Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 474 words
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That she is dead, Nurses are not the fates to foster it, not ever to preserve, she died at night, I'll say so, who can cross it unless you play the impious Innocent, and for an honest attribute, cry out she dyde by foul play. O go too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the heavens, the Gods do like this worst. Be one of those that thinks the petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, and open this to Pericles. I do shame to think of what a noble strain you are, and of how coward a spirit. To such proceeding who ever but his approbation added, though not his prince consent, he did not flow from honourable courses. Be it so then, yet none does know but you how she came dead, nor none can know Leonine being gone. She did disdain my child, and stood between her and her fortunes: none would look on her, but cast their gazes on Mariana's face, whilst ours was blurted at, and held a Malkin not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough, and though you call my course unnatural, you not your child well loving, yet I find it greets me as an enterprise of kindness performed to your sole daughter. heavens forgive it. And as for P●r●leses, what should he say, we wept after her hearse, & yet we mourn, her monument is almost finished, & her epitaphs in glittering golden characters express a generrall praise to her, and care in us at whose expense 'tis done. Thou art like the Harpy, Which to betray, dost with thine angels face cease with thine eagle's talents. Year like one that superstitiously, Do swear too'th' Gods, that Winter kills The Flies, but yet I know, you'll do as I advise. Thus time we waste, & long leagues make short, Sail seas in Cockles, have and wish but fort, Making to take our imagination, From bourn to bourn, region to region, By you being pardoned we commit no crime, To use one language, in each several clime, Where our scenes seems to live, I do beseech you To learn of me who stand with gaps To teach you. The stages of our story Pericles Is now again thwarting thy wayward seas, Attended on by many a Lord and Knight, To see his daughter all his lives delight. Old Helicanus goes along behind, Is left to govern it, you bear in mind. Old Escenes, whom Hellicanus late Advanced in time to great and high estate. Well sailing ships, and bounteous winds Have brought This king to Tharsus, think this Pilate thought So with his steerage, shall your thoughts groan To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone Like moats and shadows, see them Move a while, Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
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That shee is dead, Nurses are not the fates to foster it, not euer to preserue, she dide at night, Ile say so, who can crosse it vnlesse you play the impious Innocent, and for an honest attribute, crie out shee dyde by foule play. O goe too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the heauens, the Gods doe like this worst. Be one of those that thinkes the pettie wrens of Tharsus will flie hence, and open this to Pericles. I do shame to thinke of what a noble straine you ar, and of how coward a spirit. To such proceeding who euer but his approbation added, though not his pnce consent, he did not flow from honourable courses. Be it so then, yet none does knowe but you how shee came dead, nor none can knowe Leoine being gone. Shee did disdaine my childe, and stoode betweene her and her fortunes: none woulde looke on her, but cast their gazes on Marianas face, whilest urs was blurted at, and helde a Mawkin not worth the time of day. It pierst me thorow, and though you call my course vnnaturall, you not your childe well louing, et I finde it greetmee as an enterprize of kindnesse performed to your sole daughter. Heauens forgiue it. And as for Prles, what should hee say, we wept after her hearse, & yet we mourne, her monument is almost finished, & her epitaphs in glittring golde characters expres a generrall prayse to her, and are in vs at whose expence tis done. Thou art like the Harpie, Which to betray, doest with thine Angells face cea with thine Eagles talents. Yere like one that supersticiously, Doe sweare too'th Gods, that Winter kills The Fliis, but yet I know, youle doe as I aduise. Thus time we waste, & long league▪ make short, Saile seas in Cockles, haue and wish but fort, Making to take our imagination, From bourne to bourne, region to region, By you being pardoned we commit no crime, To vse one language, in each seuerall clime, Where our sceanes seemes to liue, I doe beseech you To learne of me who stand with gappes To teach you. The stages of our storie Pericles Is now againe thwarting thy wayward sea, Attended on by many a Lord and Knight, To see his daughter all his liues delight. Old Helicanus goes along behind, Is left to gouerne it, you beare in mind. Old Escenes, whom Hellicanus late Aduancde in time to great and hie estate. Well sayling ships, and bounceous winds Haue brought This king to Tharsus, thinke this Pilat thougt So with his sterage, shall your thoughts grone To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone Like moats and shadowes, see them Moue a while, Your eares vnto your eyes Ile reconcile.