[Aside] She needs not, when she knows it cowardice.
Thurio
What says she to my birth?
Proteus
That you are well derived.
Julia
[Aside] True; from a gentleman to a fool.
Thurio
Considers she my possessions?
Proteus
O, ay; and pities them.
Thurio
Wherefore?
Julia
[Aside] That such an ass should owe them.
Proteus
That they are out by lease.
Julia
Here comes the duke.
Enter Duke
Duke
How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!
Which of you saw Sir Eglamour of late?
Thurio
Not I.
Proteus
Nor I.
Duke
Saw you my daughter?
Proteus
Neither.
Duke
Why then,
She’s fled unto that peasant Valentine;
And Eglamour is in her company.
’Tis true; for Friar Laurence met them both,
As he in penance wander’d through the forest;
Him he knew well, and guess’d that it was she,
But, being mask’d, he was not sure of it;
Besides, she did intend confession
At Patrick’s cell this even; and there she was not;
These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence.
Therefore, I pray you, stand not to discourse,
But mount you presently and meet with me
Upon the rising of the mountain-foot
That leads towards Mantua, whither they are fled:
Dispatch, sweet gentlemen, and follow me.
Exit
Thurio
Why, this it is to be a peevish girl,
That flies her fortune when it follows her.
I’ll after, more to be revenged on Eglamour
Than for the love of reckless Silvia.
Exit
Proteus
And I will follow, more for Silvia’s love
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
Exit
Julia
And I will follow, more to cross that love
Than hate for Silvia that is gone for love.
Exit
SCENE III. THE FRONTIERS OF MANTUA. THE FOREST.
Enter Outlaws with Silvia
First Outlaw
Come, come,
Be patient; we must bring you to our captain.
Silvia
A thousand more mischances than this one
Have learn’d me how to brook this patiently.
Second Outlaw
Come, bring her away.
First Outlaw
Where is the gentleman that was with her?
Third Outlaw
Being nimble-footed, he hath outrun us,
But Moyses and Valerius follow him.
Go thou with her to the west end of the wood;
There is our captain: we’ll follow him that’s fled;
The thicket is beset; he cannot ’scape.
First Outlaw
Come, I must bring you to our captain’s cave:
Fear not; he bears an honourable mind,
And will not use a woman lawlessly.
Silvia
O Valentine, this I endure for thee!
Exeunt
SCENE IV. ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST.
Enter Valentine
Valentine
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods,
I better brook than flourishing peopled towns:
Here can I sit alone, unseen of any,
And to the nightingale’s complaining notes
Tune my distresses and record my woes.
O thou that dost inhabit in my breast,
Leave not the mansion so long tenantless,
Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall
And leave no memory of what it was!
Repair me with thy presence, Silvia;
Thou gentle nymph, cherish thy forlorn swain!
What halloing and what stir is this to-day?
These are my mates, that make their wills their law,
Have some unhappy passenger in chase.
They love me well; yet I have much to do
To keep them from uncivil outrages.
Withdraw thee, Valentine: who’s this comes here?
Enter Proteus, Silvia, and Julia
Proteus
Madam, this service I have done for you,
Though you respect not aught your servant doth,
To hazard life and rescue you from him
That would have forced your honour and your love;
Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look;
A smaller boon than this I cannot beg
And less than this, I am sure, you cannot give.
Valentine
[Aside] How like a dream is this I see and hear!
Love, lend me patience to forbear awhile.
Silvia
O miserable, unhappy that I am!
Proteus
Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;
But by my coming I have made you happy.
Silvia
By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy.
Julia
[Aside] And me, when he approacheth to your presence.
Silvia
Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
I would have been a breakfast to the beast,
Rather than have false Proteus rescue me.
O, Heaven be judge how I love Valentine,
Whose life’s as tender to me as my soul!
And full as much, for more there cannot be,
I do detest false perjured Proteus.
Therefore be gone; solicit me no more.
Proteus
What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look!
O, ’tis the curse in love, and still approved,
When women cannot love where they’re beloved!
Silvia
When Proteus cannot love where he’s beloved.
Read over Julia’s heart, thy first best love,
For whose dear sake thou didst then rend thy faith
Into a thousand oaths; and all those oaths
Descended into perjury, to love me.
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou’dst two;
And that’s far worse than none; better have none
Than plural faith which is too much by one:
Thou counterfeit to thy true friend!
Proteus
In love
Who respects friend?
Silvia
All men but Proteus.
Proteus
Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I’ll woo you like a soldier, at arms’ end,
And love you ’gainst the nature of love,— force ye.
Silvia
O heaven!
Proteus
I’ll force thee yield to my desire.
Valentine
Ruffian, let go that rude uncivil touch,
Thou friend of an ill fashion!
Proteus
Valentine!
Valentine
Thou common friend, that’s without faith or love,
For such is a friend now; treacherous man!
Thou hast beguiled my hopes; nought but mine eye
Could have persuaded me: now I dare not say
I have one friend alive; thou wouldst disprove me.
Who should be trusted, when one’s own right hand
Is perjured to the bosom? Proteus,
I am sorry I must never trust thee more,
But co
unt the world a stranger for thy sake.
The private wound is deepest: O time most accurst,
’Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
Proteus
My shame and guilt confounds me.
Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender ’t here; I do as truly suffer
As e’er I did commit.
Valentine
Then I am paid;
And once again I do receive thee honest.
Who by repentance is not satisfied
Is nor of heaven nor earth, for these are pleased.
By penitence the Eternal’s wrath’s appeased:
And, that my love may appear plain and free,
All that was mine in Silvia I give thee.
Julia
O me unhappy!
Swoons
Proteus
Look to the boy.
Valentine
Why, boy! why, wag! how now! what’s the matter?
Look up; speak.
Julia
O good sir, my master charged me to deliver a ring to Madam Silvia, which, out of my neglect, was never done.
Proteus
Where is that ring, boy?
Julia
Here ’tis; this is it.
Proteus
How! let me see:
Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.
Julia
O, cry you mercy, sir, I have mistook:
This is the ring you sent to Silvia.
Proteus
But how camest thou by this ring? At my depart
I gave this unto Julia.
Julia
And Julia herself did give it me;
And Julia herself hath brought it hither.
Proteus
How! Julia!
Julia
Behold her that gave aim to all thy oaths,
And entertain’d ’em deeply in her heart.
How oft hast thou with perjury cleft the root!
O Proteus, let this habit make thee blush!
Be thou ashamed that I have took upon me
Such an immodest raiment, if shame live
In a disguise of love:
It is the lesser blot, modesty finds,
Women to change their shapes than men their minds.
Proteus
Than men their minds! ’tis true.
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect. That one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins:
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
What is in Silvia’s face, but I may spy
More fresh in Julia’s with a constant eye?
Valentine
Come, come, a hand from either:
Let me be blest to make this happy close;
’Twere pity two such friends should be long foes.
Proteus
Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever.
Julia
And I mine.
Enter Outlaws, with Duke and Thurio
Outlaws
A prize, a prize, a prize!
Valentine
Forbear, forbear, I say! it is my lord the duke.
Your grace is welcome to a man disgraced,
Banished Valentine.
Duke
Sir Valentine!
Thurio
Yonder is Silvia; and Silvia’s mine.
Valentine
Thurio, give back, or else embrace thy death;
Come not within the measure of my wrath;
Do not name Silvia thine; if once again,
Verona shall not hold thee. Here she stands;
Take but possession of her with a touch:
I dare thee but to breathe upon my love.
Thurio
Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I;
I hold him but a fool that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not:
I claim her not, and therefore she is thine.
Duke
The more degenerate and base art thou,
To make such means for her as thou hast done
And leave her on such slight conditions.
Now, by the honour of my ancestry,
I do applaud thy spirit, Valentine,
And think thee worthy of an empress’ love:
Know then, I here forget all former griefs,
Cancel all grudge, repeal thee home again,
Plead a new state in thy unrivall’d merit,
To which I thus subscribe: Sir Valentine,
Thou art a gentleman and well derived;
Take thou thy Silvia, for thou hast deserved her.
Valentine
I thank your grace; the gift hath made me happy.
I now beseech you, for your daughter’s sake,
To grant one boom that I shall ask of you.
Duke
I grant it, for thine own, whate’er it be.
Valentine
These banish’d men that I have kept withal
Are men endued with worthy qualities:
Forgive them what they have committed here
And let them be recall’d from their exile:
They are reformed, civil, full of good
And fit for great employment, worthy lord.
Duke
Thou hast prevail’d; I pardon them and thee:
Dispose of them as thou know’st their deserts.
Come, let us go: we will include all jars
With triumphs, mirth and rare solemnity.
Valentine
And, as we walk along, I dare be bold
With our discourse to make your grace to smile.
What think you of this page, my lord?
Duke
I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes.
Valentine
I warrant you, my lord, more grace than boy.
Duke
What mean you by that saying?
Valentine
Please you, I’ll tell you as we pass along,
That you will wonder what hath fortuned.
Come, Proteus; ’tis your penance but to hear
The story of your loves discovered:
That done, our day of marriage shall be yours;
One feast, one house, one mutual happiness.
Exeunt
The Complete Romances
By
William Shakespeare
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
CYMBELINE
THE WINTER’S TALE
THE TEMPEST
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE
CYMBELINE
THE WINTER’S TALE
THE TEMPEST
Pericles, Prince of Tyre
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY
ACT I
PROLOGUE
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 GOVERNOR’S HOUSE.
ACT II
PROLOGUE
SCENE I. PENTAPOLIS. AN OPEN PLACE BY THE SEA-SIDE.
SCENE II. THE SAME. A PUBLIC WAY OR PLATFORM LEADING TO THE
SCENE III. THE SAME. A HALL OF STATE: A BANQUET PREPARED.
SCENE IV. TYRE. A ROOM IN THE GOVERNOR’S HOUSE.
SCENE V. PENTAPOLIS. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.
ACT III
PROLOGUE
SCENE II. EPHESUS. A ROOM IN CERIMON’S HOUSE.
SCENE III. TARSUS. A ROOM IN CLEON’S HOUSE.
SCENE IV. EPHESUS. A ROOM IN CERIMON’S HOUSE.
ACT IV
PROLOGUE
SCENE I. TARSUS. AN OPEN PLACE NEAR THE SEA-SHORE.
SCENE II. MYTILENE. A ROOM IN A BROTHEL.
SCENE III. TARSUS. A ROOM IN CLEON’S HOUSE.
SCENE V. MYTILENE. A
STREET BEFORE THE BROTHEL.
SCENE VI. THE SAME. A ROOM IN THE BROTHEL.
ACT V
PROLOGUE
SCENE I. ON BOARD PERICLES’ SHIP, OFF MYTILENE. A CLOSE
SCENE III. THE TEMPLE OF DIANA AT EPHESUS; THAISA STANDING
CHARACTERS OF THE PLAY
Gower, as Chorus
Antiochus, King of Antioch Pericles, Prince of Tyre
Escanes and Helicanus, two lords of Tyre
Simonides, King of Pentapolis Cleon, Governor of Tharsus Lysimachus, Governor of Mytilene Cerimon, a lord of Ephesus Thaliard, a lord of AntiochPhilemon, servant to Cerimon Leonine, servant to Dionyza Marshal A PandarBoult, 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
Diana
Lords, Ladies, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates, Fishermen, and Messengers
Scene: Dispersedly in various countries
ACT I
PROLOGUE
Enter Gower
Before the palace of Antioch
To sing a song that old was sung,
From ashes ancient Gower is come;
Assuming man’s 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 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 wit’s 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 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 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 account no sin.
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame,
To seek her as a bed-fellow,
In marriage-pleasures play-fellow:
Which to prevent he made a law,
To keep her still, and men in awe,
That whoso ask’d 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.
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