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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
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry;
That even her art fifters the natural roses;

Her incle, filk, twin with the rubied cherry:
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the curfed bawd. Here we her place;
And to her father turn our thoughts again,

Where we left him, on the fea. We there him loft;
Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coaft
Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd
God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence
Lyfimachus our Tyrian fhip efpies,

His banners fable, trimm'd with rich expence ;
And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your fuppofing once more put your fight;
Of heavy Pericles think this the bark:

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,
And in it is Lyfimachus the governor,

Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?
Hel. That he have his. Call up fome gentlemen.
Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.

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,
Refolve you.

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.
Hel. First, fir, what is your place?

Lyf. I am governor of this place you lie before.
Hel. Sir,

Our veffel is of Tyre, in it the king;

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken
To any one, nor taken sustenance,

But to prorogue his grief.

Lyf. Upon what ground is his diftemperature?
Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;

But the main grief of all springs from the lofs
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

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 other choice attractions, would allure,

And

And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
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 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
That bears recovery's name. But, fince your kindness
We have ftretch'd thus far, let us befeech you further,
That for our gold we may provision have,

Wherein we are not deftitute for want,
But weary for the ftaleness.

O, fir, a courtesy,

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

Hel.

Sit, fir, I will recount it ;

But fee, I am prevented.

Enter, from the barge, Lord, MARINA, and a young Lady.

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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
Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd with
No better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair one, all goodness that confifts in bounty
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient :

If

If that thy profperous-artificial feat

Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy facred phyfick fhall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

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My utmost skill in his recovery,

Provided none but I and my companion
Be fuffer'd to come near him.

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Mar. Hail, fir! my lord, lend ear:---
Per. Hum! ha!

Mar.

I am a maid,

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
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors

Who ftood equivalent with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and aukward casualties
Bound me in fervitude.-I will defift;
But there is fomething glows upon my cheek,
And whispers mine ear, Go not till he speak.

[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.

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