| ACT I | 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, | 5 |
| | 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. | 10 |
| | 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 | 15 |
| | 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: | 20 |
| | 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, | 25 |
| | 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. | 30 |
| | 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, | 35 |
| | 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. | 40 |
| | What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye | |
| | I give, my cause who best can justify. | |
| | Exit | |
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| ACT I SCENE I | Antioch. A room in the palace. | |
| | Enter ANTIOCHUS, Prince PERICLES, and followers | |
| ANTIOCHUS | Young prince of Tyre, you have at large received | 45 |
| | 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, | 50 |
| | 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. | 55 |
| | 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 | 60 |
| | 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, | 65 |
| | 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. | 70 |
| 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; | 75 |
| | 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, | 80 |
| | 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 | 85 |
| | 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. | 90 |
| | 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; | 95 |
| | 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: | 100 |
| | 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, | 105 |
| | 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 | 110 |
| | 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. | 115 |
| | 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, | 120 |
| | 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; | 125 |
| | 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. | 130 |
| 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, | 135 |
| | 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. | 140 |
| | 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 | 145 |
| | 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, | 150 |
| | 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 | |
| | the meaning: | |
| | But I will gloze with him.--Young prince of Tyre, | 155 |
| | 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: | 160 |
| | 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. | 165 |
| | 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 | 170 |
| | 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, | 175 |
| | 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, | 180 |
| | 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: | 185 |
| | 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, | 190 |
| | 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? | 195 |
| | 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. | 200 |
| | 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, | 205 |
| | '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 | 210 |
| | 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, | 215 |
| | 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. | 220 |
| | Exit | |