SCENE IV. Enter GowER, before the Monument of MARINA at Tarsus. short; Sail seas in cockles; have, an wish but for 't; From bourn to bourn, region to region. Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, Old Helicanus goes along behind. Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on) DUMB-SHOW. ΤΟ 20 Enter PERICLES, at one door, with all his Train; CLEON and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON shews PERICLES the tomb; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then exeunt CLEON and DIONYZA. See how belief may suffer by foul show! This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, With sighs shot through and biggest tears o'ershower'd, He swears ACT IV ACT IV Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs; By wicked Dionyza. wit [reads the inscription on MARINA's monument. The fairest, sweet'st, and best lies here, Who wither'd in her spring of year, She was of Tyrus the King's daughter, On whom foul Death hath made this slaughter ; 40 Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the Earth: No visor does become black villainy So well as soft and tender flattery. Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, And bear his courses to be ordered By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play In her unholy service. Patience, then, And think you now are all in Mitylene. 50 [exit. SCENE V. Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel. Enter, from the Brothel, two Gentlemen. FIRST GENT. Did you ever hear the like? SEC. GENT. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone. FIRST GENT. But to have divinity preach'd there! did you ever dream of such a thing? SEC. GENT. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy houses. Shall's go hear the vestals sing? FIRST GENT. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but [exeunt. SCENE VI. The Same. A Room in the Brothel. Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT. PAND. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she BAWD. Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the God ΤΟ BOULT. We should have both Lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter LYSIMACHUS. 20 Lys. How now! How a dozen of virginities? BAWD. We have here one, Sir, if she would-but there never came her like in Mitylene. Lys. If she 'ld do the deed of darkness, thou would'st say. 30 BAWD. For flesh and blood, Sir, white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but ACT IV ACT IV Lys. What, pr'ythee? Sc. VI BAWD. O, Sir, I can be modest. Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a pandar to be chaste. [Exit BOULT. BAWD. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never pluck'd yet, I can assure you. Re-enter BoULT with MARINA. Is she not a fair creature? 40 LYS. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. BAWD. I beseech your Honour, give me leave: a word, Lys. I beseech you, do. BAWD [to MARINA.] First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man. MAR. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him. BAWD. Next, he's the Governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to. MAR. If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not. BAWD. Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold. MAR. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive. Lys. Ha' you done? 60 BAWD. My Lord, she's not pac'd yet: you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his Honour and her together. Go thy ways. [Exeunt Bawd, Pandar, and BOULT. Lys. Now, pretty One, how long have you been at this trade? MAR. What trade, Sir? Lys. Why, I cannot name 't but I shall offend. MAR. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it. Lys. How long have you been of this profession? MAR. E'er since I can remember. 70 ACT IV Lys. Did you go to 't so young? Were you a gamester at five or at seven? MAR. Earlier too, Sir, if now I be one. Lys. Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to be a creature of sale. MAR. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into 't? I hear say you are of honourable parts, and are the Governor of this place. 80 Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am? MAR. Who is my principal? Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something of my power, and so stand aloft for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty One, my authority shall not see thee, or else look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place; come, come. MAR. If you were born to honour, shew it now; If put upon you, make the judgment good Lys. How's this? how's this? Some more; be sage. 90 For me, That am a maid, though most ungentle Fortune Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Lys. I did not think 100 Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou could'st. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee: And the Gods strengthen thee! Sc. VI |