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Pericles
[I, 2] |
Helicanus |
274 |
Peace, peace, and give experience tongue.
They do abuse the king that flatter him:
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
The thing which is flatter'd, but a spark,
To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing;
Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err.
When Signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace,
He flatters you, makes war upon your life.
Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please;
I cannot be much lower than my knees.
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2 |
Pericles
[II, 1] |
First Fisherman |
644 |
No, friend, cannot you beg? Here's them in our
country Greece gets more with begging than we can do
with working.
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3 |
Pericles
[II, 1] |
First Fisherman |
692 |
O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man
cannot get, he may lawfully deal for—his wife's soul.
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4 |
Pericles
[II, 4] |
Helicanus |
993 |
For honour's cause, forbear your suffrages:
If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear.
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease.
A twelvemonth longer, let me entreat you to
Forbear the absence of your king:
If in which time expired, he not return,
I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
But if I cannot win you to this love,
Go search like nobles, like noble subjects,
And in your search spend your adventurous worth;
Whom if you find, and win unto return,
You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.
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Pericles
[III, 1] |
Pericles |
1275 |
O, make for Tarsus!
There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it
At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner:
I'll bring the body presently.
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Pericles
[III, 3] |
Pericles |
1433 |
We cannot but obey
The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina, whom,
For she was born at sea, I have named so, here
I charge your charity withal, leaving her
The infant of your care; beseeching you
To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.
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Pericles
[III, 4] |
Thaisa |
1476 |
It is my lord's.
That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even on my eaning time; but whether there
Deliver'd, by the holy gods,
I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy.
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8 |
Pericles
[IV, 2] |
Boult |
1716 |
I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.
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9 |
Pericles
[IV, 6] |
Lysimachus |
2010 |
Why, I cannot name't but I shall offend.
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10 |
Pericles
[IV, 6] |
Marina |
2011 |
I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.
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11 |
Pericles
[IV, 6] |
Marina |
2130 |
Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house.
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12 |
Pericles
[V, 1] |
Pericles |
2317 |
Prithee, speak:
Falseness cannot come from thee; for thou look'st
Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace
For the crown'd Truth to dwell in: I will
believe thee,
And make my senses credit thy relation
To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st
Like one I loved indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back—
Which was when I perceived thee—that thou camest
From good descending?
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13 |
Pericles
[V, 1] |
Pericles |
2372 |
O, stop there a little!
[Aside]
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be:
My daughter's buried. Well: where were you bred?
I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.
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