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Summary
After Prince Pericles puzzles out a terrible secret about the king of Antioch, he flees the city and sets sail on his ship. His adventures bring him love and marriage, but his greatest tragedies and triumps lay ahead as he voyages home.
Author Notes
William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616 Although there are many myths and mysteries surrounding William Shakespeare, a great deal is actually known about his life. He was born in Stratford-Upon-Avon, son of John Shakespeare, a prosperous merchant and local politician and Mary Arden, who had the wealth to send their oldest son to Stratford Grammar School.
At 18, Shakespeare married Anne Hathaway, the 27-year-old daughter of a local farmer, and they had their first daughter six months later. He probably developed an interest in theatre by watching plays performed by traveling players in Stratford while still in his youth. Some time before 1592, he left his family to take up residence in London, where he began acting and writing plays and poetry.
By 1594 Shakespeare had become a member and part owner of an acting company called The Lord Chamberlain's Men, where he soon became the company's principal playwright. His plays enjoyed great popularity and high critical acclaim in the newly built Globe Theatre. It was through his popularity that the troupe gained the attention of the new king, James I, who appointed them the King's Players in 1603. Before retiring to Stratford in 1613, after the Globe burned down, he wrote more than three dozen plays (that we are sure of) and more than 150 sonnets. He was celebrated by Ben Jonson, one of the leading playwrights of the day, as a writer who would be "not for an age, but for all time," a prediction that has proved to be true.
Today, Shakespeare towers over all other English writers and has few rivals in any language. His genius and creativity continue to astound scholars, and his plays continue to delight audiences. Many have served as the basis for operas, ballets, musical compositions, and films. While Jonson and other writers labored over their plays, Shakespeare seems to have had the ability to turn out work of exceptionally high caliber at an amazing speed. At the height of his career, he wrote an average of two plays a year as well as dozens of poems, songs, and possibly even verses for tombstones and heraldic shields, all while he continued to act in the plays performed by the Lord Chamberlain's Men. This staggering output is even more impressive when one considers its variety. Except for the English history plays, he never wrote the same kind of play twice. He seems to have had a good deal of fun in trying his hand at every kind of play.
Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets, all published on 1609, most of which were dedicated to his patron Henry Wriothsley, The Earl of Southhampton. He also wrote 13 comedies, 13 histories, 6 tragedies, and 4 tragecomedies. He died at Stratford-upon-Avon April 23, 1616, and was buried two days later on the grounds of Holy Trinity Church in Stratford. His cause of death was unknown, but it is surmised that he knew he was dying.
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Excerpts
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[Prologue] running scene 1 Enter Gower GOWER 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 festivals, On ember eves and holidays, And lords and ladies in their lives Have read it for restoratives. The purchase is to make men glorious, Et bonum quo antiquius eo melius. If you - born in these latter times, When wit's 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, then: 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 account' 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 whoso asked her for his wife, His riddle told not, lost his life. So for her many a wight did die, Points to the heads on display As yon grim looks do testify. above, or reveals them What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye I give my cause, who best can justify. Exit [Act 1 Scene 1] running scene 1 continues Enter Antiochus, Prince Pericles and Followers ANTIOCHUS Young Prince of Tyre, you have at large received The danger of the task you undertake? PERICLES I have, Antiochus, and with a soul Emboldened with the glory of her praise Think death no hazard in this enterprise. ANTIOCHUS Music! Music plays Bring in our daughter, clothèd like a bride For embracements even of Jove himself, At whose conception, till Lucina reigned, Nature this dowry gave: to glad her presence The senate house of planets all did sit, To knit in her their best perfections. Enter Antiochus' Daughter PERICLES 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 razed, and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion. You gods that made me man and sway in love, That have inflamed desire in my breast To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree Or die in the adventure, be my helps, As I am son and servant to your will, To compass such a boundless happiness. ANTIOCHUS Prince Pericles- PERICLES That would be son to great Antiochus. ANTIOCHUS Before thee stands this fair Hesperides, With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched, For deathlike dragons here affright thee hard. Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view Her countless glory, which desert must gain, And which without desert, because thine eye Presumes to reach, all the whole heap must die. Yon sometimes famous princes, like thyself Points to the heads Drawn by report, adventurous by desire, Tell thee with speechless tongues and semblance pale That without covering save yon field of stars Here they stand, martyrs slain in Cupid's wars, And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist From going on death's net, whom none resist. 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 remembered 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 feeling woe Grip 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,- But my unspotted fire of love to you.- To Daughter Thus ready for the way of life or death, To Antiochus I wait the sharpest blow. ANTIOCHUS Scorning advice, read the conclusion Gives Pericles then, the riddle Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed. DAUGHTER Of all 'ssayed yet, mayst thou prove To Pericles prosperous, Of all 'ssayed yet, I wish thee happiness. PERICLES Like a bold champion I assume the lists, Nor ask advice of any other thought But faithfulness and courage. The riddle Reads 'I am no viper, yet I feed On mother's flesh which did me breed. I sought a husband, in which labour I found that kindness in a father. He's father, son and husband mild, I mother, wife and yet his child: How they may be, and yet in two, As you will live resolve it you.' Sharp physic is the last!- But O, you powers Aside That gives heaven countless eyes to view 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 loved you, and could still To Daughter Were not this glorious casket stored 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 are a fair viol, and your sense the strings, Who, fingered to make man his lawful music, Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to hearken. But being played upon before your time, Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime. Good sooth, I care not for you. Pericles gestures towards ANTIOCHUS Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life, the Daughter For that's an article within our law As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expired: Either expound now or receive your sentence. 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 Blows 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 Copped hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is thronged 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? It is enough you know, and it is fit, What being more known grows worse, to smother it. All love the womb that their first being bred, Then give my tongue like leave to love my head. ANTIOCHUS Heaven, that I had thy head! He has found Aside the meaning, But I will gloze with him.- Young prince of Tyre, To Pericles Though by the tenor of your strict edict, Your exposition misinterpreting, We might proceed to cancel of your days, Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise. Forty days longer we do respite you, If by which time our secret be undone, This mercy shows we'll joy in such a son. And until then your entertain shall be As doth befit our honour and your worth. [Exeunt.] Pericles remains alone PERICLES How courtesy would seem to cover sin, When what is done is like an hypocrite, The which is good in nothing but in sight. If it be true that I interpret false, Then were it certain you were not so bad As with foul incest to abuse your soul: Where now you're both a father and a son By your untimely claspings with your child - Which pleasures fits a husband, not a father - And she an eater of her mother's flesh By the defiling of her parents' bed. And both like serpents are, who though they feed On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed. Antioch farewell, for wisdom sees those men Blush not in actions blacker than the night Will 'schew no course to keep them from the light. One sin, I know, another doth provoke: Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke. Poison and treason are the hands of sin - Ay, and the targets to put off the shame. Then lest my life be cropped, to keep you clear, By flight, I'll shun the danger which I fear. Exit Excerpted from Pericles by William Shakespeare All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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Pericles, Prince of Tyre |
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