{"id":"01KG6S6VNYR0K444R3QJFFKGPK","cid":"bafkreiegsagzibvpeapvfxkazv3parlrfigimlr22bwtxi3difac2t5r7y","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":15477,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:48.293Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 1","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":15367,"text":"## Enter all the Lords to Pericles.\n\n1. Lord. Joy and all comfort in your sacred brett.\n2. Lord. And keepe your mind till you returne to vs peacefull and comfortable.\n\n**Hels.** Peace, peace, and glue experience tongue,\nThey doe abuse the King that flatter him,\nFor flatterie is the bellowes blowes vp sinne,\nThe thing the which is flattered, but a sparke,\nTo which that sparke giues heate, and stronger\nGlowing, whereas reproofe obedient and in order,\nFits kings as they are men, for they may erre,\nWhen figuier sooth here does proclaime peace,\nHe flatters you, makes warre vpon your life.\nPrince paadon me, or strike me if you please,\nI cannot be much lower then my knees.\n\n**Per.** All leave vs else: but let your cares ore-looke,\nWhat shipping, and what ladings in our hauen,\nAnd then returne to vs, Hellicans thou hast,\nMooude vs, what scest thou in our lookes?\n\n**Hels.** An angrie brow, dread Lord.\n\n**Per.** If there be such a dart in Princes frowns,\nHow durst thy tongue moue anger to our face?\n\n**Hels.** How dares the plants looke vp to heaven,\n\nFrom\n\nI. ii. 22—55\n\n\n# Pericles Prince of Tyre.\n\nFrom whence they have their nourishment?\n\n**Per.** Thou knowest I have power to take thy life from\n**Hel.** I have ground the Axe my selfe,\n(they)\n\nDoe but you strike the blowe.\n\n**Per.** Rife, prethee rife, sit downe, thou art no flatterer,\nI thank thee fort, and he auë forbid\nThat kings should let their cares heare their faults hid.\nFit Counsellor, and seruant for a Prince,\nWho by thy wifdome makes a Prince thy seruant,\nWhat wouldst thou haue me doe?\n\n**Hel.** To beare with patience such griefes as you your\nselfe doe lay vpon your selfe.\n\n**Per.** Thou speakst like a Physition Hellicanus,\nThat ministers a potion vnto me:\nThat thou wouldst tremble to receive thy selfe,\nAttend me then, I went to Antioch,\nWhereas thou knowst against the face of death,\nI sought the purchase of a glorious beautic,\nFrom whence an issue I might propogate,\nAre armes to Princes, and being ioies to subiects,\nHer face was to mine eye beyond all wonder,\nThe rest harke in thine care, as blacke as incest,\nWhich by my knowledge found, the sinful father\nSeemde not to strike, but smooth, but thou knowst this,\nTis time to seare when tyrants seemes to kisse.\nWhich seare so grew in me I hither fled,\nUnder the couering of a carefull night,\nWho seemd my good protector, and being here,\nBethought what was past, what might succeed,\nI knew him tyrannicus, and tyrants seare\nDecrease not, but grow faster then the yeares,\nAnd should he doo't, as no doubt he doth,\nThat I should open to the listning ayre,\nHow many worthic Princes blouds were shed,\nTo keep his bed of blackneise vnlayde ope,\n\nB 2\nTo\n\nI. ii. 55-89\n\n\n# Partiles Prince of Tyre.\n\nTo lop that doubt, hee'le fill this land with armes,\nAnd make presence of wrong that I haue done him,\nWhien all for mine, if I may call offence,\nMuit feel wars blow, who spares not innocence,\nWhich loue to all of which thy felfe art one,\nWho nog le prou'dit me fort.\n\nHell. Alas sir.\n\nPer. Drew sleep out of mine eies, blood fro my checkes,\nMuffings into my mind, with thouland doubts\nHow I might stop this tempest ere it came,\nAnd finding little comfort to relieve them,\nI thought it princely charity to griue for them.\n\nHell. Well my Lord, since you hauegiuen mee leaue to\nFreely will I speake, Antiochus you feare, (speake,\nAnd iustly too, I thinke you feare the tyrant,\nWho either by publike warre, or priuat treason,\nWill take away your life: therefore my Lord, go trauell for\na while, till that his rage and anger be forgot, or till the Destinies doc cut his threed of life: your rule direct to anie, if to me, day ferues not light more faithfull then He be.\n\nPer. I doe not doubt thy faith.\nBut should he wrong my liberties in my absence?\n","title":"Chunk 1"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S5NY81CJW1BAXMEQ2RVP7","peer_type":"subsection","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S6VNYWJW6W1CVFHSV1XX9","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:51.902Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:25:01.202Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}