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1

Pericles
[I, 1]

Pericles

108

Like a bold champion, I assume the lists,
Nor ask advice of any other thought
But faithfulness and courage.
[He reads the riddle]
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
That give 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,
[Takes hold of the hand of the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS]
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, finger'd to make man his lawful music,
Would draw heaven down, and all the gods, to hearken:
But being play'd upon before your time,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.
Good sooth, I care not for you.

2

Pericles
[I, 1]

Antiochus

207

Thaliard,
You are of our chamber, and our mind partakes
Her private actions to your secrecy;
And for your faithfulness we will advance you.
Thaliard, behold, here's poison, and here's gold;
We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him:
It fits thee not to ask the reason why,
Because we bid it. Say, is it done?

3

Pericles
[I, 3]

Helicanus

388

If further yet you will be satisfied,
Why, as it were unlicensed of your loves,
He would depart, I'll give some light unto you.
Being at Antioch—

4

Pericles
[II, 1]

First Fisherman

608

Why, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the
little ones: I can compare our rich misers to
nothing so fitly as to a whale; a' plays and
tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at
last devours them all at a mouthful: such whales
have I heard on o' the land, who never leave gaping
till they've swallowed the whole parish, church,
steeple, bells, and all.

5

Pericles
[II, 1]

Second Fisherman

619

Why, man?

6

Pericles
[II, 1]

Pericles

669

Why, are all your beggars whipped, then?

7

Pericles
[II, 1]

First Fisherman

678

Why, I'll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and
our king the good Simonides.

8

Pericles
[II, 1]

First Fisherman

724

Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?

9

Pericles
[II, 1]

First Fisherman

726

Why, do 'e take it, and the gods give thee good on't!

10

Pericles
[II, 5]

Thaisa

1090

Why, sir, say if you had,
Who takes offence at that would make me glad?

11

Pericles
[III, 1]

Pericles

1216

O you gods!
Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,
And snatch them straight away? We here below
Recall not what we give, and therein may
Use honour with you.

12

Pericles
[III, 2]

Cerimon

1300

Gentlemen,
Why do you stir so early?

13

Pericles
[IV, 1]

Dionyza

1569

How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed
With this unprofitable woe!
Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come,
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

14

Pericles
[IV, 1]

Marina

1626

Why will you kill me?

15

Pericles
[IV, 1]

Marina

1628

Why would she have me kill'd?
Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
I never did her hurt in all my life:
I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
To any living creature: believe me, la,
I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
I trod upon a worm against my will,
But I wept for it. How have I offended,
Wherein my death might yield her any profit,
Or my life imply her any danger?

16

Pericles
[IV, 2]

Bawd

1693

Why to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get
when we are old?

17

Pericles
[IV, 2]

Bawd

1734

Why lament you, pretty one?

18

Pericles
[IV, 3]

Dionyza

1815

Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone?

19

Pericles
[IV, 6]

Lysimachus

2010

Why, I cannot name't but I shall offend.

20

Pericles
[IV, 6]

Lysimachus

2017

Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to be a
creature of sale.