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twg_000000024400 | SECOND FISHERMAN. Honest! good fellow, whats 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024401 | 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? Heres them in our country of Greece gets more with begging than we can do with working. SECOND FISHERMAN. Canst thou catch any fishes, then? PERICLES. I never | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024402 | practised it. SECOND FISHERMAN. Nay, then thou wilt starve, sure; for heres nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish fort. PERICLES. What I have been I have forgot to know; But what I am, want teaches me to think on: A man throngd up with cold: my veins are chill, And have no more of life than may | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024403 | 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 forbidt, and I have a gown here; come, put it on; keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024404 | home, and well have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting-days, and moreoer 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 Ill turn craver too, and so I shall scape whipping. PERICLES. Why, are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024405 | 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, Ill 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024406 | where ye are? PERICLES. Not well. FIRST FISHERMAN. Why, Ill tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and our King, the good Simonides. PERICLES. The good 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024407 | the name of good government. How far is his court distant from this shore? FIRST FISHERMAN. Marry sir, half a days journey: and Ill tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and tomorrow is her birth-day; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world to joust and tourney for her love. PERICLES. Were my fortunes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024408 | 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 forhis wifes soul. Re-enter Second and Third Fishermen, drawing up a net. SECOND FISHERMAN. Help, master, help! heres a fish hangs in the net, like a poor mans right | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024409 | in the law; twill hardly come out. Ha! bots ont, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024410 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024411 | it; Till the rough seas, that spares not any man, Took it in rage, though calmd have givent again: I thank thee fort: my shipwreck nows no ill, Since I have here my father gave in his will. FIRST FISHERMAN. What mean you sir? PERICLES. To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth, For it was sometime target | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024412 | 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 youd guide me to your sovereign court, Where with it I may appear a gentleman; And if that ever my low fortunes better, Ill pay your bounties; till then rest your debtor. FIRST FISHERMAN. Why, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024413 | wilt thou tourney for the lady? PERICLES. Ill show the virtue I have borne in arms. FIRST FISHERMAN. Why, dye take it, and the gods give thee good ont! 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024414 | if you thrive, youll remember from whence you had them. PERICLES. Believet 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024415 | tread. Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided Of a pair of bases. SECOND FISHERMAN. Well sure provide: thou shalt have my best gown to make thee a pair; and Ill bring thee to the court myself. PERICLES. Then honour be but a goal to my will, This day Ill rise, or else add ill to ill. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024416 | The same. A public way, or platform leading to the lists. A pavilion by the side of it for the reception of the King, Princess, Lords, etc. Enter Simonides, Thaisa, Lords and Attendants. SIMONIDES. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph? FIRST LORD. They are, my liege; And stay your coming to present themselves. SIMONIDES. Return them, we are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024417 | ready; and our daughter, In honour of whose birth these triumphs are, Sits here, like beautys child, whom Nature gat For men to see, and seeing wonder at. [_Exit a Lord._] THAISA. It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express My commendations great, whose merits less. SIMONIDES. Its fit it should be so; for princes are A model, which heaven | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024418 | makes like to itself: As jewels lose their glory if neglected, So princes their renowns if not respected. Tis now your honour, daughter, to entertain The labour of each knight in his device. THAISA. Which, to preserve mine honour, Ill perform. The first Knight passes by, and his Squire presents his shield to Thaisa. SIMONIDES. Who is the first that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024419 | doth prefer himself? THAISA. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father; And the device he bears upon his shield Is a black Ethiope reaching at the sun: The word, _Lux tua vita mihi._ SIMONIDES. He loves you well that holds his life of you. The second Knight passes by, and his Squire presents his shield to Thaisa. Who is the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024420 | second that presents himself? THAISA. A prince of Macedon, my royal father; And the device he bears upon his shield Is an armd knight thats conquerd by a lady; The motto thus, in Spanish, _Piu por dulzura que por forza._ The third Knight passes by, and his Squire presents his shield to Thaisa. SIMONIDES. And whats the third? THAISA. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024421 | third of Antioch; And his device, a wreath of chivalry; The word, _Me pompae provexit apex._ The fourth Knight passes by, and his Squire presents his shield to Thaisa. SIMONIDES. What is the fourth? THAISA. A burning torch thats turned upside down; The word, _Quod me alit me extinguit._ SIMONIDES. Which shows that beauty hath his power and will, Which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024422 | can as well inflame as it can kill. The fifth Knight passes by, and his Squire presents his shield to Thaisa. THAISA. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds, Holding out gold thats by the touchstone tried; The motto thus, _Sic spectanda fides._ The sixth Knight, Pericles, passes in rusty armour with bases, and unaccompanied. He presents his device directly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024423 | to Thaisa. SIMONIDES. And whats the sixth and last, the which the knight himself With such a graceful courtesy deliverd? THAISA. He seems to be a stranger; but his present is A witherd branch, thats only green at top; The motto, _In hac spe vivo._ SIMONIDES. A pretty moral; From the dejected state wherein he is, He hopes by you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024424 | his fortunes yet may flourish. FIRST LORD. He had need mean better than his outward show Can any way speak in his just commend; For by his rusty outside he appears To have practised more the whipstock than the lance. SECOND LORD. He well may be a stranger, for he comes To an honourd triumph strangely furnished. THIRD LORD. And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024425 | on set purpose let his armour rust Until this day, to scour it in the dust. SIMONIDES. Opinions but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. But stay, the knights are coming. We will withdraw into the gallery. [_Exeunt. Great shouts within, and all cry_ The mean Knight!] SCENE III. The same. A hall | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024426 | of state: a banquet prepared. Enter Simonides, Thaisa, Lords, Attendants and Knights, from tilting. SIMONIDES. Knights, To say youre welcome were superfluous. To place upon the volume of your deeds, As in a title-page, your worth in arms, Were more than you expect, or more thans fit, Since every worth in show commends itself. Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024427 | a feast: You are princes and my guests. THAISA. But you, my knight and guest; To whom this wreath of victory I give, And crown you king of this days happiness. PERICLES. Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit. SIMONIDES. Call it by what you will, the day is yours; And here, I hope, is none that envies it. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024428 | In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed, To make some good, but others to exceed; And you are her labourd scholar. Come queen of the feast, For, daughter, so you are,here take your place: Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace. KNIGHTS. We are honourd much by good Simonides. SIMONIDES. Your presence glads our days; honour we love; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024429 | For who hates honour hates the gods above. MARSHALL. Sir, yonder is your place. PERICLES. Some other is more fit. FIRST KNIGHT. Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen Have neither in our hearts nor outward eyes Envied the great, nor shall the low despise. PERICLES. You are right courteous knights. SIMONIDES. Sit, sir, sit. By Jove, I wonder, that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024430 | is king of thoughts, These cates resist me, he but thought upon. THAISA. By Juno, that is queen of marriage, All viands that I eat do seem unsavoury, Wishing him my meat. Sure, hes a gallant gentleman. SIMONIDES. Hes but a country gentleman; Has done no more than other knights have done; Has broken a staff or so; so let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024431 | it pass. THAISA. To me he seems like diamond to glass. PERICLES. Yon kings to me like to my fathers picture, Which tells me in that glory once he was; Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne, And he the sun, for them to reverence; None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights, Did vail their crowns to his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024432 | supremacy: Where now his sons like a glow-worm in the night, The which hath fire in darkness, none in light: Whereby I see that times the king of men, Hes both their parent, and he is their grave, And gives them what he will, not what they crave. SIMONIDES. What, are you merry, knights? KNIGHTS. Who can be other in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024433 | this royal presence? SIMONIDES. Here, with a cup thats stored unto the brim, As you do love, fill to your mistress lips, We drink this health to you. KNIGHTS. We thank your grace. SIMONIDES. Yet pause awhile. Yon knight doth sit too melancholy, As if the entertainment in our court Had not a show might countervail his worth. Note it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024434 | not you, Thaisa? THAISA. What ist to me, my father? SIMONIDES. O attend, my daughter: Princes in this should live like gods above, Who freely give to everyone that comes to honour them: And princes not doing so are like to gnats, Which make a sound, but killd are wonderd at. Therefore to make his entrance more sweet, Here, say | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024435 | we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him. THAISA. Alas, my father, it befits not me Unto a stranger knight to be so bold: He may my proffer take for an offence, Since men take womens gifts for impudence. SIMONIDES. How? Do as I bid you, or youll move me else. THAISA. [_Aside._] Now, by the gods, he could not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024436 | please me better. SIMONIDES. And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him, Of whence he is, his name and parentage. THAISA. The king my father, sir, has drunk to you. PERICLES. I thank him. THAISA. Wishing it so much blood unto your life. PERICLES. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely. THAISA. And further he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024437 | desires to know of you, Of whence you are, your name and parentage. PERICLES. A gentleman of Tyre; my name, Pericles; My education been in arts and arms; Who, looking for adventures in the world, Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men, And after shipwreck driven upon this shore. THAISA. He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024438 | A gentleman of Tyre, Who only by misfortune of the seas Bereft of ships and men, cast on this shore. SIMONIDES. Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune, And will awake him from his melancholy. Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles, And waste the time, which looks for other revels. Even in your armours, as you are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024439 | addressd, Will well become a soldiers dance. I will not have excuse, with saying this, Loud music is too harsh for ladies heads Since they love men in arms as well as beds. [_The Knights dance._] So, this was well askd, twas so well performd. Come, sir; here is a lady which wants breathing too: And I have heard you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024440 | knights of Tyre Are excellent in making ladies trip; And that their measures are as excellent. PERICLES. In those that practise them they are, my lord. SIMONIDES. O, thats as much as you would be denied Of your fair courtesy. [_The Knights and Ladies dance._] Unclasp, unclasp: Thanks gentlemen, to all; all have done well. [_To Pericles._] But you the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024441 | best. Pages and lights to conduct These knights unto their several lodgings. [_To Pericles._] Yours, sir, we have given order to be next our own. PERICLES. I am at your graces pleasure. SIMONIDES. Princes, it is too late to talk of love; And thats the mark I know you level at: Therefore each one betake him to his rest; Tomorrow | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024442 | all for speeding do their best. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Tyre. A room in the Governors house. Enter Helicanus and Escanes. HELICANUS. No, Escanes, know this of me, Antiochus from incest lived not free: For which the most high gods not minding longer To withhold the vengeance that they had in store Due to this heinous capital offence, Even in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024443 | height and pride of all his glory, When he was seated in a chariot Of an inestimable value, and his daughter with him, A fire from heaven came and shrivelld up Their bodies, even to loathing, for they so stunk, That all those eyes adored them ere their fall Scorn now their hand should give them burial. ESCANES. Twas very | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024444 | strange HELICANUS. And yet but justice; for though this king were great; His greatness was no guard to bar heavens shaft, But sin had his reward. ESCANES. Tis very true. Enter two or three Lords. FIRST LORD. See, not a man in private conference Or council has respect with him but he. SECOND LORD. It shall no longer grieve without | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024445 | reproof. THIRD LORD. And cursed be he that will not second it. FIRST LORD. Follow me, then. Lord Helicane, a word. HELICANUS. With me? and welcome: happy day, my lords. FIRST LORD. Know that our griefs are risen to the top, And now at length they overflow their banks. HELICANUS. Your griefs! for what? Wrong not your prince you love. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024446 | FIRST LORD. Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane; But if the prince do live, let us salute him. Or know what grounds made happy by his breath. If in the world he live, well seek him out; If in his grave he rest, well find him there. Well be resolved he lives to govern us, Or dead, gives cause to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024447 | mourn his funeral, And leave us to our free election. SECOND LORD. Whose deaths indeed the strongest in our censure: And knowing this kingdom is without a head, Like goodly buildings left without a roof Soon fall to ruin,your noble self, That best know how to rule and how to reign, We thus submit unto,our sovereign. ALL. Live, noble Helicane! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024448 | HELICANUS. For honours cause, forbear your suffrages: If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear. Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, Wheres hourly trouble for a minutes ease. A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you To forbear the absence of your king; If in which time expired, he not return, I shall with aged patience bear your yoke. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024449 | But if I cannot win you to this love, Go search like nobles, like noble subjects, And in your search spend your adventurous worth; Whom if you find, and win unto return, You shall like diamonds sit about his crown. FIRST LORD. To wisdom hes a fool that will not yield; And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us, We with our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024450 | travels will endeavour us. HELICANUS. Then you love us, we you, and well clasp hands: When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. [_Exeunt._] SCENE V. Pentapolis. A room in the palace. Enter Simonides reading a letter at one door; the Knights meet him. FIRST KNIGHT. Good morrow to the good Simonides. SIMONIDES. Knights, from my daughter this I let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024451 | you know, That for this twelvemonth shell not undertake A married life. Her reason to herself is only known, Which yet from her by no means can I get. SECOND KNIGHT. May we not get access to her, my lord? SIMONIDES. Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly tied Her to her chamber, that tis impossible. One twelve moons | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024452 | more shell wear Dianas livery; This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vowd, And on her virgin honour will not break it. THIRD KNIGHT. Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves. [_Exeunt Knights._] SIMONIDES. So, they are well dispatchd; now to my daughters letter: She tells me here, shell wed the stranger knight, Or never more to view | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024453 | nor day nor light. Tis well, mistress; your choice agrees with mine; I like that well: nay, how absolute shes int, Not minding whether I dislike or no! Well, I do commend her choice; And will no longer have it be delayd. Soft! here he comes: I must dissemble it. Enter Pericles. PERICLES. All fortune to the good Simonides! SIMONIDES. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024454 | To you as much. Sir, I am beholding to you For your sweet music this last night: I do Protest my ears were never better fed With such delightful pleasing harmony. PERICLES. It is your graces pleasure to commend; Not my desert. SIMONIDES. Sir, you are musics master. PERICLES. The worst of all her scholars, my good lord. SIMONIDES. Let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024455 | me ask you one thing: What do you think of my daughter, sir? PERICLES. A most virtuous princess. SIMONIDES. And she is fair too, is she not? PERICLES. As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair. SIMONIDES. Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you; Ay, so well, that you must be her master, And she will be your scholar: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024456 | therefore look to it. PERICLES. I am unworthy for her schoolmaster. SIMONIDES. She thinks not so; peruse this writing else. PERICLES. [_Aside._] Whats here? A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre! Tis the kings subtlety to have my life. O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord, A stranger and distressed gentleman, That never aimd so high to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024457 | love your daughter, But bent all offices to honour her. SIMONIDES. Thou hast bewitchd my daughter, And thou art a villain. PERICLES. By the gods, I have not: Never did thought of mine levy offence; Nor never did my actions yet commence A deed might gain her love or your displeasure. SIMONIDES. Traitor, thou liest. PERICLES. Traitor? SIMONIDES. Ay, traitor. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024458 | PERICLES. Even in his throatunless it be the king That calls me traitor, I return the lie. SIMONIDES. [_Aside._] Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage. PERICLES. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, That never relishd of a base descent. I came unto your court for honours cause, And not to be a rebel to her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024459 | state; And he that otherwise accounts of me, This sword shall prove hes honours enemy. SIMONIDES. No? Here comes my daughter, she can witness it. Enter Thaisa. PERICLES. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Did eer solicit, or my hand subscribe To any syllable that made love to you. THAISA. Why, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024460 | sir, say if you had, Who takes offence at that would make me glad? SIMONIDES. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory? [_Aside._] I am glad ont with all my heart. Ill tame you; Ill bring you in subjection. Will you, not having my consent, Bestow your love and your affections Upon a stranger? [_Aside._] Who, for aught I know May | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024461 | be, nor can I think the contrary, As great in blood as I myself. Therefore hear you, mistress; either frame Your will to mine, and you, sir, hear you, Either be ruled by me, or I will make you Man and wife. Nay, come, your hands, And lips must seal it too: and being joind, Ill thus your hopes destroy; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024462 | and for further grief, God give you joy! What, are you both pleased? THAISA. Yes, if you love me, sir. PERICLES. Even as my life my blood that fosters it. SIMONIDES. What, are you both agreed? BOTH. Yes, ift please your majesty. SIMONIDES. It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed; And then with what haste you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024463 | can, get you to bed. [_Exeunt._] ACT III Enter Gower. GOWER. Now sleep yslaked hath the rouse; No din but snores about the house, Made louder by the oerfed breast Of this most pompous marriage feast. The cat, with eyne of burning coal, Now couches fore the mouses hole; And crickets sing at the ovens mouth, Are the blither for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024464 | their drouth. Hymen hath brought the bride to bed, Where, by the loss of maidenhead, A babe is moulded. Be attent, And time that is so briefly spent With your fine fancies quaintly eche: Whats dumb in show Ill plain with speech. Dumb-show. Enter, Pericles and Simonides at one door with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives Pericles | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024465 | a letter: Pericles shows it Simonides; the Lords kneel to him. Then enter Thaisa with child, with Lychorida, a nurse. The King shows her the letter; she rejoices: she and Pericles take leave of her father, and depart, with Lychorida and their Attendants. Then exeunt Simonides and the rest. By many a dern and painful perch Of Pericles the careful | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024466 | 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 enquire, To th court of King Simonides Are letters brought, the tenour these: Antiochus and his daughter dead; The men of Tyrus on | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024467 | the head Of Helicanus would set on The crown of Tyre, but he will none: The mutiny he there hastes toppress; 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 everyone with claps can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024468 | sound, Our heir apparent is a king! Who dreamt, 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 Neptunes billow; half the flood | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024469 | Hath their keel cut: but fortunes mood Varies again; the grisled 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024470 | 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. [_Exit._] SCENE I. Enter Pericles, on shipboard. PERICLES. Thou god of this great vast, rebuke these surges, Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou that hast Upon the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024471 | winds command, bind them in brass, Having calld 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 seamans whistle Is as a whisper in the ears of death, Unheard. Lychorida! - Lucina, O! Divinest patroness, and midwife | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024472 | gentle To those that cry by night, convey thy deity Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs Of my queens travails! Now, Lychorida! Enter Lychorida with an infant. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024473 | your dead queen. PERICLES. How? how, Lychorida? LYCHORIDA. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm. Heres 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024474 | not what we give, and therein may Vie 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 princes child. Happy what follows! Thou hast as chiding | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024475 | 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 upont! Enter two Sailors FIRST SAILOR. What courage, sir? God save you! PERICLES. Courage enough: I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024476 | 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, and the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024477 | 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. Thats your superstition. FIRST SAILOR. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it has been still observed; and we are strong in custom. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024478 | 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: thunfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time To give thee hallowd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffind, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024479 | And eer-remaining lamps, the belching whale And humming water must oerwhelm 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._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024480 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024481 | will I visit Cleon, for the babe Cannot hold out to Tyrus. There Ill leave it At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner: Ill bring the body presently. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Ephesus. A room in Cerimons house. Enter Cerimon, with a Servant, and some Persons who have been shipwrecked. CERIMON. Philemon, ho! Enter Philemon. PHILEMON. Doth my lord call? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024482 | 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 neer endured. CERIMON. Your master will be dead ere you return; Theres nothing can be ministerd to nature That can recover him. [_To Philemon._] Give this to the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024483 | 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: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024484 | 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024485 | should be so conversant with pain. Being thereto not compelld. 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 oer authorities, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024486 | have, Together with my practice, 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 pleasure | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024487 | up in silken bags, To please the fool and death. SECOND GENTLEMAN. Your honour has through Ephesus pourd 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 never Enter two or | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024488 | three Servants with a chest. FIRST SERVANT. So, lift there. CERIMON. Whats that? FIRST SERVANT. Sir, even now Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest: Tis of some wreck. CERIMON. Sett down, lets look upont. SECOND GENTLEMAN. Tis like a coffin, sir. CERIMON. Whateer it be, Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight: If the seas stomach be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024489 | oercharged with gold, Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us. SECOND GENTLEMAN. Tis so, my lord. CERIMON. How close tis caulkd and bitumed! Did the sea cast it up? FIRST SERVANT. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, As tossd it upon shore. CERIMON. Wrench it open; Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense. SECOND | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024490 | GENTLEMAN. A delicate odour. CERIMON. As ever hit my nostril. So up with it. O you most potent gods! whats here? a corpse! FIRST GENTLEMAN. Most strange! CERIMON. Shrouded in cloth of state; balmd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024491 | eer this coffin drives 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024492 | likely, sir. CERIMON. Nay, certainly tonight; 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 oerpressd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024493 | That had nine hours lain dead, Who was by good appliance recovered. Re-enter a Servant with 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 stirrst, thou block! The music there!I pray you, give her air. Gentlemen, this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024494 | 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 lifes flower again! FIRST GENTLEMAN. The heavens, through you, increase our wonder And sets up your fame for ever. CERIMON. She is alive; behold, her eyelids, Cases to those heavenly jewels which Pericles hath | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024495 | lost, Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; The diamonds of a most praised water doth 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? Wheres my lord? What world is this? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024496 | 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 lookd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come; And Aesculapius guide us! [_Exeunt, carrying her away._] SCENE III. Tarsus. A room in Cleons house. Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza and Lychorida | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024497 | with Marina in her arms. PERICLES. Most honourd 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024498 | DIONYZA. O, your sweet queen! That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her hither, To have blessd 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024499 | 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 mannerd as she is born. CLEON. Fear not, my lord, but think Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, For which the peoples prayers still fall upon you, | 60 | gutenberg |
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