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    Pericles: “Few love to hear the sins they love to act.”
    Pericles: “Few love to hear the sins they love to act.”
    Pericles: “Few love to hear the sins they love to act.”
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    Pericles: “Few love to hear the sins they love to act.”

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    The life of William Shakespeare, arguably the most significant figure in the Western literary canon, is relatively unknown. Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in 1565, possibly on the 23rd April, St. George’s Day, and baptised there on 26th April. Little is known of his education and the first firm facts to his life relate to his marriage, aged 18, to Anne Hathaway, who was 26 and from the nearby village of Shottery. Anne gave birth to their first son six months later. Shakespeare’s first play, The Comedy of Errors began a procession of real heavyweights that were to emanate from his pen in a career of just over twenty years in which 37 plays were written and his reputation forever established. This early skill was recognised by many and by 1594 the Lord Chamberlain’s Men were performing his works. With the advantage of Shakespeare’s progressive writing they rapidly became London’s leading company of players, affording him more exposure and, following the death of Queen Elizabeth in 1603, a royal patent by the new king, James I, at which point they changed their name to the King’s Men. By 1598, and despite efforts to pirate his work, Shakespeare’s name was well known and had become a selling point in its own right on title pages. No plays are attributed to Shakespeare after 1613, and the last few plays he wrote before this time were in collaboration with other writers, one of whom is likely to be John Fletcher who succeeded him as the house playwright for the King’s Men. William Shakespeare died two months later on April 23rd, 1616, survived by his wife, two daughters and a legacy of writing that none have since yet eclipsed.

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    Release dateJan 14, 2016
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      Pericles - Willam Shakespeare

      Pericles by William Shakespeare

      The life of William Shakespeare, arguably the most significant figure in the Western literary canon, is relatively unknown.   

      Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in 1565, possibly on the 23rd April, St. George’s Day, and baptised there on 26th April.

      Little is known of his education and the first firm facts to his life relate to his marriage, aged 18, to Anne Hathaway, who was 26 and from the nearby village of Shottery.  Anne gave birth to their first son six months later.

      Shakespeare’s first play, The Comedy of Errors began a procession of real heavyweights that were to emanate from his pen in a career of just over twenty years in which 37 plays were written and his reputation forever established.

      This early skill was recognised by many and by 1594 the Lord Chamberlain’s Men were performing his works.  With the advantage of Shakespeare’s progressive writing they rapidly became London’s leading company of players, affording him more exposure and, following the death of Queen Elizabeth in 1603, a royal patent by the new king, James I, at which point they changed their name to the King’s Men. 

      By 1598, and despite efforts to pirate his work, Shakespeare’s name was well known and had become a selling point in its own right on title pages.

      No plays are attributed to Shakespeare after 1613, and the last few plays he wrote before this time were in collaboration with other writers, one of whom is likely to be John Fletcher who succeeded him as the house playwright for the King’s Men.

      William Shakespeare died two months later on April 23rd, 1616, survived by his wife, two daughters and a legacy of writing that none have since yet eclipsed.

      Index of Contents

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      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

      Scene I - Pentapolis. An Open Place by the Sea-Side

      Scene II - The Same

      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

      Scene I

      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

      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 IV

      Scene V - Mytilene. A Street Before the Brothel.

      Scene VI - The Same. A Room in the Brothel.

      ACT V

      Scene I - On Board Pericles' Ship, Off Mytilene

      Scene II

      Scene III - The Temple of Diana at Ephesus

      William Shakespeare – A Short Biography

      William Shakespeare – A Concise Bibliography

      Shakespeare; or, the Poet by Ralph Waldo Emerson

      William Shakespeare – A Tribute in Verse

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      ANTIOCHUS, King of Antioch

      PERICLES, Prince of Tyre

      SIMONIDES, King of Pentapolis

      THAISA, Daughter to Simonides

      MARINA, Daughter to Pericles and Thaisa

      LYCHORIDA, Nurse to Marina

      HELICANUS & ESCANES, two Lords of Tyre

      CLEON, Governor of Tarsus

      LYSIMACHUS, Governor of Mitylene

      CERIMON, a Lord of Ephesus

      THALIARD, a Lord of Antioch

      PHILEMON, Servant to Cerimon

      LEONINE, Servant to Dionyza

      Marshal

      A Pandar

      BOULT, 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.

      Lords, Ladies, Knights, Gentlemen, Sailors, Pirates, Fishermen, and Messengers.

      DIANA.

      GOWER, as Chorus.

      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.

      What now ensues, to the judgment of your eye

      I give, my cause who best can justify.

      [Exit

      SCENE I.  Antioch. A Roon 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

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