{"id":"01KG6S6VNYKHRKT2R9TFHNSAVJ","cid":"bafkreicqcx7pde763hkokckfzxlsdkigyhrmkjkzkepmdtlf26ruc56u7q","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":15115,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.293Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":14992,"text":"# The Play of Pericles\n\nPrince of Tyre.&amp;c.\n\n*Enter Gower.*\n\n![img-1.jpeg](arke:01KG6S0KZGVB86WV1NNY40HG32)\n\nO sing a Song that old war sung,\nFrom ashes, auntient Gower is come,\nAssuming mans infirmities,\nTo glad your eare, and please your eyes:\nIthash been sung at Feasthuals,\nOn Ember eues, and Holydayes:\n\nAnd Lords and Ladyes in their hues,\nHaue red it for refloratiues:\nThe purchase is to make men glorious,\nEt bonum quo Antiquem to mehne:\nIf you borne in those latter times,\nWhen Witts more ripe, accept my rimes;\nAnd that to heare an old man sing,\nMay to your Wishes pleasure bring:\nI life would wish, and that I might\nWaste it for you, like Taper light.\nThis Antich, then Antiochus the great,\nBuylt up this Citie, for his chiefest Seat,\nThe fayreft in all Syria.\nI tell you what mine Authors saye:\nThis King unto him tooke a Peere,\nWho dyed, and left a female heyre,\nSo bucksome, blith, and full of face,\nAs heaven had lent her all his grace:\nWith whom the Father liking tooke,\nAnd her to Inceft did prouoke:\nBad child, worse father, to intice his owne\n\nA 2.\n\nTo\n\nI. 1-27\n\n<!-- [Page 623](arke:01KG6QMY0MTY8PJW74W2RSJ7A6) -->\nI. 28-42—I. i. 18\n\n# The Play of\n\nTo eul, should be done by none.\nBut custome what they did begin,\nWas with long vfe, account'd no finne,\nThe beautie of this finfull Dame,\nMade many Princes thither frame.\nTo seekeher as a bedfellow,\nIn maryage pleasures, playfellow:\nWhich to preuent, he made a Law,\nTo keepe her still, and men in awe:\nThat who fo askt her for his wife,\nHis Riddle tould not, loft his life:\nSo for her many of wight did die,\nAs yon grimmie lookes do teftifie.\nWhat now ensues, to the judgement of your eye,\nI giue my caufe, who beft can iulftifie.\n\nExie.\n\n# Enter 0 Antiochus, Prince Terulus, and 0 Bowers.\n\nAnti. Young Prince of Tyre you haue at large received\nThe danger of the taske you vndertake.\n\nPers. I haue (0 Antiochus) and with a foule emboldned\nWith the glory of her prayfe, thinke death no hazard,\nIn this enterprise.\n\nAnt. Musicke bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,\nFor embracements euen of ioue himfelfe;\nAt whofe conception, till Lucina rained,\nNature this dowry gaue; to glad her preference,\nThe Seanate houfe of Planets all did fit,\nTo kuit in her, their beft perfections.\n\n# Enter 0 Antiochus daughter.\n\nPer. See where she comes, appareled like the Spring,\nGraces her fubiefts, and her thoughts the King,\nOf euery Vertue giues renowne to men:\nHer face the booke of prayes, where is read,\nNothing but curious pleasures, as from thence,\nSorrow were euer rafte, and teaflie wrath\nCould neuer be her milde companion.\n\nYOU\n\n<!-- [Page 624](arke:01KG6QMY134XDS1RVH4A7D3AT5) -->\n# Pericles Prince of Tyre.\n\nYou Gods that made me man, and sway in love;\nThat haue enflamde defire in my breast,\nTo talle the fruite of yon celelthall tree,\n(Or die in th’adventure) be my helpes,\nAs I am fonne and feruant to your will,\nTo compaffe such a bondlesse happinesse.\n\n**Ant. Prince Persius.**\n\n**Tert.** That would be fonne to great **Antiochus.**\n\n**Ant.** Before thee flandes this faire **Hesperides,**\n\nWith golden fruite, but dangerous to be toucht:\nFor Death like Dragons heere affright thee hard:\nHer face like Heaven, inticeth thee to view\nHer countlesse glory; which desert must gaine:\nAnd which without desert, because thine eye\nPrefumes to reach, all the whole heape must die:\nYon sometimes famous Princes, like thy felse,\nDrawne by report, adventrous by defire,\nTell thee with speachlesse tongues, and semblance pale,\nThat without covering, faue yon field of Starres,\nHeere they stand Martyrs flaine in **Cupids** Warres;\nAnd with dead cheekes, aduise thee to defist,\nFor going on deaths not, whom none resist.\n","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4D9MNARN9HC6SH0WEJZ3","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6VP1WWZ1FJ05VP9ECC6A","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:51.902Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:25:01.046Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}