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." 5 [Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the equal to it. 6 the commodity wages not with the danger ;] i. e. is not I have gone thorough-] i. e. I have bid a high price for her, gone far in my attempt to purchase her. 7 that 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 you. Mar. I accuse them not. Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where like to live. Mar. The more my fault, To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. Mar. No. you are 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. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. Diana, aid my purpose! Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? SCENE IV. Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon! Dion. You'll turn a child again. I think 12 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 A If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Becoming well thy feat: what canst thou say, 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? Unless you play the impious innocent, 5 ཐ 4 Becoming well thy feat:] Feat, i. e. of a piece with the rest of thy exploit. L 5 Unless you play the impious innocent,] She calls him, an impious simpleton, because such a discovery would touch the life of one of his own family, his wife. An innocent was formerly a com mon appellation for an idiot. And for an honest attribute, cry out, She died by foul play. Cle. O, go to. Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Do like this worst. Dion. Cle. To such proceeding From honourable courses. Dion. Be it so then: Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, She did disdain my child, and stood between Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, Cle. Dion. And as for Pericles, Heavens forgive it! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, 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, good 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 șaluting or meeting with congratulation, it is surely a very harsh phrase. VOL. VIII. Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs Cle. 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; 8 Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't; you, 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, 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. |