Post 10.26.2017.4

Pericles: Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.

Act I, Sc ii, (79)

Post 10.26.2017.3

Helicanus: They do abuse the king that flatter him;
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark,
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;

Act I, Sc ii, (37 - 40)

Post 10.26.2017.2

Pericles: 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.

Act I, Sc ii (11 - 15)

Post 10.26.2017.1

Pericles: Why should this change of thoughts,
The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy,
Be my so us'd 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?

Act I, Sc ii, (2 - 6)

Post 10.22.2017.2

Pericles: 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.

Act I, Scene i, (134 - 136)

Post 10.22.2017.1

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,
Blow's dust in others' 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?

Act I, Sc. i, (91 - 104)

Post 10.21.2017.3

Pericles: ... O you powers!
That give heaven countless eyes to know 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 lov'd you, and could still,
Were not this glorious casket stor'd 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're 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.

Act I, Sc i. (72 - 86)

Post 10.21.2017.2

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 felling 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,...

Act I, Sc. i (41 - 52)

Post 10.21.2017.1

Gower: 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.

Act I, Prologue (31-42)