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would'st say.

He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears Lys. You may so ; 'tis the better for you that A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, your resorters stand upon sound legs.

How now, And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit wholesome iniquity? Have you that 4 man may The epitaph is for Marina writ

deal withal, and defy the surgeon ? By wicked Dionyza.

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would (Reads the inscription on Marina's monument. but there never came her like in Mitylene. The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,

Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou Who wither'd in her spring of year. She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well On whora foul death hath made this slaughter ; enough. Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,

Lys. Well; call forth, call forth. Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, carth,

you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, if she had but Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd: Lys. What, pr’ythee ? Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never stint,) Boult. O, sir, I can be modest. Make raging battery upon shores of flint.

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no No visor does become black villainy,

less than it gives a good report to a number to be

chaste. So well as soft and tender flattery. Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,

Enter MARINA, And bear his courses to be ordered

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the By lady fortune ; while our scenes display

stalk ;- never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,

she not a fair creature ? In her unholy service. Patience then,

Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage And think you now are all in Mitylen. (Erit.

at sea. Well, there's for you ; - leave us. SCENE V. - Mitylene. A Street before the

Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave : a

word, and I'll have done presently. Brothel.

Lys. I beseech you, do. Enter, from the Brothel, Two Gentlemen, Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an 1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

honourable man. (To MARINA, whom she takes aside. 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as

Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily this, she being once gone.

note him. I Gent. But to have divinity preached there ! did

Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, you ever dream of such a thing? .

and a man whom I am bound to. 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more

Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound bawdy-houses: Shall we go hear the vestals sing ?

to him indeed ; but how honourable he is in that, I 1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; know not, but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever.

Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fenc(Exeunt.

ing, will you use him kindly? He will line your

apron with gold. SCENE VI. - The same. A Room in the Brothel. Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankEnter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

fully receive.

Lys. Have you done? Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet ; you must of ber, she had ne'er come here.

take some pains to work her to your manage. Coine, Bawd. Fye, fye upon her; she is able to freeze we will leave his honour and her together, the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We

(Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Rous must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When Lys. Go thy ways. — Now, pretty one, how long she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the have you been at this trade? kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, Mar. What trade, sir ? jer reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, her Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. unees ; that she would make a puritan of the devil, Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please f he should cheapen a kiss of her.

you to name it. Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll dis Lys. How long have you been of this profession 2 urnish us 'of all our cavaliers, and make all our Mar. Ever since I can remember. wearers priests.

Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a Pand. Now, the poz upon her green-sickness for gamester at five, or at seven ?

Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Bard. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims y the way to the pox, Here comes the lord Lysi- you to be a creature of sale. iachus, disguised.

Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of Boull. We should have both lord and lown, if the such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you ceyish baggage would but give way to customers. are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this Enter LYSIMACHUS.


Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities? you who I am ? Baud. Now, the gods to bless your honour ! Mar. Who is my principal ? Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds health.

and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have

De !

be sage.

heard something of my power, and so stand aloof Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else, snowball ; saying his prayers too. look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy private place. Come, come.

pleasure : crack the glass of her virginity, and make Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now ; the rest malleable. If put upon you, make the judgment good

Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground That thought you worthy of it.

than she is, she shall be ploughed. Lys. How's this? how's this ? - Some more ; Mar. Hark, hark, you gods !

Bawd. She conjures : away with her. Would she Mar. For me,

had never come within my doors ! Marry hang you! That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way of Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome stie, women-kind ? Marry come up, my dish of clastity Where, since I came, diseases have been sold with rosemary and bays!

(Eri Bard. Dearer than physick, - that the good gods

Boult. Come, mistress ; come your way with me. Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Mar. Whither would you have me? Though they did change me to the meanest bird Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so That Aies i'the purer air !

dear. Lys. I did not think

Mar. Pr’ythee, tell me one thing first. Thou could'st have spoke so well ; ne'er dream'd Boult. Come now, your one thing. thou could'st.

Mar. What canst thou wish thine enery to be? Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for or rather, my mistress. thee :

Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Perséver still in that clear way thou goest,

Since they do better thee in their command. And the gods strengthen thee!

Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st bend Mar. The gods preserve you !

Of hell would not in reputation change: Lys.

For me, be you thoughten Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every copstrel That I came with no ill intent: for to me

That hither comes enquiring for his tib; The very doors and windows savour vilely. To the cholerick fisting of each rogue thry ear Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and Is liable ; thy very food is such I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs Hold; here's more gold for thee.

Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, A curse upon him, die he like a thief,

would you ? where a man may serve seven years for That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the

end to buy him a wooden one ? It shall be for thy good.

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty (As Lysimachus is putting up his purse,

Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;
Boult enters.

Serve by indenture to the common hangman; Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Any of these ways are better yet than this: Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your For that which thou professest, a baboon, house,

Could he but speak, would own a name too des.' But for this virgin that doth prop it up,

O that the gods would safely from this place Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away! Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee.

(Exit LYSIMACHUS. If that thy master would gain aught by me, Boult. How's this? We must take another course Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and danos, with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not With other virtues, which I'll keep froin boast; worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the

And I will undertake all these to teach. cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be I doubt not but this populous city will gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.

Yield many scholars. Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home agai or the common hangman shall execute it. Come And prostitute me to the basest groom your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven | That doth frequent your house. away. Come your ways, I say.

Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee : *

I can place thee, I will.
Re-enter Bawd.

Mar. But, amongst bonest women?
Bawd. How now! What's the matter?

Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amago Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; She has here them. But since my master and mistress huwe spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus. bought you, there's no going but by their conse, Bawd. O abominable!

therefore I will make them acquainted with you Boult.' She makes our profession as it were to purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find then stink afore the face of the gods.

tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever!

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He. And you, sir, to out-live the age I am, Enter GOWER.

And die as I would do. Gow. Marina, thus the brothel scapes, and Lys.

You wish me well. chances

Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Into an honest house, our story says.

Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, She sings like one immortal, and she dances I made to it, to know of whence you are. As goddess-like to her admired lays :

Hel. First, sir, what is your place? Deep clerks she dumbs : and with her neeld Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. composes

Hel. Sir, Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king ; berry;

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken That even her art sisters the natural roses ; To any one, nor taken sustenance, Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry : But to prorogue his grief. That pupils lacks she none of noble race,

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature ? Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain,

Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat ; She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place; But the main grief of all springs from the loss And to her father turn our thoughts again,

Of a beloved daughter and a wife. Where we left him, on the sea. We there him Lys. May we not see him, then ? lost;


You may indeed, sir. Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd But bootless is your sight; he will not speak Here where his daughter dwells; and on this to any.

Yet, let me obtain my wish. Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd Hel. Echuld lim, sir : [PERICLES discovered.] this God Neptune's annual reuse 1: krep:, frum

was a goodly person, whence

Till the disaster, that, one suortal night, Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

Drosc luim to this. His banners sable, trimm'd with rich experice; Lyr. Sir, king, all hail! the goals preserve you! And to him in lsię barge with fervour hies.

Flail ! In your supposing once more put your sight; Hail, royal sir ! Of heavy Pericles think this the bark:

Hei. It is in vain ; he will not speak to you. Where, what is done in action, more, if mighte I Lord Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst Shall be discover'd ; please you, sit, and hark.

Eů. Would win some words of him.

'Tis well bethought. SCENE I. - On board Pericles' Shir, off Mitylene. She, questionless, with her sweet harmony

A close Pavilion on deck, wili a Curtain bef.:re it: Aud over choice attractions, would allure, Pericles within it, reclined on a Covci. Barge And inake a battery through his deafen'd parts, lying beside the Tyrian Vessel.

Which now are midway stopp'd :

She, ell as happy as of all the fairest, Enter Two Sailors, one belonging to the lyriar vessel, Is, witti her fellow maidens, now within the other to the barge ; to them H&LICANU..

The lemiy shelter that abuts against Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? de can The island's side.

resolve you. (To the Sailor of Mitylene. (He whispers one of the attendant Lords. O here he is.

Erit Lord, in the barge of LYSIMACHUS. Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene,

Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit And in it is Lysimachus the governor,

That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindWho craves to come aboard. What is your will ?

Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen. We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further,
Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls. That for our gold we may provision have,

Wherein we are not destitute for want,
Enter Two Gentlemen.

But weary for the staleness. 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call ?


O, sir, a courtesy, Hel. Gentlemen,

Which if we should deny, the most just God There is some of worth would come aboard ; I pray for every graff would send a caterpillar, you,

And so inflict our province. — Yet once more To greet them fairly.

Let me entreat to know at large the cause [The Gentlemen and the Two Sailors descend, of your king's sorrow. and go on board the barge.


Sit, sir, I will recount it;

But, see, I am prevented. Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the

Tyrian Gentlemen, and the Two Sailors. Enter, from the barge, Lord, Marina, and a young Tyr. Sail. Sir,

Lady. This is the man that can, in aught you would, Lys.

O, here is Resolve you.

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one! Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! Is't not a goodly presence ?




A gallant lady. Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she Modest as justice, and thou seem 'st a palace

For the crown'd truth to dwell in : I'll believe thee, Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish

And make my senses credit thy relation, No better choice, and think me rarely wed.

To points that seem impossible ; for thou look'st Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends? Expect even here, where is a kingly patient : Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back, If that thy prosperous-artificial feat.

(Which was when I perceir'd thee,) that thou cam'st Can draw him but to answer thee in aught From good descending ? Thy sacred physick shall receive such pay


So indeed I did. As thy desires can wish.

Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Mar. Sir, I will use

Thou badst been toss'd from wrong to injury, My utmost skill in his recovery,

And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal Provided none but I and my companion

mine, Be suffer'd to come near him.

If both were open'd.
Come, let us leave ber, Mar.

Some such thing indeed And the gods make her prosperous !

I said, and said no more but what my thoughts

[MARINA sings. Did warrant me was likely, Lys. Mark'd he your musick ? Per.

Tell thy story; Mar. No, nor look'd on us.

If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part Lys.

See, she will speak to him. Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I Mar. Hail, sir ! my lord, lend ear :

Have suffer'd like a girl : yet thou dost look Per. Hum! ha!

Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Mar. I am a maid,

Extremity out of act. What were thy friends? My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,

How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kisd But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks,

virgin ? My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief Recount, I do beseech thee ; come, sit by me. Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd. Mar. My name, sir, is Marina Though wayward fortune did malign my state,


0, I am mock'd My derivation was from ancestors

And thou by some incensed god sent hither Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:

To make the world laugh at me. But time hath rooted out my parentage,


Patience, good sit, And to the world and aukward casualties

Or here I'll cease. Bound me in servitude. - I will desist;


Nay, I'll be patient;
But there is something glows upon my cheek, Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak. To call thyself Marina.


The name Marina, Per. My fortunes -parentage — good parent- Was given me by one that had some power; age

My father, and a king. To equal mine! was it not thus? what say you ? Per.

How ! a king's daughter? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my pa- | And call'd Marina ? rentage,


You said you would believe me; You would not do me violence.

But, not to be a troubler of your peace, Per.

I do think so. I will end here. I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me. - Per.

But are you flesh and blood? You are like something that — What countrywoman? Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? Here of these shores ?

Nomotion ? Well; speak on. Where were you barn? Mar.

No, nor of any shores : And wherefore call'd Marina ? Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am


Calla Marina, No other than I appear.

For I was born at sea. Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weep Per.

At sea ? thy mother? ing,

Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one Who died the very minute I was born, My daughter might have been : my queen's square As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft brows;

Deliver'd weeping. Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; Per.

0, stop there a little ! As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,

This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep And cas'd as richly : in pace another Juno; Did mock sad fools withal : this cannot be. Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well: - where hungry,

were you bred ? The more she gives them speech. Where do you I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, live?

And never interrupt you. Mar. Where I am but a stranger : from the deck Mar. You'll scarce believe me ; 'twere best I did You may discern the place.

give o'er. Per..

• Where were you bred ? Per. I will believe you by the syllable And how achiev'd you these endowments, which Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me lease :You make more rich to owe?

How came you in these parts? where were you bed? Mar.

Should I tell my history, Mar. The king, my father, did in "Tharsus leare de; 'Twould seem like lies disdain’d in the reporting. Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, Per. Pr’ythee speak;

Did seek to murder me; and having woo's

A villain to attempt it, who having drawn, It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
A crew of pirates came and rescued me ;

Hangs on mine eye-lids ; let me rest. (He sleeps.
Brought me to Mitylene. But, now good sír, Lys. A pillow for his head ;
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It [The curtain before the pavilion of PERICLES is
may bé,

closed. You think me an impostor: no, good faith ; So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends, I am the daughter to king Pericles,

If this but answer to my just belief, If good king Pericles be..

I'll well remember you. Per. Ho, Helicanus !

(Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, Hel. Calls my gracious lord ?

and attendant Lady.
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general : Tell me, if thou canst,

SCENE II. - The same.
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?

PERICLES on the deck asleep : Diana appearing to
I know not; but

him as in a vision. Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,

Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee Speaks nobly of her.

thither, Lys. She would never tell

And do upon mine altar sacrifice. Her parentage ; being demanded that,

There, when my maiden priests are met together, She would sit still and weep.

Before the people all,
Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir; Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife :
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;

To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, And give them repetition to the life.
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,

Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe: And drown me with their sweetness. O, come Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow. hither,

Awake, and tell thy dream. [Diana disappears. Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget ;

Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus, I will obey thee ! - Helicanus !
And found at sea again ! - 0 Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud

Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. As thunder threatens us : This is Marina.


Sir. What was thy mother's name? tell me but that, Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike For truth can never be confirm'd enough,

The inhospitable Cleon ; but I am Though doubts did ever sleep.

For other service first : toward Ephesus Mar.

First, sir, I pray Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why. What is your title?

[To HELICANOS. Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now

Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore, (As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect,) And give you gold for such provision My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of As our intents will need ? kingdoms,

Lys. With all my heart, sir ; and when you come And another life to Pericles thy father.

ashore, Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than I have another suit. To say, my mother's name was Thaisa ?


You shall prevail, Thaisa was my mother, who did end,

Were it to woo m. daughter; for it seems The minute I began.

You have been noble towards her. Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my Lys.

Sir, lend your arm. child.

Per. Come, my Marina.

(Exeunt. Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, (Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been,

Enter Gower, before the temple of Diana at By savage Cleon,) she shall tell thee all ;

Ephesus. When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge,

Gow. Now our sands are almost run ; She is thy very princess. — Who is this??

More a little, and then done. Hel. Šir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,

This, as my last boon, give me, Who, hearing of your melancholy state,

(For such kindness must relieve me,) Did come to see you.

That you aptly will suppose
I embrace you, sir.

What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
Give me my robes ; I am wild in my beholding. What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what musick ? The regent made in Mitylin,
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him

To greet the king. So he has thriv'd,
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,

That he is promis'd to be wir'd How sure you are my daughter. — But what To fair Marina ; but in no wise, musick ?

Till he had done his sacrifice, Hel. My lord, I hear none.

As Dian bade : whereto being bound, Per. None ?

The interim, pray you, all confound, The musick of the spheres : list, my Marina.

In feather'd briefness sails are filla Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way. And wishes fall out as they're will'd. Per. Rarest sounds!

At Ephesus, the temple see, Do ye not hear?

Our king, and all his company. Lys.

Musick ? My lord, I hear - That he can hither come so soon, Per. Most heavenly musick :

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