Whom thou hast poison'd too! If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Becoming well thy feat: 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? Unless you play the impious innocent,6 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 Dion. Be one of those, that think The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, Cle. To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added, Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow From honourable courses. Dion. 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 But cast their gazes on Marina's face; 5 i. e. Of a piece with the rest of thy exploit. An innocent was formerly a common appellation for an idiot. 7 A coarse wench, not worth a good morrow. Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough; Cle. Dion. And as for Pericles, Heavens forgive it! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, And even yet we mourn: her monument Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs Cle. Thou art like the harpy, 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 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 gaps to teach you • Only. I From one boundary to another. 9 Travelling. The stages of our story. Pericles Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought; 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'er- Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears 2 His body. And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit3 By wicked Dionyza. [Reads the inscription on MARINA'S Mo nument. The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter, On whom foul death hath made this slaughter; Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the earth; SCENE V. Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel. 1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like ? [Exit. 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone. 3 To know. 4 The sea. s Never cease. 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 bawdyhouses: 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. 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. When she Bawd. Fye, fye upon her; she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. 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. |