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modity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger;' therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not 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, and 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

- the commodity wages not with the danger ;] i. e. is not eqnal 10 it.

I have gone thorough-] i. e. I have bid a high price for her, gone far in my attempt to purchase her.

t hat she may not be raw in her entertainment.] Unripe, unskilful.

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


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?

Bawd. What would you have me be, an I 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

Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. .. A Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters

deep, Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. Diana, aid my purpose!

sáva Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? . . . [Exeunt1

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!.bax Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House.

· Enter Cleon and DIONÝZA... Soil T Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter ..

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. . You'll turn a child again.

Pits2 Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady, " Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess", To equal any single crown o'the earth, 10m I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, Whom thou hast poison'd too! .. If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Becoming well thy feat:4 what canst thou say, When noble Pericles shall demand his child?

Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, To foster it, nor ever to preserve." She died by night; I'll say so. Who can cross it?' A Unless you play the impious innocent, com

The le 4 Becoming well thy feat:] Feat, i.e. of a piece with the rest of thy exploit. .


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. . 's Unless you play the impious innocent,] She calls him, an impious şimpleton, because such a discovery would touch the life of one of his own family, his wife. An innocent was formerly a coma-wul mon appellation for an idiot.


And for an honest attribute, cry out, : ..
She died by foul play.

O, go to. Well, well,
Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.

Be one of those, that think
The pretty 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..

To such proceeding
Who ever but his approbation added,
Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow
From honourable courses.

. . Be it so then:
Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,
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 enterprize 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

- a malkin, Not worth the time of day.] A malkin is a coarse wench. Not worth the time of day, is, not worth a good day, or, gồod morrow; 'undeserving the most common and usual salutation ,

7 It greets me,] Perhaps it greets me, may mean, it pleases me; c'est a mon gré. If greet be used in its ordinary sense of satuting or meeting with congratulation, it is surely a very harsh phrase.


Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expence '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 flies; But yet I know you'll do as I advise. 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 fort;
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

To learn of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach

- you
The stages of our story. Pericles
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
(Attended on by many a lord and knight,)
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Advanc'd in time to great and high estate,

Making, (to take your imagination,)

From bourn to bourn,] Making, &c. is travelling (with the hope of engaging your attention) from one division or boundary of the world to another; i. e. we hope to interest you by the variety of our scene, and the different countries through which we pursue our story.

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