ACT V. Enter GOWER. Gow. Marina thus the brothel fcapes, and chances Into an honest house, our story fays. She fings like one immortal, and the dances As goddess-like to her admired lays : Deep clerks the dumbs; and with her neeld compofes Her incle, filk, twin with the rubied cherry: Where we left him, on the fea. We there him loft; His banners fable, trimm'd with rich expence ; Where, what is done in action, more, if might, Shall be discover'd; please you, fit, and hark. [Exit. SCENE SCENE 1. On board PERICLES' fhip, off Mitylene. A clofe Pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; PERICLES within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying befide the Tyrian vessel. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELICANUS. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve [To the Sailor of Mitylene. you. O here he is. Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene, Who craves to come aboard. What is your will? Enter two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, There is fome of worth would come aboard; I pray you, To greet them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two Sailors defcend, and board the barge. go on Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, and the two Sailors. Tyr. Sail. Sir, This is the man that can, in aught you would, Lyf. Hail, reverend fir! The gods preserve you! Hel. Hel. And you, fir, to out-live the age I am, And die as I would do. Lyf. You wish me well. Being on fhore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Seeing this goodly veffel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are. Lyf. I am governor of this place you lie before. Our veffel is of Tyre, in it the king; A man, who for this three months hath not spoken But to prorogue his grief. Lyf. Upon what ground is his diftemperature? But the main grief of all springs from the lofs Lyf. May we not fee him, then? Hel. You may indeed, fir, But bootless is your fight; he will not speak To any. Lyf. Yet, let me obtain my wish. Hel. Behold him, fir: [PERICLES difcovered.] this was a goodly perfon, Till the difafter, that, one mortal night, Drove him to this. Lyf. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preferve you! Hail, Hail, royal fir! Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. 1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durft wager, Would win fome words of him. Lyf. 'Tis well bethought. She, queftionlefs, with her fweet harmony. And And make a battery through his deafen'd parts, She, all as happy as of all the fairest, Is, with her fellow maidens, now within The leafy shelter that abuts against The ifland's fide. [He whispers one of the attendant Lords.-Exit Lord, in the barge of LYSIMACHUS. Hel. Sure all's effect lefs; yet nothing we'll omit Wherein we are not deftitute for want, O, fir, a courtesy, Lyf. Hel. Sit, fir, I will recount it ; But fee, I am prevented. Enter, from the barge, Lord, MARINA, and a young Lady. The lady that I fent for. Welcome, fair one! Is't not a goodly prefence? Hel. A gallant lady. Lyf. She's fuch, that were I well affur'd fhe came If If that thy profperous-artificial feat Can draw him but to answer thee in aught, My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided none but I and my companion Mar. Hail, fir! my lord, lend ear:--- Mar. I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, Who ftood equivalent with mighty kings: [Afide. Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentageTo equal mine!-was it not thus ? what fay you? Mar. I faid, my lord, if you did know my parentage, You would not do me violence. Per. I do think fo. You I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me. |