunt]
|
|
|
|
[Enter GOWER]
|
|
|
|
GOWER In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard
|
|
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
|
|
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen,
|
|
Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,
|
|
Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast,
|
|
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last:
|
|
In Helicanus may you well descry
|
|
A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
|
|
In reverend Cerimon there well appears
|
|
The worth that learned charity aye wears:
|
|
For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame
|
|
Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd name
|
|
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn,
|
|
That him and his they in his palace burn;
|
|
The gods for murder seemed so content
|
|
To punish them; although not done, but meant.
|
|
So, on your patience evermore attending,
|
|
New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.
|
|
|
|
[Exit]
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