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twg_000000024300 | stop. But, O vain boast! Who can control his fate? Tis not so now. Be not afraid, though you do see me weapond. Here is my journeys end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismayd? Tis a lost fear. Man but a rush against Othellos breast, And he retires. Where should | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024301 | Othello go? Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starrd wench, Pale as thy smock, when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl! Even like thy chastity. O cursed, cursed slave! Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024302 | Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur, Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire! O Desdemon! Dead, Desdemon! dead! Oh, oh! Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio carried in a chair, and Officers with Iago prisoner. LODOVICO. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? OTHELLO. Thats he that was Othello. Here I am. LODOVICO. Where is that viper? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024303 | Bring the villain forth. OTHELLO. I look down towards his feet; but thats a fable. If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee. [_Wounds Iago._] LODOVICO. Wrench his sword from him. IAGO. I bleed, sir, but not killd. OTHELLO. I am not sorry neither. Id have thee live, For in my sense tis happiness to die. LODOVICO. O | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024304 | thou Othello, that wert once so good, Falln in the practice of a damned slave, What shall be said to thee? OTHELLO. Why, anything; An honourable murderer, if you will. For naught did I in hate, but all in honour. LODOVICO. This wretch hath part confessd his villany. Did you and he consent in Cassios death? OTHELLO. Ay. CASSIO. Dear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024305 | general, I never gave you cause. OTHELLO. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil Why he hath thus ensnard my soul and body? IAGO. Demand me nothing. What you know, you know. From this time forth I never will speak word. LODOVICO. What, not to pray? GRATIANO. Torments will ope your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024306 | lips. OTHELLO. Well, thou dost best. LODOVICO. Sir, you shall understand what hath befalln, Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo, And here another. The one of them imports The death of Cassio, to be undertook By Roderigo. OTHELLO. O villain! CASSIO. Most heathenish and most gross! LODOVICO. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024307 | Now heres another discontented paper, Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain, But that, belike, Iago in the interim Came in and satisfied him. OTHELLO. O the pernicious caitiff! How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief That was my wifes? CASSIO. I found it in my chamber. And he himself | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024308 | confessd but even now, That there he droppd it for a special purpose Which wrought to his desire. OTHELLO. O fool! fool! fool! CASSIO. There is besides in Roderigos letter, How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Brave me upon the watch, whereon it came That I was cast. And even but now he spake, After long seeming dead, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024309 | Iago hurt him, Iago set him on. LODOVICO. You must forsake this room, and go with us. Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, If there be any cunning cruelty That can torment him much and hold him long, It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest, Till that the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024310 | nature of your fault be known To the Venetian state. Come, bring away. OTHELLO. Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they knowt. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024311 | down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplexd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdud eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024312 | fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this. And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turband Turk Beat a Venetian and traducd the state, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus. [_Stabs himself._] LODOVICO. O bloody period! GRATIANO. All thats spoke is marrd. OTHELLO. I kissd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024313 | thee ere I killd thee. No way but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [_Falling upon Desdemona._] CASSIO. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon, For he was great of heart. LODOVICO. [_To Iago._] O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea, Look on the tragic loading of this bed. This is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024314 | thy work. The object poisons sight, Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor, Remains the censure of this hellish villain. The time, the place, the torture, O, enforce it! Myself will straight aboard, and to the state This heavy act with heavy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024315 | heart relate. [_Exeunt._] PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE Contents ACT I Chorus. Before the palace of Antioch Scene I. Antioch. A room in the palace Scene II. Tyre. A room in the palace Scene III. Tyre. An ante-chamber in the Palace Scene IV. Tarsus. A room in the Governors house ACT II Chorus. Chorus Scene I. Pentapolis. An open place by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024316 | the seaside Scene II. The same. A public way, or platform leading to the lists Scene III. The same. A hall of state: a banquet prepared Scene IV. Tyre. A room in the Governors house Scene V. Pentapolis. A room in the palace ACT III Chorus. Chorus Scene I. On shipboard Scene II. Ephesus. A room in Cerimons house Scene | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024317 | III. Tarsus. A room in Cleons house Scene IV. Ephesus. A room in Cerimons house ACT IV Chorus. Chorus Scene I. Tarsus. An open place near the seashore Scene II. Mytilene. A room in a brothel Scene III. Tarsus. A room in Cleons house Scene IV. Before the monument of Marina at Tarsus Scene V. Mytilene. A street before the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024318 | brothel Scene VI. The same. A room in the brothel ACT V Chorus. Chorus Scene I. On board Pericles ship, off Mytilene Scene II. Before the temple of Diana at Ephesus Scene III. The temple of Diana at Ephesus Dramatis Person ANTIOCHUS, king of Antioch. PERICLES, prince of Tyre. HELICANUS, ESCANES, two lords of Tyre. SIMONIDES, king of Pentapolis. CLEON, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024319 | governor of Tarsus. LYSIMACHUS, governor of Mytilene. CERIMON, a lord of Ephesus. THALIARD, a lord of Antioch. PHILEMON, servant to Cerimon. LEONINE, servant to Dionyza. Marshal. A Pandar. BOULT, his servant. The Daughter of Antiochus. DIONYZA, wife to Cleon. THAISA, daughter to Simonides. MARINA, daughter to Pericles and Thaisa. LYCHORIDA, nurse to Marina. A Bawd. Lords, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024320 | Fishermen, and Messengers. DIANA. GOWER, as Chorus. SCENE: Dispersedly in various countries. ACT I Enter Gower. Before the palace of Antioch. To sing a song that old was sung, From ashes ancient Gower is come; Assuming mans infirmities, To glad your ear, and please your eyes. It hath been sung at festivals, On ember-eves and holy-ales; And lords and ladies | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024321 | in their lives Have read it for restoratives: The purchase is to make men glorious, _Et bonum quo antiquius eo melius._ If you, born in these latter times, When wits more ripe, accept my rhymes, And that to hear an old man sing May to your wishes pleasure bring, I life would wish, and that I might Waste it for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024322 | you, like taper-light. This Antioch, then, Antiochus the Great Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat; The fairest in all Syria. I tell you what mine authors say: This king unto him took a fere, Who died and left a female heir, So buxom, blithe, and full of face, As heaven had lent her all his grace; With whom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024323 | the father liking took, And her to incest did provoke. Bad child; worse father! to entice his own To evil should be done by none: But custom what they did begin Was with long use accountd no sin. The beauty of this sinful dame Made many princes thither frame, To seek her as a bedfellow, In marriage pleasures playfellow: Which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024324 | to prevent he made a law, To keep her still, and men in awe, That whoso askd her for his wife, His riddle told not, lost his life: So for her many a wight did die, As yon grim looks do testify. What now ensues, to the judgement your eye I give, my cause who best can justify. [_Exit._] SCENE | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024325 | I. Antioch. A room in the palace. Enter Antiochus, Prince Pericles and followers. ANTIOCHUS. Young prince of Tyre, you have at large received The danger of the task you undertake. PERICLES. I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul Emboldened with the glory of her praise, Think death no hazard in this enterprise. ANTIOCHUS. Music! Bring in our daughter, clothed like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024326 | a bride, For the embracements even of Jove himself; At whose conception, till Lucina reigned, Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence, The senate house of planets all did sit, To knit in her their best perfections. Music. Enter the Daughter of Antiochus. PERICLES. See where she comes, apparelld like the spring, Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024327 | king Of every virtue gives renown to men! Her face the book of praises, where is read Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence Sorrow were ever razed, and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion. You gods that made me man, and sway in love, That have inflamed desire in my breast To taste the fruit of yon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024328 | celestial tree, Or die in the adventure, be my helps, As I am son and servant to your will, To compass such a boundless happiness! ANTIOCHUS. Prince Pericles, PERICLES. That would be son to great Antiochus. ANTIOCHUS. Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touchd; For death-like dragons here affright thee hard: Her face, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024329 | like heaven, enticeth thee to view Her countless glory, which desert must gain; And which, without desert, because thine eye Presumes to reach, all the whole heap must die. Yon sometimes famous princes, like thyself, Drawn by report, adventurous by desire, Tell thee, with speechless tongues and semblance pale, That without covering, save yon field of stars, Here they stand | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024330 | Martyrs, slain in Cupids wars; And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist For going on deaths net, whom none resist. PERICLES. Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught My frail mortality to know itself, And by those fearful objects to prepare This body, like to them, to what I must; For death rememberd should be like a mirror, Who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024331 | tells us lifes but breath, to trust it error. Ill make my will then, and, as sick men do Who know the world, see heaven, but, feeling woe, Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did; So I bequeath a happy peace to you And all good men, as every prince should do; My riches to the earth from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024332 | whence they came; [_To the daughter of Antiochus._] But my unspotted fire of love to you. Thus ready for the way of life or death, I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus. ANTIOCHUS. Scorning advice, read the conclusion, then: Which read and not expounded, tis decreed, As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed. DAUGHTER. Of all ssayed yet, mayst thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024333 | prove prosperous! Of all ssayed yet, I wish thee happiness! PERICLES Like a bold champion, I assume the lists, Nor ask advice of any other thought But faithfulness and courage. [_He reads the riddle._] _I am no viper, yet I feed On mothers flesh which did me breed. I sought a husband, in which labour I found that kindness in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024334 | a father: Hes father, son, and husband mild; I mother, wife, and yet his child. How they may be, and yet in two, As you will live resolve it you._ Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers That give heaven countless eyes to view mens acts, Why cloud they not their sights perpetually, If this be true, which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024335 | makes me pale to read it? Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still, [_Takes hold of the hand of the Princess._] Were not this glorious casket stored with ill: But I must tell you, now my thoughts revolt; For hes no man on whom perfections wait That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate, You are a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024336 | fair viol, and your sense the strings; Who, fingerd to make man his lawful music, Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to hearken; But being playd upon before your time, Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime. Good sooth, I care not for you. ANTIOCHUS. Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life, For thats an article within | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024337 | our law, As dangerous as the rest. Your times expired: Either expound now, or receive your sentence. PERICLES. Great king, Few love to hear the sins they love to act; Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it. Who has a book of all that monarchs do, Hes more secure to keep it shut than shown: For vice | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024338 | repeated is like the wandering wind, Blows dust in others eyes, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear. To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casts Coppd hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is throngd By mans oppression; and the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024339 | poor worm doth die fort. Kind are earths gods; in vice their laws their will; And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill? It is enough you know; and it is fit, What being more known grows worse, to smother it. All love the womb that their first bred, Then give my tongue like leave to love my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024340 | head. ANTIOCHUS. [_Aside_] Heaven, that I had thy head! He has found the meaning: But I will gloze with him.Young prince of Tyre. Though by the tenour of our strict edict, Your exposition misinterpreting, We might proceed to cancel of your days; Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise: Forty days | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024341 | longer we do respite you; If by which time our secret be undone, This mercy shows well joy in such a son: And until then your entertain shall be As doth befit our honour and your worth. [_Exeunt all but Pericles._] PERICLES. How courtesy would seem to cover sin, When what is done is like an hypocrite, The which is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024342 | good in nothing but in sight! If it be true that I interpret false, Then were it certain you were not so bad As with foul incest to abuse your soul; Where now youre both a father and a son, By your untimely claspings with your child, Which pleasures fits a husband, not a father; And she an eater of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024343 | her mothers flesh, By the defiling of her parents bed; And both like serpents are, who though they feed On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed. Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men Blush not in actions blacker than the night, Will schew no course to keep them from the light. One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murders as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024344 | near to lust as flame to smoke: Poison and treason are the hands of sin, Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame: Then, lest my life be croppd to keep you clear, By flight Ill shun the danger which I fear. [_Exit._] Re-enter Antiochus. ANTIOCHUS. He hath found the meaning, For which we mean to have his head. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024345 | He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy, Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin In such a loathed manner; And therefore instantly this prince must die; For by his fall my honour must keep high. Who attends us there? Enter Thaliard. THALIARD. Doth your highness call? ANTIOCHUS. Thaliard, you are of our chamber, And our mind partakes her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024346 | private actions To your secrecy; and for your faithfulness We will advance you. Thaliard, Behold, heres poison, and heres gold; We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him: It fits thee not to ask the reason why, Because we bid it. Say, is it done? THALIARD. My lord, tis done. ANTIOCHUS. Enough. Enter a Messenger. Let your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024347 | breath cool yourself, telling your haste. MESSENGER. My lord, Prince Pericles is fled. [_Exit._] ANTIOCHUS. As thou wilt live, fly after: and like an arrow shot From a well-experienced archer hits the mark His eye doth level at, so thou neer return Unless thou say Prince Pericles is dead. THALIARD. My lord, if I can get him within my pistols | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024348 | length, Ill make him sure enough: so, farewell to your highness. ANTIOCHUS. Thaliard! adieu! [_Exit Thaliard._] Till Pericles be dead, My heart can lend no succour to my head. [_Exit._] SCENE II. Tyre. A room in the palace. Enter Pericles with his Lords. PERICLES. [_To Lords without._] Let none disturb us.Why should this change of thoughts, The sad companion, dull-eyed | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024349 | melancholy, Be my so used a guest as not an hour In the days glorious walk or peaceful night, The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed me quiet? Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun them, And danger, which I feard, is at Antioch, Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here: Yet neither pleasures | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024350 | art can joy my spirits, Nor yet the others distance comfort me. Then it is thus: the passions of the mind, That have their first conception by misdread, Have after-nourishment and life by care; And what was first but fear what might be done, Grows elder now and cares it be not done. And so with me: the great Antiochus, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024351 | Gainst whom I am too little to contend, Since hes so great can make his will his act, Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence; Nor boots it me to say I honour him. If he suspect I may dishonour him: And what may make him blush in being known, Hell stop the course by which it might | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024352 | be known; With hostile forces hell oerspread the land, And with the ostent of war will look so huge, Amazement shall drive courage from the state; Our men be vanquishd ere they do resist, And subjects punishd that neer thought offence: Which care of them, not pity of myself, Who am no more but as the tops of trees, Which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024353 | fence the roots they grow by and defend them, Makes both my body pine and soul to languish, And punish that before that he would punish. Enter Helicanus with other Lords. FIRST LORD. Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast! SECOND LORD. And keep your mind, till you return to us, Peaceful and comfortable! HELICANUS. Peace, peace, and give | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024354 | experience tongue. They do abuse the king that flatter him: For flattery is the bellows blows up sin; The thing the which is flatterd, but a spark, To which that spark gives heat and stronger glowing: Whereas reproof, obedient and in order, Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err. When Signior Sooth here does proclaim peace, He | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024355 | flatters you, makes war upon your life. Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please; I cannot be much lower than my knees. PERICLES. All leave us else, but let your cares oerlook What shipping and what ladings in our haven, And then return to us. [_Exeunt Lords._] Helicanus, thou Hast moved us: what seest thou in our looks? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024356 | HELICANUS. An angry brow, dread lord. PERICLES. If there be such a dart in princes frowns, How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? HELICANUS. How dares the plants look up to heaven, from whence They have their nourishment? PERICLES. Thou knowst I have power To take thy life from thee. HELICANUS. [_Kneeling._] I have ground the axe myself; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024357 | Do but you strike the blow. PERICLES. Rise, prithee, rise. Sit down: thou art no flatterer: I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid! Fit counsellor and servant for a prince, Who by thy wisdom makest a prince thy servant, What wouldst thou have me do? HELICANUS. To bear with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024358 | patience Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself. PERICLES. Thou speakst like a physician, Helicanus, That ministers a potion unto me That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself. Attend me, then: I went to Antioch, Where, as thou knowst, against the face of death, I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty, From whence an issue I might | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024359 | propagate, Are arms to princes, and bring joys to subjects. Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder; The resthark in thine earas black as incest, Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father Seemd not to strike, but smooth: but thou knowst this, Tis time to fear when tyrants seems to kiss. Which fear so grew in me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024360 | I hither fled, Under the covering of a careful night, Who seemd my good protector; and, being here, Bethought me what was past, what might succeed. I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants fears Decrease not, but grow faster than the years: And should he doubt, as no doubt he doth, That I should open to the listening air How many | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024361 | worthy princes bloods were shed, To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope, To lop that doubt, hell fill this land with arms, And make pretence of wrong that I have done him; When all, for mine, if I may call offence, Must feel wars blow, who spares not innocence: Which love to all, of which thyself art one, Who | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024362 | now reprovest me for it, HELICANUS. Alas, sir! PERICLES. Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks, Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest ere it came; And finding little comfort to relieve them, I thought it princely charity to grieve them. HELICANUS. Well, my lord, since you have given me leave | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024363 | to speak, Freely will I speak. Antiochus you fear, And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant, Who either by public war or private treason Will take away your life. Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while, Till that his rage and anger be forgot, Or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life. Your rule direct | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024364 | to any; if to me, Day serves not light more faithful than Ill be. PERICLES. I do not doubt thy faith; But should he wrong my liberties in my absence? HELCANUS. Well mingle our bloods together in the earth, From whence we had our being and our birth. PERICLES. Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus Intend | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024365 | my travel, where Ill hear from thee; And by whose letters Ill dispose myself. The care I had and have of subjects good On thee I lay, whose wisdoms strength can bear it. Ill take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath: Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both: But in our orbs well live so | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024366 | round and safe, That time of both this truth shall neer convince, Thou showdst a subjects shine, I a true prince. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Tyre. An ante-chamber in the Palace. Enter Thaliard. THALIARD. So, this is Tyre, and this the court. Here must I kill King Pericles; and if I do it not, I am sure to be hanged at | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024367 | home: tis dangerous. Well, I perceive he was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that, being bid to ask what he would of the king, desired he might know none of his secrets: now do I see he had some reason fort; for if a king bid a man be a villain, hes bound by the indenture of his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024368 | oath to be one. Husht, here come the lords of Tyre. Enter Helicanus and Escanes with other Lords of Tyre. HELICANUS. You shall not need, my fellow peers of Tyre, Further to question me of your kings departure: His seald commission, left in trust with me, Doth speak sufficiently hes gone to travel. THALIARD. [_Aside._] How? the king gone? HELICANUS. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024369 | If further yet you will be satisfied, Why, as it were unlicensed of your loves, He would depart, Ill give some light unto you. Being at Antioch THALIARD. [_Aside._] What from Antioch? HELICANUS. Royal Antiochuson what cause I know not Took some displeasure at him; at least he judged so: And doubting lest that he had errd or sinnd, To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024370 | show his sorrow, hed correct himself; So puts himself unto the shipmans toil, With whom each minute threatens life or death. THALIARD. [_Aside._] Well, I perceive I shall not be hangd now, although I would; But since hes gone, the kings seas must please He scaped the land, to perish at the sea. Ill present myself. Peace to the lords | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024371 | of Tyre! HELICANUS. Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome. THALIARD. From him I come With message unto princely Pericles; But since my landing I have understood Your lord has betook himself to unknown travels, My message must return from whence it came. HELICANUS. We have no reason to desire it, Commended to our master, not to us: Yet, ere you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024372 | shall depart, this we desire, As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Tarsus. A room in the Governors house. Enter Cleon, the governor of Tarsus, with Dionyza and others. CLEON. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here, And by relating tales of others griefs, See if twill teach us to forget our own? DIONYZA. That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024373 | were to blow at fire in hope to quench it; For who digs hills because they do aspire Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher. O my distressed lord, even such our griefs are; Here theyre but felt, and seen with mischiefs eyes, But like to groves, being toppd, they higher rise. CLEON. O Dionyza, Who wanteth food, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024374 | and will not say he wants it, Or can conceal his hunger till he famish? Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep Our woes into the air; our eyes do weep, Till tongues fetch breath that may proclaim them louder; That, if heaven slumber while their creatures want, They may awake their helps to comfort them. Ill then discourse our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024375 | woes, felt several years, And wanting breath to speak, help me with tears. DIONYZA. Ill do my best, sir. CLEON. This Tarsus, oer which I have the government, A city on whom plenty held full hand, For riches strewd herself even in the streets; Whose towers bore heads so high they kissd the clouds, And strangers neer beheld but wonderd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024376 | at; Whose men and dames so jetted and adornd, Like one anothers glass to trim them by: Their tables were stored full to glad the sight, And not so much to feed on as delight; All poverty was scornd, and pride so great, The name of help grew odious to repeat. DIONYZA. O, tis too true. CLEON. But see what | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024377 | heaven can do! By this our change, These mouths, who but of late, earth, sea, and air, Were all too little to content and please, Although they gave their creatures in abundance, As houses are defiled for want of use, They are now starved for want of exercise: Those palates who, not yet two summers younger, Must have inventions to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024378 | delight the taste, Would now be glad of bread and beg for it: Those mothers who, to nousle up their babes, Thought nought too curious, are ready now To eat those little darlings whom they loved. So sharp are hungers teeth, that man and wife Draw lots who first shall die to lengthen life: Here stands a lord, and there | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024379 | a lady weeping; Here many sink, yet those which see them fall Have scarce strength left to give them burial. Is not this true? DIONYZA. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it. CLEON. O, let those cities that of plentys cup And her prosperities so largely taste, With their superflous riots, hear these tears! The misery of Tarsus may | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024380 | be theirs. Enter a Lord. LORD. Wheres the lord governor? CLEON. Here. Speak out thy sorrows which thou bringst in haste, For comfort is too far for us to expect. LORD. We have descried, upon our neighbouring shore, A portly sail of ships make hitherward. CLEON. I thought as much. One sorrow never comes but brings an heir, That may | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024381 | succeed as his inheritor; And so in ours: some neighbouring nation, Taking advantage of our misery, That stuffd the hollow vessels with their power, To beat us down, the which are down already; And make a conquest of unhappy me, Whereas no glorys got to overcome. LORD. Thats the least fear; for, by the semblance Of their white flags displayd, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024382 | they bring us peace, And come to us as favourers, not as foes. CLEON. Thou speakst like hims untutord to repeat: Who makes the fairest show means most deceit. But bring they what they will and what they can, What need we fear? The grounds the lowest, and we are half way there. Go tell their general we attend him | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024383 | here, To know for what he comes, and whence he comes, And what he craves. LORD. I go, my lord. [_Exit._] CLEON. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist; If wars, we are unable to resist. Enter Pericles with Attendants. PERICLES. Lord governor, for so we hear you are, Let not our ships and number of our men Be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024384 | 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 stuffd within With bloody veins, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024385 | expecting overthrow, Are stored with corn to make your needy bread, And give them life whom hunger starved half dead. ALL. The gods of Greece protect you! And well pray for you. PERICLES. Arise, I pray you, rise: We do not look for reverence, but for love, And harbourage for ourself, our ships and men. CLEON. The which when any | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024386 | 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 neer be seen, Your grace is welcome to our town and us. PERICLES. Which welcome well accept; feast here awhile, Until our stars that frown lend us | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024387 | a smile. [_Exeunt._] ACT II Enter Gower. GOWER. Here have you seen a mighty king His child, iwis, 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 passd necessity. Ill show you those in troubles reign, Losing a mite, a mountain | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024388 | 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? Dumb-show. Enter at one door Pericles talking with Cleon; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024389 | 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. Good Helicane, that stayd at home. Not to eat honey like a drone From others labours; for though he strive To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024390 | 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, theres seldom ease; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024391 | For now the wind begins to blow; Thunder above and deeps below Make such unquiet, that the ship Should house him safe is wreckd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024392 | ashore, to give him glad: And here he comes. What shall be next, Pardon old Gower,this longs the text. [_Exit._] SCENE I. Pentapolis. An open place by the seaside. 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024393 | as fits my nature, do obey you: Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks, Washd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024394 | have death in peace is all hell 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 Ill fetch thee with a wanion. THIRD FISHERMAN. Faith, master, I am thinking | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024395 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024396 | say theyre half fish, half flesh: a plague on them, they neer 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024397 | 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 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024398 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024399 | 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
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