He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears By wicked Dionyzą. [Reads the inscription on MARINA's ́monument. Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, SCENE V.- Mitylene. A Street before the Enter, from the Brothel, Two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a thing? 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses: Shall we go hear the vestals sing? 1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. A Room in the Brothel. Enter Pander, Bawd, and BoULT. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she had ne'er come here. Bawd. Fye, fye upon her; she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, Der reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, f he should cheapen a kiss of her. Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our wearers priests. Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for ae! Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but y the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysiachus, disguised. Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the cevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter LYSIMACHUS. Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities? Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon? Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would but there never came her like in Mitylene. Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st say. Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well enough. Lys. Well; call forth, call forth. Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if if she had but. Lys. What, pr'ythee? Boult. O, sir, I can be modest. Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste. Enter MARINA. Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk;-never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair creature? Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, there's for you; - leave us. Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done presently. Lys. I beseech you, do. Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man. [TO MARINA, whom she takes aside. 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. Have you done? Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her together. [Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and ROULT Lys. Go thy ways. have you been at this trade? Now, pretty one, how long Mar. What trade, sir? Lys. What I cannot name 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 ? Lys. Did you go to it 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 it? I hear say, you are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place. 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 I did not think Lys. 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: Perséver still in that clear way thou goest, And the gods strengthen thee! A curse upon him, die he like a thief, Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a snowball; saying his prayers too. Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable. Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed. Mar. Hark, hark, you gods! Bawd. She conjures: away with her. Would she had never come within my doors! Marry hang you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way of women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Bawd Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first. Boult. Come now, your one thing. Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress. Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command. Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend Of hell would not in reputation change: Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel That hither comes enquiring for his tib; To the cholerick fisting of each rogue thy ear Is liable; thy very food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, 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? Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty I doubt not but this populous city will Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: I can place thee, I will. Mar. But, amongst honest women? Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little ang Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; She has here them. But since my master and mistress have spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus. Bawd. O abominable! bought you, there's no going but by their conseca, 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 thes stink afore the face of the gods. Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever! tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. Enter GoWER. ACT V. Suppose him now at anchor, The city striv'd God Neptune's annual feust to keep from whence Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies, His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expence; E. SCENE I.-On board Pericles' Ship, off Mitylene. A close Pavilion on deck, with a Curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a Couch. A Barge lying beside the Tyrian Vessel. Enter Two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyriar. vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELICANUS. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? be can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene. - O here he is. Enter Two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, Hel. And you, sir, to out-live the age I am, And die as I would do. Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are. Hel. First, sir, what is your place? Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. Hel. Sir, Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; A man, who for this three months hath not spoken Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature? You may indeed, sir. But bootless is your sight; he will not speak To any. Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish. Hel. Behold him, sir: [PERICLES discovered.] this was goodly person, Till the disaster, that, one inortal night, Drove him to this. Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hail! Hail, royal sir! Hei. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. 1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him. Lys. 'Tis well bethought. She, questionless, with her sweet harmony And other choice attractions, would allure, And inake a battery through his deafen'd parts, Which now are midway stopp'd: Is, with her fellow maidens, now within She, all as happy as of all the fairest, The leafy shelter that abuts against The island's side. [He whispers one of the attendant Lords. Exit Lord, in the barge of LYSIMACHUS. Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit That bears recovery's name. But, since your kind ness We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further, Lys. O, sir, a courtesy, 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, To greet them fairly. And so inflict our province. - Yet once more [The Gentlemen and the Two Sailors descend, Of your king's sorrow. Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Tyr. Sail. Sir, This is the man that can, in aught you would, Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it; But, see, I am prevented. Hel. 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 : My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, Aside. Per. My fortunes-parentage- good parent age To equal mine! -was it not thus? what say you? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage, You would not do me violence. Per. I do think so. I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me. — You are like something that-What countrywoman? Here of these shores? Mar. No, nor of any shores: Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping. My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows; For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee, To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st Mar. Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine, If both were open'd. Mar. Some such thing indeed I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely. Per. Tell thy story; Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me. Per. O, I aim mock'd, And thou by some incensed god sent hither To make the world laugh at me. Mar. Or here I'll cease. Per. Patience, good sir, Nay, I'll be patient; Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, To call thyself Marina. Mar. The name Marina, Was given me by one that had some power; My father, and a king. Per. And call'd Marina? How! a king's daughter? Per. I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I did give o'er. Per. I will believe you by the syllable Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:How came you in these parts? where were you bred? Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave me Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, Did seek to murder me; and having woo'd Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene, Speaks nobly of her. Lys. Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sír; And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither, Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget; Mar. What is your title? First, sir, I pray Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now (As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect,) My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of kingdoms, And another life to Pericles thy father. Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than The minute I began. Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber Hangs on mine eye-lids; let me rest. [He sleeps. Lys. A pillow for his head; [The curtain before the pavilion of PERICLES is So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends, [Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, SCENE II.- The same. PERICLES on the deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him as in a vision. Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee thither, And do upon mine altar sacrifice. There, when my maiden priests are met together, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife : Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe: Per. Come, my Marina. Sir, lend your arm. [Exeunt. Enter GowER, before the temple of Diana at Ephesus. Gow. Now our sands are almost run; More a little, and then done. This, as my last boon, give me, (For such kindness must relieve me,) That you aptly will suppose What pageantry, what feats, what shows, What minstrelsy, and pretty din, The regent made in Mitylin, To greet the king. So he has thriv'd, [Erit |