It is most strange, Nature should be so conversant with pain, Being thereto not compell'd. Cer. That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity, and hundreds calls themselves Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,-up with it. you most potent gods! What's here? a corse! i Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasur'd With bags of spices full! A passport too! Apollo, perfect me i'the characters! [Unfolds a scroll. [Reads. Here I give to understand, I, king Pericles, have lost This queen, worth all our mundane cost. The gods requite his charity ! If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart That even cracks for woe!- This chanc'd tonight. 2 Gent. Most likely, sir. Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks!- They were too rough, That threw her in the sea. Make fire within; Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths. — The rough and woful musick that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. The vial once more;- How thou stirr'st, thou Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels Which Pericles hath lost, Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? 2 Gent. Is not this strange? 1 Gent. Cer. Most rare. Hush, gentle neighbours; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come ¿ And Æsculapius guide us! [Exeunt, carrying Tramɩ symp My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally, Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. Dion. O your sweet queen! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither, To have bless'd mine eyes! Per. We cannot but obey The powers above us. Could I rage and roar As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so,) here I charge your charity withal, and leave her The infant of your care; beseeching you To give her princely training, that she may be Manner'd as she is born. Cle. Fear not, my lord: Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,) Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Should therein make me vile, the common body, By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty: But if to that my nature need a spur, The gods revenge it upon me and mine, To the end of generation! Per. I believe you; Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show will in't. So I take my leave. Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and Look to your little mistress, on whose grace [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House. Enter CERIMON and THAISA. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with you in your coffer: which are now That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, And never more have joy. Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Diana's temple is not distant far, Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter GOWER. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Now to Marina bend your mind, Which makes her both the heart and place Of earned praise, Marina's life Seeks to take off by treason's knife. Would ever with Marina be Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk With the dove of Paphos might the crow Unless your thoughts went on my way.— Dionyza does appear, With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. SCENE I.-Tharsus. An open Place, near the And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea Sea-shore. 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it. I'll not bereave you of your servant. Come, come; He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; Mar. Well, I will go; But yet I have no desire to it. Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; Remember what I have said. That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder- Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, Mar. It was when I was born: Mar. Why will you kill me? Mar. Why would she have me kill'd? Leon. My commission Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Leon. And will despatch. I am sworn, Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: Pand. Search the market narrowly;" Mitylene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wenchless. Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. Bawd. Thou say'st true; 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up some eleven ----- Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But shall I search the market? Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden. Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwholesome o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage. Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast meat for worms:-but I'll go search the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get when we are old? Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger; therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over. Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling:-but here comes Boult. Enter the Pirates and BoULT, dragging in most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you. Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit BOULT. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! (He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these pirates, (Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one? Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a woman? Mar. An honest woinan, or not a woman. Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you. Mar. The gods defend me! Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed vou, men must stir you up. Boult's returned. Enter BOULT. Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort? Boull. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would There have hearkened to their father's testament. was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to bed to her very description. Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with Boult. Come your ways. [To MARINA.]- My his best ruff on. masters, you say she's a virgin? 1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not. Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest. Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities? Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity of qualities can make her be refused. Bawd. What's her price, Boult? Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces. Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment. [Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight that cowers i'the hams? Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles? Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow. Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know, he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in the sun. . Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we shall lodge them with this sign. Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must seem to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to despise profit, where you have most gain. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your lovers: Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. Mar. I understand you not. Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her nome: these blushes of hers must be quenched with some present practice. Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must: for your bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to go with warrant. Boult. 'Faith, some do, and some do not. mistress, if I have bargain'd for the joint, Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. But, Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the manner of your garments well. Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a sojourner we have: you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report. Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home some to-night. Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? [Exeunt. SCENE IV. - Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. Enter CLEON and DIONYZA. Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon ! Dion. You'll turn a child again. I think Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, To foster it, nor ever to preserve. Who can cross it? She died by night; I'll say so. Unless you play the impious innocent, And for an honest attribute, cry out, She died by foul play. O, go to. Cle. Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Do like this worst. Dion. Be one of those, that think The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, And open this to Pericles. I do shame To think of what a noble strain you are, Cle. Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs; |