1

with the danger; therefore, if in our youths we

market?

Enter BOULT.

could pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not Now, Sir, hast thou cried her through the 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, und 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
MARINA.

Boult. Come your ways. [To MARINA.]-My 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 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
Thrown me, to seek my mother!

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?
Mar. That I am pretty.

Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part

in you.

Mar. I accuse them not.

Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are like to live.

Mar. The more my fault,

To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die.
Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
Mar. No.

Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall have the difference of all complexions. What! do you stop your ears?

Mar. Are you a woman?

Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice.

find the inclination of the people, especially of Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou the younger sort?

Boult. "Faith, they listened to me, as they would have hearkened to their father's testament. There 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 his best ruff on.

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 should 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 meret profit.

Mar. I understand you not.

Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home: 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. But, mistress, if I have bargained for the joint,

Buwd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit.
Boult. I may so.

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

Bawd. What would you have me be, an I bring home some to-night. be not a woman?

Mar. An honest woman, 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 you, men must stir you up.-Boult's returned.

Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.

Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. [deep, Diana, aid my purpose!

Bawd. What have we to do with Diana?
Pray you, will you go with us? [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Thursus.-A Room in CLEON'S
House.

Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.
Dion Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone?

L. Half open.

+ Bid a high price for her.

* Bends.

† An absolute, a certain proft

Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!
Dion. I think

You'll turn a child again.

Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious
I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady, [world,
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
To equal any single crown o'the earth,
I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine,
Whom thou hast poison'd too!
If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kind-
[ness
Becoming well thy feat: what canst thou say,
When noble Pericles shall demand his child?
Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the
To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
She died by night; I'll say so.
[fates,
Who can cross
Unless you play the impious innocent,†
And for an honest attribute, cry out,

She died by foul play.

Cle. O, go to. Well, well,

[it?

Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.

Dion. Be one of those, that think

The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,
And open this to Pericles. I do shame

To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how cow'd a spirit.

Cle. To such proceeding
Who ever but his approbation added,
Though not his preconsent, he did not flow
From honourable courses.

Dion. Be it so then:

[dead,

Yet none does know, but you, how she came
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
She did disdain my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes: None would look on her,
But cast their gazes on Marina's face;
Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me
thorough;

And though you call my course unnatural,
You not your child well loving, yet I find,
It greets me, as an enterprise of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter.

Cle. Heavens forgive it!

Dion. And as for Pericles,

What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
And even yet we mourn: her monument
Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expense 'tis done.

Cle. Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face,
Seize with an eagle's talons.

Dion. You are like one that superstitiously Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [flies; [Exeunt. Enter GOWER, before the Monument of MARINA, at Tharsus.

Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest
leagues make short;

Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't;
Making,|| (to take your imagination,)
From bourn to bourn,¶ region to region.
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime,
To use one language, in each several clime,
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech
you,

To learn of me, who stand i'the gap to teach
[you

* 1. e. Of a piece with the rest of thy exploit.

+ An innocent was formerly a common appellation for an idiot. A coarse wench, not worth a good-morrow. Travelling. From one boundary to another. § Only.

ACTI

The stages of our story. Pericles
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
(Attended on by many a lord and knight,)
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Advanc'd in time to great and high estate.
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
Old Helicanus goes along behind.
Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have
This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought
brought
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
on,)
Like motes and shadows see them move a-
while;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

Dumb show.

Enter at one door, PERICLES, with his Train; CLEON and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on Sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then CLEON and DIONYZA retire.

Gow. 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'ershow'r'd, [swears

He

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks.
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea.
A tempest, which his mortal vessel* tears,
He bears
The epitaph is for Marina writ
And yet he rides it out. Now please you with
By wicked Dionyza.

[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;
Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the
earth:

Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd:
Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never

stint, S

Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No visor does become black villany,
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 scenes display
In her unholy service. Patience then,
His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,
And think you now are all in Mitylen. [Exit.
SCENE V.-Mitylene.—A Street before the
Brothel.

Enter, from the Brothel, two GENTLEMEN.

1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.

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.

The sea

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.

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?

Buwd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you Bawd. Fie, fie upon her; she is able to freeze must take some pains to work her to your the god Priapus, and undo a whole genera-manage. Come, we will leave his honour and tion. We must either get her ravished, or be her together. rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her.

Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests.

Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!

Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, disguised.

Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to

customers.

Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour! Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health.

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 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.

[Exeunt BAWD, PANDER, and BOULT. Lys. Go thy ways.-Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade? 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?

Mar. Ever since I can remember.

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.

of such resort, and will come into it? I hear
Mar. Do you know this house to be a place
say, you are of honourable parts, and are the
governor of this place.

unto you who I am?
Lys. Why, hath your principal made known

Mar. Who is my principal?

seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you
Lys. Why, your herb woman; she that sets
have heard something of my power, and so
stand aloof for more serious wooing. But I
protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall
not see thee, or else look friendly upon thee.
come."
Come, bring me to some private place. Come,

If put upon you, make the judgement good
Mar. If you were born to honour,show it now;
That thought you worthy of it.

Lys. How's this? how's this?-Some more; -be sage.

Mar. For me,

That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome sty
Where, since I came, diseases have been sold
Dearer than physic,-O that the good gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i'the purer air!

Lys. I did not think

Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er
dream'd thou couldst.

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!

Mar. The gods preserve you!
Lys. For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent: for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.-
Hold; here's more gold for thee.-
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,

from me,

It shall be for thy good.

[AS LYSIMACHUS is putting up his Purse, BOULT enters.

Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for

Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal me.

Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! | Could he but speak, would own a name too
Your house,

But for this virgin that doth prop it up,
Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away!
[Exit LYSIMACHUS.
Boult. How's this? We must take another
course with you. If your peevish chastity,
which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest
country under the cope, shall undo a whole
household, let me be gelded like a spaniel.
Come your ways.

Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say. Re-enter BAWD.

Bawd. How now! what's the matter? Boull. Worse and worse, mistress; she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysima

chus.

Bawd. O abominable!

Boult. She makes our profession as 1. to stink afore the face of the gods.

dear.

O that the gods would safely from this place
Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee.
If that thy master would gain aught by me,
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and
dance,

With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast
And I will undertake all these to teach.
I doubt not but this populous city will
Yield many scholars.

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?

Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home And prostitute me to the basest groom [again, That doth frequent your house.

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

Mar. But, amongst honest women? Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their consent; therefore I will make them acere quainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. [Exeunt.

Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever! Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away a 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

ACT V.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Mevina thus the brothel scapes, and Into an honest ouse, our story says. char es

composes

She sings like one immortal, and she dances As goddess-like to her admired lays: Deep clerks* she dumbs; and with her neeld, Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or That even her art sisters the natural roses : berry; Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry: 1nat pupils lacks she none of noble race, Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold She gives the cursed bawd.' Here we her

me.

Mar. Whither would you have me?

so dear.

strelt

That hither comes enquiring for his tib;
To the choleric 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 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

Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman;
Any of these ways are better yet than this:
For that which thou professest, a baboon,

*Cope, or canopy of heaven.

place;

And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Where we left him, on the sea. We there him

lost;

Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this

SCENE I.-On board PERICLES' Ship, of
Mitylene. A close Pavilion on deck, with a
Curtain before it; PERICLES within it, re-
clined on a Couch. A Barge lying beside the
Tyrian Vessel.

Enter two SAILORS, one belonging to the Tyrian
Vessel, the other to the Barge; to them HELI-

CANUS.

Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? be
can resolve you.
To the SAILOR of Mitylene.
+ Needle.

+ Paltry follow.

* Learned men.

here he is.

Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene.
And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your
will?

That bears recovery's name. But, since your
kindness
[further,
We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you
That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,

Hel. That he have his. Call up some gen-But weary for the staleness.
tlemen.

Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.

Enter two GENTLEMEN.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?

Hel. Gentlemen,

There is some of worth would come aboard; I

pray you,

To greet them fairly.

[The GENTLEMEN and the two SAILORS de-
scend, and go on board the Barge.

Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and LORDS; the
Tyrian GENTLEMEN, and the two SAILORS.
Tyr. Suil. Sir,

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

Lys. Hail, reverend Sir! The gods preserve
you!

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 be

fore.

Hel. Sir,

Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat; But the main grief of all springs from the loss

Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lys. May we not see him, then?

Hel. You may indeed, Sir,

Lys. O, Sir, a courtesy,

Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province.-Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

Hel. Sit, Sir, I will recount it ;-
But see, I am prevented.

Enter, from the Barge, LORD, MARINA, and a
young LADY.

The lady' that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
Lys. O, here is
Is't not a goodly presence?
Hel. A gallant lady.

Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,

But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks
My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief

But bootless is your sight; he will not speak Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.

To any.

Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.
Hel. Behold him, Sir: [PERICLES discovered.]
this was a goodly person,

Till the disaster, that, one mortalt night,
Drove him to this.

Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve
you! Hail,

Hail, royal Sir!

Hel. 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 make a battery through his deafen'd
Which now are midway stopp'd:
She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow-maidens, now within
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side.

[parts,

He whispers one of the attendant LORDS.Erit LORD, in the Barge of LYSIMACHUS. Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll

omit

To lengthen or prolong his grief. + Destructive. II. c. Ears.

Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.-I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak.
[Aside.

Per. My fortunes-parentage-good paren

tage

[you?

To equal mine!-was it not thus? what say
Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my
You would not do me violence. [parentage,
Per. I do think so.

I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.-
You are like something that-What country
Here of these shores?
[woman!

Mar. No, nor of any shores:
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
No other than I appear.

Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver

weeping.

[one My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows;

Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straigh
As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,