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[Unfolds a scral.
That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, Cer.
Come, wrench it open;
Cer. As ever hit my nostril ; so, - up with it
O you most potent gods! What's here? a corse!
i Gent. Most strange! i Gent.
Good morrow, sir. Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balu'd and 2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship.
Gentlemen, With bags of spices full! A passport too!
Apollo, perfect me i'the characters !
Here I give to understand,
(Reads. The very principals did seem to rend,
(If e'er this coffin drive a-land,) And all to topple;, pure surprize and fear
I, king Pericles, have lost Made me to quit the bouse.
This queen, worth all our mundane cost. 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so
Who finds her, give her burying, early;
She was the daughter of a king : 'Tis not our husbandry.
Besides this treasure for a fee,
The gods requite his charity !
That even cracks for woe! - This chane'd tem Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
night. Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
2 Gent. Most likely, sir. It is most strange,
Nay, certainly to-right; Nature should be so conversant with pain, For look, how fresh she looks ! — They were too Being thereto not compellid.
I held it ever,
That threw her in the sea. Make fire within;
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again But immortality attends the former,
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, bad nine hours lien dead,
Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire.
Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones ;
The rough and woful musick that we have, And I can speak of the disturbances
Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me The vial orice more;- How thou stirr'sty the A more content in course of true delight
block! Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
The musick there. I pray you, give her air : -Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
Gentlemen, To please the fool and death.
This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'a Breathes out of her ; she hath not been entrane'd forth
Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow
The heavens, sir,
She is alive; behold,
Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost,
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
The diamonds of a most praised water
Sir, even now
Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest;
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, 'Tis of some wreck.
Rare as you seem to be!
Skytotes Cer. Set 't down, let's look on it. Thai.
O dear Diana, 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is Cer. Whate'er it be,
this? 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; 9 Gent. Is not this strange ? If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,
Most rare. It is a good constraint of fortune, that
Hush, gentle neighbours It belches upon us.
Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bar 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.
her. Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd! Get linen ; now this matter must be look'd tas Did the sea cast it up ?
For het relapse is mortal. Come, come, cama; Serv. I never saw so huge a hillow, sir,
And Æsculapius guide us ! As toss'd it upon shore.
(Exeunt, carrying Taway
SCENE III. - Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my
I have one myself, Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyta, LYCHORIDA, Who shall not be more dear to my respect,, and MARINA,
Than yours, my lord. Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be Per.
Madam, my thanks and prayers. gone;
Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
o'the shore; In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and Take from my heart all thankfulness ! The gods The gentlest winds of heaven. Make up the rest upon you u!
I will embrace Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt your offer. Come, dear'st madam. – 0, no tears, you mortally,
Lychorida, no tears .. Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.
Look to your little mistress, on whose grace Dion.
O your sweet queen! You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord. That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought het
(Exerint. hither, To have bless'd mine eyes !
SCENE IV. - Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's Per. We cannot but obey
Enter CERIMON and THAISA.
Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so,) hero
jewels, I charge your charity withal, and leave her Lay with you in your coffer : which are now The infant of your care ; beseeching you
At your command. Know you the character ? To give her princely training, that she may be Thai. It is my lord's. Manner'd as she is born.
That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Cle.
Fear not, my lord : Even on my yearning time; but whether there
If neglection My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. 'nscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
[Eæcuent. hough I show will in't. So I take my leave.
Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
And cursed Dionyza hath.
Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while; The pregnant instrument of wrath
Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood : Prest for this blow. The unborn event What! I must have a care of you. I do commend to your content :
Thanks, sweet madam.Only I carry winged time
(Erit DIONTZA. Post on the lame feet of my rhyme ;
Is this wind westerly that blows? Which never could I so convey,
South-west. Unless your thoughts went on my way. - Mar. When I was born, the wind was north Dionyza does appear,
Was't so? With Leonine, a murderer.
[Erit. Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never lear, ;
But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling SCENE I. - Tharsus. An open Place, near the His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes; Sca-shore.
And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.
tackle: Dion. Thy oath remember ; thou hast sworn to
Wash'd off a canvas-climber : Ha! says one, do it :
Wilt out ? and, with a dropping industry, *Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. They skip from stem to stern : the boatswain whistles, Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon,
The master calls, and trebles their confusion. To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
Leon. And when was this? Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom,
It was when I was born: Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
Never was waves nor wind more violent. Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily. A soldier to thy purpose.
What mean you ? Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her.
I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious, Here
For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. To do my work with haste. Thou art resoly'd ?
Why will you kill me? Leon. I am resolv'd.
Leon. To satisfy my lady.
Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?
To any living creature: believe me, la,
I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly : While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, I trod upon a worm against my will, Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
But I wept for it. How have I offended, This world to me is like a lasting storm,
Wherein my death might yield her profit, or Whirring me from my friends.
My life imply her danger? Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep
My commission alone?
Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, With this unprofitable woe! Come, come;
When you caught hurt in parting two that fougts: Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it. Good sooth, it show'd well in you ; do so now : Walk forth with Leonine : the air is quick there, Your lady seeks my life ; come you between, Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come; And save poor me, the weaker. Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
I am sworn, Mar. No, I pray you ;
And will despatch.
Come, come ;
Enter Pirates, whilst MARINA ÅS strugglins I love the king your father, and yourself,
1 Piraté. Hold, villain! (LEONINI TRAS a With more than foreign heart. We every day 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! Expect him here: when he shall come, and find 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted,
have her aboard suddenly. He will repent the breadth of his great voyage ;
[Exeunt Pirates rita Maan
SCENE II. The same.
And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go:
There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's desd Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. And thrown into the sea. - But I'll see further : Walk balf an hour, Leonine, at the least;
Perhaps they will but please themselves upoa ker Remember what I have said.
Not carry her abroad. If she remain, Leon.
I warrant you, madam. Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slaia (I
most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were SCENE III. - Mitylene. Room in a Brothel. no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.
Get this done as I command you.
Boult. Performance shall follow. (Erit Boult.
Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! · Boult. Sir.
(He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these Pand. Search the market narrowly;"Mitylene is
pirates, full of gallants. We lost too much money this (Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard mart, by being too wenchless.
Thrown me, to seek my mother ! Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one ? We have but poor three, and they can do no more Mar. That I am pretty. than they can do; and with continual action are Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in even as good as rotten.
you. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er Mar. I accuse them not. we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. like to live.
Bawd. Thou say'st true ; 'tis not the bringing up Mar. The more my fault, of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. some eleven
Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. Boult. _Ay, to eleven, and brought them down Mar. No. again. But shall I search the market?
Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentleBawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a men of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so piti- have the difference of all complexions. What! do fully sodden.
you stop your ears? Panul. Thou say'st true; they are too unwhole Mar. Are you a woman? some o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be that lay with the little baggage.
not a woman? Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him ; she made Mar. An honest woinan, or not a woman. him roast meat for worms: - but I'll go search the
Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I market.
(Erit Boult. shall have something to do with you. Come, you Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were
are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give I would have you. over.
Mar. The gods defend me! Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you ? is it a Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by shame to get when we are old ?
men, then men must comfort you, men must feed Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the com
vou, men must stir you up. - Boult's returned. modity ; nor the commodity wages not with the danger ; therefore, if in our youths we could pick
Enter Boult. up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market ? door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms we stand Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. over.
Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. find the inclination of the people, especially of the Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we
younger sort ? offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would it's no calling :- but here comes Boult.
have hearkened to their father's testament. There
was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to Enter the Pirates and Boult, dragging in
bed to her very description. MARINA.
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 ?
Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you I Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.
know the French knight that cowers i'the hams? Boult. Master, I•have gone thorough for this Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ? piece, you see : if you like her, so; if not, I have Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the prolost my earnest.
clamation ; but he made a groan at it, and swore he Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities ?
would see her to-morrow. Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity disease hither : here he does but repair it. I know, of qualities can make her be refused,
be will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns Bawd. What's her price, Boult?
in the sun. Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand · Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, pieces.
we shall lodge them with this sign. Pand. Well, follow me, my masters ; you shall Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have save your money presently. Wife, take her in; fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must nstruct her what she has to do, that she may not seem to do that fearfully, which you commit wilje raw in her entertainment.
lingly; to despise profit, where you bave most gain. (Exeunt Pander and Pirates. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her ; the lovers : Seldom, but that pity begets you a good olour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. parrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give Mar. I understand you not.
· Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her | Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. nome: these blushes of hers must be quenched with She did disdain my child, and stood between some present practice.
Her and her fortunes; None would look on her, Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must : But cast their gazes on Marina's face; for your bride goes to that with shame, which is ber Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, way to go with warrant.
Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough ; Boull. 'Faith, some do, and some do not.” But, and though you call my course unnatural, mistress, if I have bargain'd for the joint, , You not your child well loving, yet I find,
Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter,
Heavens forgive it! I like the manner of your garments well.
Dion. And as for Pericles, Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed What should he say? We wept after her hearse, yet.
And even yet we mourn: her monument Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: re Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs port what a sojourner we have : you'll lose nothing In glittering golden characters express by custom. When nature framed this piece, she A general praise to her, and care in us meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a para- At whose expence 'tis done. gon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine Cle.
Thou art like the harpy own report.
Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not Seize with an eagle's talons. so awake the beds of eels,' as my giving out her Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the fies; some to-night.
But yet I know you'll do as I advise. (Eseen. Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters Enter Gower, before the monument of Marsa si deep,
Tharsus. Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues Diana, aid my purpose !
make short; Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but fa't; you, will you go with us ?
(Exeunt. Making, (to take your imagination,)
From bourn to bourn, region to region. SCENE IV. - Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime House.
To use one language, in each several clime,
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech Enter CLEON and DionyzA.
you, Dion. Why, are you foolish ? Can it be undone ? To learn of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
you The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon !
The stages of our story. Pericles Dion.
I think Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, You'll turn a child again.
(Attended on by many a lord and knight) Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, To see his daughter, all his life's delight. I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
Advanc'd in time to great and high estate, To equal any single crown o'the earth,
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind, I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, Old Helicanus goes along behind. Whom thou hast poison'd too!
Well-sailing ships, and bountepus winds bar If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness
brought Becoming well thy feat : what canst thou say, This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thougit; When noble Pericles shall demand his child ? So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
on,) To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone, She died by night ; I'll say so.
Who can cross it? Like motes and shadows see them more sx huile; Unless you play the impious innocent,
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
0, go to. Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Enter at one door, Pericles with kis Train; Cu Do like this worst.
and Dionyza, at the other.
Cunos seus B Dion. Be one of those, that think
RICLES the tomb of Marina; wherea PEL-** The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fy hence,
makes lamentation, puts or sackcloid, and in And open this to Pericles. I do shame
mighty passion departs. Then Cleos e D To think of what a noble strain you are,
NYZA retire. And of how cow'd a spirit.
Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul she' Cle.
To such proceeding This borrow'd passion stands for true oli se Who ever but his approbation added,
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow
With sighs shot through, and biggest tears From honourable courses.
show'r'd, Dion. Be it so then:
Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, Never to wash bis face, nor cut his lusin ;