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by William Shakespeare


  What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye

  I give, my cause who best can justify.

  Exit

  SCENE 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

  Embolden’d with the glory of her praise,

  Think death no hazard in this enterprise.

  Antiochus

  Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,

  For the embracements even of Jove himself;

  At whose conception, till Lucina reign’d,

  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, apparell’d like the spring,

  Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the 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 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 touch’d;

  For death-like dragons here affright thee hard:

  Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view

  Her countless glory, which desert must gain;

  And which, without desert, because thine eye

  Presumes to reach, all thy 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 martyrs, slain in Cupid’s wars;

  And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist

  For going on death’s 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 remember’d should be like a mirror,

  Who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error.

  I’ll 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 whence they came;

  But my unspotted fire of love to you.

  To the Daughter of Antiochus

  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 say’d yet, mayst thou prove prosperous!

  Of all say’d 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 mother’s flesh which did me breed.

  I sought a husband, in which labour

  I found that kindness in a father:

  He’s 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 men’s acts,

  Why cloud they not their sights perpetually,

  If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?

  Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still,

  Takes hold of the hand of the Daughter of Antiochus

  Were not this glorious casket stored with ill:

  But I must tell you, now my thoughts revolt

  For he’s no man on whom perfections wait

  That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.

  You are a fair viol, and your sense the strings;

  Who, finger’d to make man his lawful music,

  Would draw heaven down, and all the gods, to hearken:

  But being play’d 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 that’s an article within our law,

  As dangerous as the rest. Your time’s 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,

  He’s more secure to keep it shut than shown:

  For vice repeated is like the wandering wind.

  Blows dust in other’s 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

  Copp’d hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is throng’d

  By man’s oppression; and the poor worm doth die for’t.

  Kings are earth’s gods; in vice their law’s 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 being bred,

  Then give my tongue like leave to love my 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 tenor 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 longer we do respite you;

  If by which time our secret be undone,

  This mercy shows we’ll 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 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 you’re both a father and a son,

  By your untimely claspings with your child,

  Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father;

  And
she an eater of her mother’s flesh,

  By the defiling of her parent’s 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 shun no course to keep them from the light.

  One sin, I know, another doth provoke;

  Murder’s as 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 lie be cropp’d to keep you clear,

  By flight I’ll shun the danger which I fear.

  Exit

  Re-enter Antiochus

  Antiochus

  He hath found the meaning, for which we mean

  To have his head.

  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 private actions to your secrecy;

  And for your faithfulness we will advance you.

  Thaliard, behold, here’s poison, and here’s 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 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 ne’er return

  Unless thou say ‘Prince Pericles is dead.’

  Thaliard

  My lord,

  If I can get him within my pistol’s length,

  I’ll make him sure enough: so, farewell to your highness.

  Antiochus

  Thaliard, adieu!

  Exit Thaliard

  Till Pericles be dead,

  My heart can lend no succor to my head.

  Exit

  SCENE II. TYRE. A ROOM IN THE PALACE.

  Enter Pericles

  Pericles

  [To Lords without] Let none disturb us.— Why should this change of thoughts,

  The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy,

  Be my so used a guest as not an hour,

  In the day’s 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 fear’d, is at Antioch,

  Whose aim seems far too short to hit me here:

  Yet neither pleasure’s art can joy my spirits,

  Nor yet the other’s distance comfort me.

  Then it is thus: the passions of the mind,

  That have their first conception by mis-dread,

  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,

  ’Gainst whom I am too little to contend,

  Since he’s 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,

  He’ll stop the course by which it might be known;

  With hostile forces he’ll o’erspread the land,

  And with the ostent of war will look so huge,

  Amazement shall drive courage from the state;

  Our men be vanquish’d ere they do resist,

  And subjects punish’d that ne’er thought offence:

  Which care of them, not pity of myself,

  Who am no more but as the tops of trees,

  Which 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 experience tongue.

  They do abuse the king that flatter him:

  For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;

  The thing which is flatter’d, but a spark,

  To which that blast 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 a peace,

  He 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 o’erlook

  What shipping and what lading’s in our haven,

  And then return to us.

  Exeunt Lords

  Helicanus, thou

  Hast moved us: what seest thou in our looks?

  Helicanus

  An angry brow, dread lord.

  Pericles

  If there be such a dart in princes’ frowns,

  How durst thy tongue move anger to our face?

  Helicanus

  How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence

  They have their nourishment?

  Pericles

  Thou know’st I have power

  To take thy life from thee.

  Helicanus

  [Kneeling]

  I have ground the axe myself;

  Do you but strike the blow.

  Pericles

  Rise, prithee, rise.

  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 patience

  Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself.

  Pericles

  Thou speak’st like a physician, Helicanus,

  That minister’st a potion unto me

  That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself.

  Attend me, then: I went to Antioch,

  Where as thou know’st, against the face of death,

  I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty.

  From whence an issue I might propagate,

  Are arms to princes, and bring joys to subjects.

  Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder;

  The rest — hark in thine ear — as black as incest:

  Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father

  Seem’d not to strike, but smooth: but thou know’st this,

  ’Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

  Such fear so grew in me, I hither fled,

  Under the covering of a careful night,

  Who seem’d 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 it, as no doubt he doth,

  That I should open to the listening air

  How many worthy princes’ bloods were shed,

  To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,

  To lop that doubt, he’ll 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 war’s blow, who spares not innocence:

  Which love to all, of which thyself art one,

  Who 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 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 to any; if to me.

  Day serves not light more faithful than I’ll be.

  Pericles

  I do not doubt thy faith;

  But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?

  Helicanus

  We’ll 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 my travel, where I’ll hear from thee;

  And by whose letters I’ll dispose myself.

  The care I had and have of subjects’ good

  On thee I lay whose wisdom’s strength can bear it.

  I’ll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath:

  Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both:

  But in our orbs we’ll live so round and safe,

  That time of both this truth shall ne’er convince,

  Thou show’dst a subject’s 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 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 for’t; for if a king bid a man be a villain, he’s bound by the indenture of his oath to be one! Hush! here come the lords of Tyre.

 

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