Speeches (Lines) for Pericles
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I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul
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See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring,
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That would be son to great Antiochus. |
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Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught
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Like a bold champion, I assume the lists,
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Great king,
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How courtesy would seem to cover sin,
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[To Lords without] Let none disturb us.—Why should
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All leave us else; but let your cares o'erlook
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If there be such a dart in princes' frowns,
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Thou know'st I have power
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Rise, prithee, rise.
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Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus,
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Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks,
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I do not doubt thy faith;
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Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus
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Lord governor, for so we hear you are,
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Arise, I pray you, rise:
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Which welcome we'll accept; feast here awhile,
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Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
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[Aside] A pretty moral. |
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[Aside] Simonides! |
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[Aside] How from the finny subject of the sea
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May see the sea hath cast upon your coast. |
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A man whom both the waters and the wind,
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I never practised it. |
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What I have been I have forgot to know;
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I thank you, sir. |
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I did but crave. |
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Why, are all your beggars whipped, then? |
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[Aside] How well this honest mirth becomes their labour! |
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Not well. |
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The good King Simonides, do you call him. |
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He is a happy king, since he gains from his subjects
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Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I could wish
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An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it.
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To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
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I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms. |
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Believe 't, I will.
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Then honour be but a goal to my will,
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'Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit. |
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Some other is more fit. |
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You are right courteous knights. |
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By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
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Yon king's to me like to my father's picture,
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I thank him. |
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I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely. |
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A gentleman of Tyre; my name, Pericles;
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In those that practise them they are, my lord. |
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I am at your grace's pleasure. |
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All fortune to the good Simonides! |
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It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
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The worst of all her scholars, my good lord. |
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A most virtuous princess. |
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As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair. |
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I am unworthy for her schoolmaster. |
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[Aside] What's here?
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By the gods, I have not:
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Traitor! |
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Even in his throat—unless it be the king—
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My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
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Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
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Even as my life, or blood that fosters it. |
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Thou god of this great vast, rebuke these surges,
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How, how, Lychorida! |
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O you gods!
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Now, mild may be thy life!
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Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw;
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That's your superstition. |
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As you think meet. Most wretched queen! |
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A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear;
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I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this? |
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Thither, gentle mariner.
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O, make for Tarsus!
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Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;
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We cannot but obey
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I believe you;
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Madam, my thanks and prayers. |
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I will embrace
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Hum, ha! |
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My fortunes—parentage—good parentage—
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I do think so. Pray you, turn your eyes upon me.
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I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.
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Where were you bred?
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Prithee, speak:
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Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st
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Tell thy story;
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O, I am mock'd,
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Nay, I'll be patient.
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How! a king's daughter?
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But are you flesh and blood?
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At sea! what mother? |
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O, stop there a little!
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I will believe you by the syllable
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Ho, Helicanus! |
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Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
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O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir;
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I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
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Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child.
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I embrace you.
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None!
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Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear? |
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Most heavenly music!
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Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
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My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike
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You shall prevail,
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Come, my Marina. |
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Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
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What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen! |
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Reverend appearer, no;
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'Tis most certain. |
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May we see them? |
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The voice of dead Thaisa! |
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Immortal Dian! |
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This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness
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Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa;
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You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre,
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Still confirmation:
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Reverend sir,
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Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I
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Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen,
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