Pericles Flashcards
Authorship is questioned - that Shakespeare only wrote half of the play
True
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 days,
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 peer,
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 accounted no sin.
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame
To seek her as a bedfellow,
In marriage pleasures playfellow;
Which to prevent he made a law
To keep her still, and men in awe,
That whoso asked 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.
He indicates heads above the stage.
What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye
I give my cause, who best can justify.
Gower (1.0)
Young Prince of Tyre, you have at large received
The danger of the task you undertake.
Antiochus (1.1.1-2)
I have, Antiochus, and with a soul
Emboldened with the glory of her praise
Think death no hazard in this enterprise.
Pericles (1.1.3-5)
Music!
Bring in our daughter, clothèd like a bride
For 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.
Antiochus (1.1.6-12)
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 th’ adventure, be my helps,
As I am son and servant to your will,
To compass such a boundless happiness.
Pericles (1.1.20-25)
Prince Pericles—
Antiochus (1.1.26)
That would be son to great Antiochus.
Pericles (1.1.27)
Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched;
For deathlike dragons here affright thee hard.
Antiochus (1.1.28-30)
I am no viper, yet I feed
On mother’s flesh which did me breed.
I sought a husband, in which labor
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.
The Riddle (Read by Pericles) (1.1.66-73)
Sharp physic is the last! But, O you powers
That gives 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
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, fingered to make man his lawful music,
Would draw heaven down and all the gods to
hearken;
But, being played upon before your time,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.
Good sooth, I care not for you.
Pericles (1.1.74-89)
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?
Antiochus (1.1.161-166)
My lord, ’tis done.
Thaliard (1.1.167)
I thank thee for ’t; and heaven forbid
That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid.
Pericles (1.2.66-67)
My Dionyza, shall we rest us here
And, by relating tales of others’ griefs,
See if ’twill teach us to forget our own?
Cleon (1.4.1-3)
That 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 distressèd lord, even such our griefs are.
Here they are but felt, and seen with mischief’s eyes,
But like to groves, being topped, they higher rise.
Dionyza (1.4.4-9)
O Dionyza,
Who wanteth food, 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 lungs
Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder, that
If heaven slumber while their creatures want,
They may awake their helpers to comfort them.
I’ll then discourse our woes, felt several years,
And, wanting breath to speak, help me with tears.
Cleon (1.4.10-19)
I’ll do my best, sir.
Dionyza (1.4.20)
This Tarsus, o’er which I have the government,
A city on whom Plenty held full hand,
For Riches strewed herself even in her streets;
Whose towers bore heads so high they kissed the
clouds,
And strangers ne’er beheld but wondered at;
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorned,
Like one another’s 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 scorned, and pride so great,
The name of help grew odious to repeat.
Cleon (1.4.21-32)
O, ’tis too true.
Dionyza (1.4.33)
But see what 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 savors younger
Must have inventions to delight the taste,
Would now be glad of bread and beg for it.
Those mothers who, to nuzzle up their babes,
Thought naught too curious, are ready now
To eat those little darlings whom they loved.
So sharp are hunger’s teeth that man and wife
Draw lots who first shall die to lengthen life.
Here stands a lord and there a lady weeping;
Here many sink, yet those which see them fall
Have scarce strength left to give them burial.
Is not this true?
Cleon (1.4.34-51)
Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it.
Dionyza (1.4.52)
O, let those cities that of Plenty’s cup
And her prosperities so largely taste,
With their superfluous riots, hear these tears.
The misery of Tarsus may be theirs.
Cleon (1.4.53-56)
Where’s the Lord Governor?
Lord (1.4.57)
Here.
Speak out thy sorrows, which thee bring’st in haste,
For comfort is too far for us to expect.
Cleon (1.4.58-60)
We have descried upon our neighboring shore
A portly sail of ships make hitherward.
Lord (1.4.61-62)
I thought as much.
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir
That may succeed as his inheritor;
And so in ours. Some neighboring nation,
Taking advantage of our misery,
Hath stuffed the hollow vessels with their power
To beat us down, the which are down already,
And make a conquest of unhappy men,
Whereas no glory’s got to overcome.
Cleon (1.4.63-71)
That’s the least fear, for, by the semblance
Of their white flags displayed, they bring us peace
And come to us as favorers, not as foes.
Lord (1.4.72-74)
Thou speak’st like him’s untutored 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 ground’s the lowest, and we are halfway there.
Go tell their general we attend him here,
To know for what he comes and whence he comes
And what he craves.
Cleon (1.4.75-82)
I go, my lord.
Lord (1.4.83)
Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist;
If wars, we are unable to resist.
Cleon (1.4.84-85)
Lord Governor, for so we hear you are,
Let not our ships and number of our men
Be like a beacon fired t’ 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 stuffed within
With bloody veins expecting overthrow,
Are stored with corn to make your needy bread
And give them life whom hunger starved half dead.
Pericles (1.4.86-97)
The gods of Greece protect you, and we’ll pray for
you.
All (Cleon, Dionyza, & Lord) (1.4.98-99)
Arise, I pray you, rise.
We do not look for reverence, but for love,
And harborage for ourself, our ships, and men.
Pericles (1.4.100-102)
The which when any 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 ne’er be seen—
Your Grace is welcome to our town and us.
Cleon (1.4.103-108)
Which welcome we’ll accept, feast here awhile,
Until our stars that frown lend us a smile.
Pericles (1.4.109-110)
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 passed necessity.
I’ll show you those in troubles reign,
Losing a mite, a mountain 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?
Gower (2. chorus. before dumb show)
Enter at one door Pericles talking with Cleon, all the
train with them. Enter at another door a Gentleman,
with a letter to Pericles. Pericles shows the letter to
Cleon. Pericles gives the Messenger a reward and knights
him. Pericles exits at one door, and Cleon at another.
Dumb Show (2.Chorus)
Good Helicane, that stayed at home—
Not to eat honey like a drone
From others’ labors, for though he strive
To killen bad, keep good alive,
And to fulfill 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 there’s seldom ease;
For now the wind begins to blow;
Thunder above and deeps below
Makes such unquiet that the ship
Should house him safe is wracked and split,
And he, good prince, having all lost,
By waves from coast to coast is tossed.
All perishen of man, of pelf,
Ne aught escapend but himself;
Till Fortune, tired with doing bad,
Threw him ashore to give him glad.
And here he comes. What shall be next,
Pardon old Gower—this ’longs the text.
Gower (2.chorus. after dumb show)
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, as fits my nature, do obey you.
Alas, the seas hath cast me on the rocks,
Washed me from shore to shore, and left my 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 wat’ry grave,
Here to have death in peace is all he’ll crave.
Pericles (2.1.1-11)
What ho, Pilch!
First Fisherman (2.1.12)
Ha, come and bring away the nets!
Second Fisherman (2.1.13)
What, Patchbreech, I say!
First Fisherman (2.1.14)
What say you, master?
Third Fisherman (2.1.15)
Faith, master, I am thinking of the
poor men that were cast away before us even now.
Third Fisherman (2.1.18-19)
Look how thou stirr’st now! Come
away, or I’ll fetch thee with a wanion.
First Fisherman (2.1.16-17)
Faith, master, I am thinking of the
poor men that were cast away before us even now.
Third fisherman (2.1.18-19)
Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart
to hear what pitiful cries they made to us to help
them, when, welladay, we could scarce help
ourselves!
First Fisherman (2.1.20-23)
Nay, master, said not I as much
when I saw the porpoise how he bounced and tumbled?
They say they’re half fish, half flesh. A plague
on them! They ne’er come but I look to be washed.
Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
Third Fisherman (2.1.24-28)
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: he plays
and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him and
at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such
whales have I heard on a’ the land, who never leave
gaping till they swallowed the whole parish—
church, steeple, bells and all.
First Fisherman (2.1.29-36)
A pretty moral.
Pericles (2.1.37)
But, master, if I had been the sexton,
I would have been that day in the belfry.
Third Fisherman (2.1.38-39)
Why, man?
Second Fisherman (2.1.40)
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 my mind—
Third Fisherman (2.1.41-46)
Simonides?
Pericles (2.1.47)
We would purge the land of these
drones that rob the bee of her honey.
Third Fisherman (2.1.48-49)
How from the finny subject of the sea
These fishers tell the infirmities of men,
And from their wat’ry empire recollect
All that may men approve or men detect!—
Peace be at your labor, honest fishermen.
Pericles (2.1.50-54)
Honest good fellow, what’s that? If
it be a day fits you, search out of the calendar, and
nobody look after it!
Second Fisherman (2.1.55-57)
May see the sea hath cast upon your coast—
Pericles
What a drunken knave was the sea
to cast thee in our way!
Second Fisherman
A man whom both the waters and the wind
In that vast tennis court hath made the ball
For them to play upon entreats you pity him.
He asks of you that never used to beg.
Pericles (2.1.61-64)
No, friend, cannot you beg? Here’s
them in our country of Greece gets more with begging
than we can do with working.
First Fisherman
Canst thou catch any
fishes, then?
Second Fisherman
I never practiced it.
Pericles
Nay, then, thou wilt starve sure,
for here’s nothing to be got nowadays unless thou
canst fish for ’t.
Second Fisherman
What I have been I have forgot to know, But what I am want teaches me to think on:
A man thronged up with cold. My veins are chill
And have no more of life than may 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 you see me buried.
Pericles
Die, quotha? Now gods forbid ’t, an I
have a gown. Here, come, put it on; keep thee
warm. Pericles puts on the garment. Now, afore
me, a handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home,
and we’ll have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting
days, and, moreo’er, puddings and flapjacks, and
thou shalt be welcome.
First Fisherman
I thank you, sir.
Pericles
Hark you, my friend. You said you
could not beg?
Second Fisherman
I did but crave.
Pericles
But crave? Then I’ll turn craver
too, and so I shall ’scape whipping.
Second Fisherman
Why, are your beggars whipped, then?
Pericles
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, I’ll go
draw up the net.
Second Fisherman
How well this honest mirth becomes their labor!
Pericles
Hark you, sir, do you know where
you are?
First Fisherman
Not well.
Pericles
Why, I’ll tell you. This is called Pentapolis,
and our king the good Simonides.
First Fisherman
“The good Simonides” do you call him?
Pericles
Ay, sir, and he deserves so to be called
for his peaceable reign and good government.
First Fisherman
He is a happy king, since he gains from his
subjects the name of “good” by his government.
How far is his court distant from this shore?
Pericles
Marry, sir, half a day’s journey. And
I’ll tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and tomorrow
is her birthday; and there are princes and knights
come from all parts of the world to joust and tourney
for her love.
First Fisherman
Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I
could wish to make one there.
Pericles
O, sir, things must be as they may;
and what a man cannot get he may lawfully deal
for his wife’s soul.
First Fisherman
Help, master, help! Here’s a fish
hangs in the net like a poor man’s right in the law:
’twill hardly come out. Ha! Bots on ’t, ’tis come at
last, and ’tis turned to a rusty armor.
Second Fisherman
An armor, friends? I pray you let me see it.
Thanks, Fortune, yet, that after all thy crosses
Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself;
And though it was mine own, part of my heritage
Which my dead 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 ’t
defend thee.”
It kept where I kept, I so dearly loved it,
Till the rough seas, that spares not any man,
Took it in rage, though calmed have given ’t again.
I thank thee for ’t; my shipwrack now’s no ill
Since I have here my father gave in his will.
Pericles (2.1.125+)
What mean you, sir?
First Fisherman
To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
For it was sometime target 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 you’d guide me to your sovereign’s court,
Where with it I may appear a gentleman.
And if that ever my low fortune’s better,
I’ll pay your bounties; till then, rest your debtor.
Pericles
Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?
First Fisherman
I’ll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
Pericles
Why, do ’ee take it, and the gods give
thee good on ’t.
First 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, if you thrive, you’ll
remember from whence you had them.
Second FIsherman
Believe ’t, I will.He puts on the armor.
By your furtherance I am clothed in steel,
And spite of all the rupture of the sea,
This jewel holds his biding on my arm.
Unto thy value I will mount myself
Upon a courser, whose delightful steps
Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.
Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided
Of a pair of bases.
Pericles
We’ll sure provide. Thou shalt have
my best gown to make thee a pair; and I’ll bring
thee to the court myself.
Second Fisherman
Then honor be but a goal to my will;
This day I’ll rise or else add ill to ill.
Pericles
Return them we are ready, and our daughter here,
In honor of whose birth these triumphs are,
Sits here like Beauty’s child, whom Nature gat
For men to see and, seeing, wonder at.
Simonidies (2.2.4-7)
But you my knight and guest,
To whom this wreath of victory I give
And crown you king of this day’s happiness.
Thaisa (2.3.9-11)
And further, he desires to know of you
Of whence you are, your name and parentage.
Thaisa (2.3.83-84)
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 shipwrack driven upon this shore.
Pericles (2.3.85-89)
He thanks your Grace; names himself Pericles,
A gentleman of Tyre,
Who only by misfortune of the seas,
Bereft of ships and men, cast on this shore.
Thaisa (2.3.90-93)
Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
And will awake him from his melancholy.
Simonides (2.3.94-95)
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
Where’s hourly trouble for a minute’s ease.
A twelve-month longer let me entreat you
To forbear the absence of your king;
If in which time expired, he not return,
I shall with agèd patience bear your yoke.
Helicanus (2.4.45-50)
You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.
Helicanus (2.4.55)
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands.
Helicanus (2.4.60)
One twelve moons more she’ll wear Diana’s livery. This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vowed,
And on her virgin honor will not break it.
Simonidies (2.5.9-11)
Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
Third Knight (2.5.12)
So,
They are well dispatched. Now to my daughter’s letter.
She tells me here she’ll wed the stranger knight
Or never more to view nor day nor light.
’Tis well, mistress, your choice agrees with mine.
I like that well. Nay, how absolute she’s in ’t,
Not minding whether I dislike or no!
Well, I do commend her choice, and will no longer
Have it be delayed. Soft, here he comes.
I must dissemble it.
Simonidies (2.5.13-22)
All fortune to the good Simonides.
Pericles (2.5.23)
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.
Simonides (2.5.24-27)
It is your Grace’s pleasure to commend,
Not my desert.
Pericles (2.5.28-29)
Sir, you are music’s master.
Simonides (2.5.30)
The worst of all her scholars, my good lord.
Pericles (2.5.31)
Let me ask you one thing:
What do you think of my daughter, sir?
Simonides (2.5.32-33)
A most virtuous princess.
Pericles (2.5.34)
And she is fair too, is she not?
Simonides (2.5.35)
As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.
Pericles (2.5.36)
Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you,
Ay, so well that you must be her master,
And she will be your scholar. Therefore, look to it.
Simonides (2.5.37-39)
I am unworthy for her schoolmaster.
Pericles (2.5.40)
She thinks not so. Peruse this writing else.
Simonides (2.5.41)
What’s here?
A letter that she loves the knight of Tyre?
’Tis the King’s subtlety to have my life.—
O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,
A stranger and distressèd gentleman
That never aimed so high to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honor her.
Pericles (2.5.42-48)
Thou hast bewitched my daughter, and thou art
A villain.
Simonides (2.5.49-50)
By the gods, I have not!
Never did thought of mine levy offense;
Nor never did my actions yet commence
A deed might gain her love or your displeasure.
Pericles (2.5.51-54)
Traitor, thou liest!
Simonides (2.5.55)
Traitor?
Pericles (2.5.56)
Ay, traitor.
Simonides (2.5.57)
Even in his throat, unless it be the King
That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
Pericles (2.5.58-59)
Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.
Simonides (2.5.60)
My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
That never relished of a base descent.
I came unto your court for honor’s cause,
And not to be a rebel to her state,
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he’s honor’s enemy.
Pericles (2.5.61-66)
No?
Here comes my daughter. She can witness it.
Simonides (2.5.67-68)
Then as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father if my tongue
Did e’er solicit or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you.
Pericles (2.5.69-72)
Why, sir, say if you had, who takes offense
At that would make me glad?
Thaisa (2.5.73-74)
Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?
(Aside.) I am glad on ’t with all my heart.—
I’ll tame you! I’ll 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 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’ll make you
Man and wife.
Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it too.
And being joined, I’ll thus your hopes destroy.
And for further grief—God give you joy!
What, are you both pleased?
Simonides (2.5.75-90)
Yes, if you love me, sir.
Thaisa (2.5.91)
Even as my life my blood that fosters it.
Pericles (2.5.92)
What, are you both agreed?
Simonides (2.5.93)
Yes, if ’t please your Majesty.
Both (Pericles & Thasia 2.5.94)
It pleaseth me so well that I will see you wed,
And then with what haste you can, get you to bed.
Simonides (2.5.95-96)
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 offense,
Even in the 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 shriveled up
Those 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.
Helicanus (2.4.1-12)
’Twas very strange.
Escanes (2.4.13)
And yet but justice; for though this king were great,
His greatness was no guard to bar heaven’s shaft,
But sin had his reward.
Helicanus (2.4.14-16)
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is molded
Chorus (3.0.9-11)
Antiochus and his daughter dead,
The men of Tyrus on the head
Of Helicanus would set on
The crown of Tyre, but he will none.
Chorus (3.0.25-28)
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 your dead queen.
Lychorida (3.1.15-18)
How? How, Lychorida?
Pericles (3.1.19)
Patience, good sir. Do not assist the storm.
Here’s all that is left living of your queen,
A little daughter. For the sake of it,
Be manly and take comfort.
Lychorida (3.1.20-23)
O you gods!
Why do you make us love your goodly gifts
And snatch them straight away? We here below
Recall not what we give, and therein may
Use honor with you.
Pericles (3.1.24-28)
Patience, good sir,
Even for this charge.
Lychorida (3.1.29-30)
Now mild may be thy life,
For a more blusterous birth had never babe.
Quiet and gentle thy conditions, for
Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world
That ever was prince’s child. Happy what follows!
Thou hast as chiding 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 upon ’t.
Pericles (3.1.31-41)
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.
First Sailor (3.1.51-53)
That’s your superstition.
Pericles (3.1.54)
Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been
still observed, and we are strong in custom.
Therefore briefly yield ’er, for she must overboard
straight.
First Sailor (3.1.55-58)
Making a man a god. ’Tis known I ever
Have studied physic, through which secret art,
By turning o’er authorities, I have,
Together with my practice, made familiar
To me and to my aid the blessed infusions
That dwells in vegetives, in metals, stones;
And 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 honor,
Or tie my pleasure up in silken bags
To please the fool and death.
Cerimon (3.2.35-47)
How close ’tis caulked and bitumed!
Did the sea cast it up?
Cerimon (3.2.66-67)
Shrouded in cloth of state, balmed and entreasured
With full bags of spices. A passport too!
Apollo, perfect me in the characters.
Here I give to understand,
If e’er this coffin drives aland,
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 ever cracks for woe. This chanced tonight.
Cerimon (3.2.76-88)
Most likely, sir.
Second Gentleman (3.2.89)
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.
A servant exits.
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The o’erpressed spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
That had nine hours lain dead,
Who was by good appliance recoverèd.
Cerimon (3.2.90-98)
O dear Diana,
Where am I? Where’s my lord? What world is this?
Thaisa (3.2.120-121)
