{"product_id":"pericles-isbn-9780812969436","title":"Pericles","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e“This world to me is but a ceaseless storm\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eWhirring me from my friends.”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e—Pericles\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Eminent Shakespearean scholars Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen provide a fresh new edition of this classic tragicomedy of good and evil in many guises.\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eTHIS VOLUME ALSO INCLUDES MORE THAN A HUNDRED PAGES OF EXCLUSIVE FEATURES:\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e • an original Introduction to \u003ci\u003ePericles\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e • incisive scene-by-scene synopsis and analysis with vital facts about the work\u003cbr\u003e • commentary on past and current productions based on interviews with leading directors, actors, and designers\u003cbr\u003e • photographs of key RSC productions\u003cbr\u003e • an overview of Shakespeare’s theatrical career and chronology of his plays\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e Ideal for students, theater professionals, and general readers, these modern and accessible editions from the Royal Shakespeare Company set a new standard in Shakespearean literature for the twenty-first century.“A remarkable edition, one that makes Shakespeare’s extraordinary accomplishment more vivid than ever.”—James Shapiro, professor, Columbia University, bestselling author of \u003ci\u003eA Year in the Life of Shakespeare: 1599\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “A feast of literary and historical information.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare\u003c\/b\u003e (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eJonathan Bate\u003c\/b\u003e is a professor of Shakespeare and Renaissance literature at the University of Warwick. Widely known as a critic, award-winning biographer, and broadcaster, Bate is the author of several books on Shakespeare. He is also the principal editor of the Modern Library’s and Royal Shakespeare Company’s highly acclaimed \u003ci\u003eWilliam Shakespeare: Complete Works.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eEric Rasmussen\u003c\/b\u003e, a professor of English at the University of Nevada, is one of today's leading textual experts on Shakespeare.[Prologue] running scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter Gower\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e GOWER To sing a song that old was sung\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From ashes ancient Gower is come,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Assuming man's infirmities\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To glad your ear and please your eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It hath been sung at festivals,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On ember eves and holidays,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And lords and ladies in their lives\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Have read it for restoratives.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The purchase is to make men glorious,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Et bonum quo antiquius eo melius.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If you - born in these latter times,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When wit's more ripe - accept my rhymes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And that to hear an old man sing\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e May to your wishes pleasure bring,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I life would wish, and that I might\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Waste it for you like taper light.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This Antioch, then: Antiochus the great\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Built up this city for his chiefest seat -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The fairest in all Syria.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I tell you what mine authors say:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This king unto him took a peer,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who died and left a female heir,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So buxom, blithe and full of face\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As heaven had lent her all his grace,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With whom the father liking took\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And her to incest did provoke:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bad child, worse father, to entice his own\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To evil should be done by none.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But custom what they did begin\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Was with long use account' no sin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The beauty of this sinful dame\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Made many princes thither frame\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To seek her as a bedfellow,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In marriage pleasures, playfellow,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Which to prevent he made a law\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To keep her still, and men in awe:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That whoso asked her for his wife,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His riddle told not, lost his life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So for her many a wight did die, Points to the heads on display\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As yon grim looks do testify. above, or reveals them\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I give my cause, who best can justify. Exit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e [Act 1 Scene 1] running scene 1 continues\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter Antiochus, Prince Pericles and Followers\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ANTIOCHUS Young Prince of Tyre, you have at large received\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The danger of the task you undertake?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e PERICLES I have, Antiochus, and with a soul\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Emboldened with the glory of her praise\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Think death no hazard in this enterprise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ANTIOCHUS Music! Music plays\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bring in our daughter, clothèd like a bride\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For embracements even of Jove himself,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At whose conception, till Lucina reigned,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nature this dowry gave: to glad her presence\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The senate house of planets all did sit,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To knit in her their best perfections.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter Antiochus' Daughter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e PERICLES See where she comes, apparelled like the spring,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of every virtue gives renown to men:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her face the book of praises, where is read\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sorrow were ever razed, and testy wrath\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Could never be her mild companion.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You gods that made me man and sway in love,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That have inflamed desire in my breast\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or die in the adventure, be my helps,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As I am son and servant to your will,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To compass such a boundless happiness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ANTIOCHUS Prince Pericles-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e PERICLES That would be son to great Antiochus.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ANTIOCHUS Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touched,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For deathlike dragons here affright thee hard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her countless glory, which desert must gain,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And which without desert, because thine eye\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Presumes to reach, all the whole heap must die.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yon sometimes famous princes, like thyself Points to the heads\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Drawn by report, adventurous by desire,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tell thee with speechless tongues and semblance pale\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That without covering save yon field of stars\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Here they stand, martyrs slain in Cupid's wars,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e From going on death's net, whom none resist.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e PERICLES Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My frail mortality to know itself,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And by those fearful objects to prepare\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This body, like to them, to what I must:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For death remembered should be like a mirror\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I'll make my will, then, and as sick men do\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling woe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Grip not at earthly joys as erst they did.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So I bequeath a happy peace to you\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And all good men, as every prince should do,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My riches to the earth from whence they came,-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But my unspotted fire of love to you.- To Daughter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thus ready for the way of life or death, To Antiochus\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I wait the sharpest blow.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ANTIOCHUS Scorning advice, read the conclusion Gives Pericles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e then, the riddle\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As these before thee, thou thyself shalt bleed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e DAUGHTER Of all 'ssayed yet, mayst thou prove To Pericles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e prosperous,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of all 'ssayed yet, I wish thee happiness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e PERICLES Like a bold champion I assume the lists,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nor ask advice of any other thought\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But faithfulness and courage.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The riddle Reads\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 'I am no viper, yet I feed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On mother's flesh which did me breed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I sought a husband, in which labour\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I found that kindness in a father.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He's father, son and husband mild,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I mother, wife and yet his child:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e How they may be, and yet in two,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As you will live resolve it you.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sharp physic is the last!- But O, you powers Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That gives heaven countless eyes to view men's acts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Why cloud they not their sights perpetually\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still To Daughter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Were not this glorious casket stored with ill.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But I must tell you, now my thoughts revolt,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For he's no man on whom perfections wait,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That knowing sin within will touch the gate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You are a fair viol, and your sense the strings,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who, fingered to make man his lawful music,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Would draw heaven down, and all the gods to hearken.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But being played upon before your time,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Good sooth, I care not for you. Pericles gestures towards\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ANTIOCHUS Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life, the Daughter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For that's an article within our law\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expired:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Either expound now or receive your sentence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e PERICLES Great king,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Few love to hear the sins they love to act,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 'Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who has a book of all that monarchs do,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He's more secure to keep it shut than shown.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For vice repeated is like the wandering wind\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The breath is gone and the sore eyes see clear\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casts\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Copped hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is thronged\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By man's oppression, and the poor worm doth die for't.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Kings are earth's gods: in vice, their law's their will,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It is enough you know, and it is fit,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What being more known grows worse, to smother it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e All love the womb that their first being bred,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then give my tongue like leave to love my head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ANTIOCHUS Heaven, that I had thy head! He has found Aside\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e the meaning,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But I will gloze with him.- Young prince of Tyre, To Pericles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Though by the tenor of your strict edict,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Your exposition misinterpreting,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We might proceed to cancel of your days,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Forty days longer we do respite you,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If by which time our secret be undone,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This mercy shows we'll joy in such a son.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And until then your entertain shall be\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As doth befit our honour and your worth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e [Exeunt.] Pericles remains alone\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e PERICLES How courtesy would seem to cover sin,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When what is done is like an hypocrite,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The which is good in nothing but in sight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If it be true that I interpret false,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then were it certain you were not so bad\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As with foul incest to abuse your soul:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Where now you're both a father and a son\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By your untimely claspings with your child -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Which pleasures fits a husband, not a father -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And she an eater of her mother's flesh\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By the defiling of her parents' bed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And both like serpents are, who though they feed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Antioch farewell, for wisdom sees those men\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Blush not in actions blacker than the night\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Will 'schew no course to keep them from the light.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e One sin, I know, another doth provoke:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Poison and treason are the hands of sin -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ay, and the targets to put off the shame.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then lest my life be cropped, to keep you clear,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By flight, I'll shun the danger which I fear. 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