And all good men, as every prince should do;
My riches to the earth from whence they came;
unspotted fire of love to you.
To the Daughter of ANTIOCHUS
Thus ready for the way of life or death,
I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus.
Scorning advice, read the conclusion then:
Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed,
As these before
thee thou thyself shalt bleed.
Of all say'd yet, mayst thou prove prosperous!
Of all say'd yet, I wish thee happiness!
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
that kindness in a father:
He's father, son, and husband mild;
I mother, wife, and yet his child.
may be, and yet in two,
As you will live, resolve it you.
Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers
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
Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music,
Would draw heaven down, and all the gods, to
But being play'd upon before your time,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.
Good sooth, I
care not for you.
Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life.
For that's an article within our law,
As dangerous as the rest.
Your time's expired:
Either expound now, or receive your sentence.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act;
'Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it.
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 other's eyes, to spread itself;
And yet the end of all is bought thus
The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear:
To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole
Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is throng'd
By man's oppression; and the poor worm
doth die for't.
Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's
And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove
It is enough you know; and it is fit,
What being more known grows worse, to smother it.
the womb that their first being bred,
Then give my tongue like leave to love my head.
[Aside] Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found
But I will gloze with him.Young prince of
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