Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 470 words
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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 Feastivals, On Ember eves, and Holidays: And Lords and Ladies in their lives, Have red it for restoratives: The purchase is to make men glorious, Et bonum quo Antiquius eo melius: If you, borne in those latter times, When Wits 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, than 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 who so asked her for his wife, His Riddle told, not lost his life: So for her many of wight did die, As yond grim looks do testify. What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye, I give my cause, who best can justify. Young Prince of Tyre, you have at large received The danger of the task you undertake. I have (Antiochus) and with a soul emboldened With the glory of her praise, think death no hazard, In this enterprise. Music bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride, For embracements even of Ioue himself; At whose conception, till Lucina reigned, Nature this dowry gave; to glad her presence, The Seanate house of Planets all did sit, To knit in her, their best perfections. See where she comes, apparelled 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 racte, and tasty wrath Could never be her mild companion. You Gods that made me man, and sway in love; That have inflame desire in my breast, To taste the fruit of yond celestial tree, (Or die in th'adventure) be my helps, As I am son and servant to your will, To compass such a bondlesse happiness. Prince Pericles. That would be son to great Antiochus.
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TO sing a Song that old was sung, From ashes, auntient Gower is come, Assuming mans infirmities, To glad your eare, and please your eyes: It hath been sung at Feastiuals, On Ember eues, and Holydayes: And Lords and Ladyes in their liues, Haue red it for restoratiues: The purchase is to make men glorious, Et bonum quo Antiquius o melius: If you, borne in those latter times, When Witts more ripe, accept my rimes; And that to heare 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, Buylt vp this Citie, for his chiefest Seat; The fayrest in all Syria. I tell you what mine Authors saye: This King vnto him tooke a Peere, Who dyed, and left a female heyre, So bucksome, blith▪ and full of face, As heauen had lent her all his grace: With whom the Father liking tooke, And her to Incest did prouoke: Bad child, worse father, to intice his owne To euill, should be done by none: But custome what they did begi, Was with long vse, account'd no sinne▪ The beautie of this sinfull Dame, Made many Princes thither frame, To seeke her as a bedfellow, In maryage pleasures, playfellow: Which to preuent, he made a Law, To keepe her still, and men in awe: That who so askt her for his wife, His Riddle tould, not lost his life: So for her many of wight did die, As yon grimme lookes do testifie. What now ensues, to the iudgement of your eye, I giue my cause, who best can iutifie. Young Prince of Tyre, you haue at large receiued The danger of the taske you vndertake. I haue (Antiochus) and with a soule emboldned With the glory of her prayse, thinke death no hazard, In this enterprise. Musicke bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride, For embracements euen of oue himselfe; At whose conception, till Lucina rained, Nature this dowry gaue; to glad her presence, The Seanate house of Planets all did sit, To knit in her, their best perfections. See where she comes, appareled like the pring, Graces her subiects▪ and her thoughts the King, Of euery Vertue giues renowne to men: Her face the booke of prases, where is read, Nothing but curious pleasures▪ as from thence, Sorrow were euer racte, and teastie wrath Could neuer be her milde companion. You Gods that made me man, and sway in loue; That haue enflamde desire in my breast, To taste the fruite of yon celestiall tree, (Or die in th'aduenture) be my helpes, As I am sonne and seruant to your will, To compasse such a bondlesse happinesse. Prince Pericles. That would be sonne to great Antiochus.