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Thai. It is my lord's.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak
That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Diana's temple is not distant far,
Even on my yearping time; but whether there Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
I cannot rightly say: but since king Pericles, Shall there attend you.
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall sce again,

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all ; A vestal livery will I take me to,

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. And never more have joy.

[ereunt. ACT IV. Enter Gower.

'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,

Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so soon, Welcom'd to his own desire.

To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience His woful queen leave at Ephess,

Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom, To Dian there a votaress.

Inflame too nicely: nor let pity, which Now to Marina bend your mind,

Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Whom our fast growing scene must find

A soldier to thy purpose. At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creaturo In music, letters; who hath gain'd

Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. Of education all the grace,

Here Which makes her both the heart and place | Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Of general wonder. But alack!

Thou art resoly'd ? That monster envy, oft the wrack

Leon. I am resolv'd. Of earned praise, Marina's life

Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. Seeks to take off by treason's knife.

Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, And in this kind hath our Cleon

To strew thy green with flowers: the yellowe One daughter, and a wench full grown,

blues, Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid The purple violets, and marigolds, Hight Philoten: and it is said

Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, For certain in our story, she

While summer days do last. Ah me! poor mald, Would never with Marina be:

Born in a tempest, when my mother died, Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk This world to me is like a lasting storm, With fingers, long, small, wbite as milk; Whirring me from my friends. Or when she would with sharp neeld wound Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep The cambric, which she made more sound

alone ?

(not By hurting it; or when to the lute

How chance my daughter is not with you? Do She sung, and made the night-bird mute, Consume your blood with sorrowing : you have That still records with moan: or when A purse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd She would with rich and constant pen With this unprofitable woe! Come, come; [it. Vail to her mistress Dian; still

Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar This Philoten contends in skill

Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick there, With absolute Marina: 80

Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come;-
With the dove of Paphos might the crow Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
Vie feathers white.
Marina gets

Mar. No, I pray you ;
All praises, which are paid as debts, I'll not bereave you of your servant.
And not as given. This so darks

Dion. Come, come;
In Philoten all graceful marks,

I love the king your father, and yourself, That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,

With more than foreign heart. We every day A present murderer does prepare

Expect him here: when he shall come, and find For good Marina, that her daughter Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, Might stand peerless by this slaughter. He will repent the breath of his great voyage, The sooner her vile thoughts to steed, Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta’en Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;

Nu care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, And cursed Dionyza hath

Walk, and be checrful once again ; reserve The pregnant instrument of wrath

That excellent complexion, which did steal Prest for this blow. The unborn event The eyes of young and old.

Care not for me; I do commend to your content;

I can go home alone.
Only I carry winged time

Mar. Well, I will go;
Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; But yet I have no desire to it.
Which never could I so convey,

Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Unless your thoughts went on my way.-- Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; Dionyza does appear,

Remember what I have said. With Leonine, a murderer.

[erit. Leon. I warrant you, madam. OSNU L THARSUS. AN OPEN PLACE NEAR THE SEA. Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for awhile •

Enter Dionyza and Leonine. [to do it: Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou last sworn What! I must have a care of y: 0.

Mar. Thanks, sivcet madam.- (exit Dionyza. Boult. Sir. Is this wind westerly that blows?

Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene Leon. South-west.

is full of gallants. We lost too much money this Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. mart, by being too wenchless. Leon. Was't so?

Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear

We have but poor three, and they can do no more But cry'd, good seamen/ to the sailors, galling than they can do; and with continual action are His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes ; even as good as rotten. And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea

Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder- we pay for them. If there be not a conscience tackle

to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. Wash'd off a canvass-climber: Hal says one,

Bawd. Thou say'st true : 'tis not the bringing Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, up of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain up some eleven whistles,

Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down The master calls, and trebles their confusion. again. But I shall search the market? Leon. And when was this?

Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a Mar. It was, when I was born :

strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so Never was waves nor wind more violent.

pitifully sodden. Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily

Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwholeMar. What mean you?

some, o'conscience.

The poor Transilvanian is Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, dead, that lay with the little baggage. I grant it: pray; but be not tedious,

Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made For the gods are quick of car, and I am sworn him roast-meat for worms: but I'll go search the To do my work with haste.

market.

[crit. Mar. Why will you kill me ?

Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as Leon. To satisfy my lady.

pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over, Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?

Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a Now, as I can remember, by my troth,

shame to get when we are old ? I never did her hurt in all my life;

Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the comI never spake bad word, nor did ill turn

modity; nor the commodity wages not with thu To any living creature: believe me, la,

danger ; therefore, if in our youths we could pick I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:

up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep I trod upon a worm against my will,

our door hatched. Besides, the sore terms we But I wept for it. How have I offended, stand upon with the gods, will be strong with us Wherein my death might yield her profit, or for giving over. My life imply her danger ?

Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as wc. Leon. My commission.

Pand. As well as we? ay, and better too; we Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. it's no calling :-but here comes Boult. You are well-favour'd, and your looks foresho sv Enter the Pirates and Boult, dragging in Marina. You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, Boult. Come your ways. [to Marina.]— My When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: masters, you say she's a virgin ? Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now: 1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not. Your lady seeks my life; come you between,

Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this And save poor me, the weakcr.

piece, you see : if you like her, so; if not, I have Leon. I am sworn,

lost my earnest. And will despatch.

Bawd. Boult, has she any qualitics?

Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! (Leonine runs away. has excellent good clothes; there's no further 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!

necessity of qualities can make her be refused. 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's Bawd. What's her price, Boult? [pieces. have her aboard suddenly. [exeunt Pirates with Mar. Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand

Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall Re-enter Leonine.

have your inoney presently. Wife, take her in; Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate instruct her what she has to do, that she may but And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: (Valdes; be raw in her entertainment. There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead,

[exeunt Punder and Pirates. And thrown into the sea. - But I'll see further ; Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the Perhaps they will but please themselves upon ber, colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with Not carry her aboard. If she remain,

warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. give most, shall have her first. Such a maiden

[exit. head were no cheap thing, if men were as they A ROOM IN A BROTHEL. have been. Get this done as I command you. Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

Boult. Performance shall follow. (erit Ecult. Pand. Boult.

Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow.

Entiert werde, whilst Marina is struggling.

SCENE II.

THE SAME.

SCENE III.

MITYLENE,

SCENE IV.

THARSUS.

(He should have struck, not spoke;) or that these for your bride goes that with shame, which is her Estos pirates

way to go with warrant. (Not enough barbarous), had not overboard Boult. 'Faith some do, and some do not. But, Thrown me, to seek my mother!

mistress, if I have bargained for the joint, Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?

Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. Mar. That I am pretty.

[you. Boult. I may so. Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, Mar. I accuse them not.

I like the manner of your garments well. Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not bo

Mar. The more my fault [are like to live. changed yet. To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town:

Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. report what a sojourner we have; you'll losa Mar. No.

nothing by custom. When nature framed this Bawd. Yes, ivdeed, shall you, and taste gentle piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore say men of all fashions. You shall fare well; you what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest shall have the difference of all complexions. What! out of thine report. do you stop your ears?

Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall Mar. Are you a woman? [a woman? not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined.

I'll bring Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. home some to-night.

Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling; I think I Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. shall have something to do with you. Come, Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, you are a young foolish sapling, and must be Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. bowed as I would have you.

Diana, aid my purpose ! Mar. The gods defend me!

Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by you, will you go with us?

[e.rcunt. men, then men must comfort you, men must feed

A ROOM IN CLEON'S HOUSE you, men must stir you up.-- Boult's returned.

Enter Cleon and Dionyza.
Enter Boult..

Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter

Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon ! her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. Dion. I think

Bawd. And I pr’ythee tell me, how dost thou You'll turn a child again. find the inclination of the people, especially of the Cle. Were I chief lord of all this spacious world, younger sort?

I'd give it to undo the deed.

O lady, Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess bave hearkened to their father's testament. There To equal any single crown o’the earth, was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, to bed to her very description.

Whom thou hast poison'd too! Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness his best ruff on.

Becoming well thy feat : what canst thou say, Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you When noble Pericles shall demand his child? know the French knight that cowers i'the hams? : Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the Bawd. Who? Monsieur Veroles ? ET I To foster it, nor ever to preserve.

[fates, Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the pro- She died by night; I'll say so. Who can cross it: clamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore Unless you play the impious innocent, he would see her to-morrow.

And for an honest attribute, cry out, Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his She died by foul play. disease hither : here he does but repair it. I know, Cle. O, go to. Well, well, he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods in the sun.

Do like this worst. Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a tra- Dion. Be one of those, that think veller, we should lodge them with this sign. The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,

Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You And open this to Pericles. I do shame have fortunes coming upon you, Mark me; you To think of what a noble strain you are, must seem to do that fearfully, which you com- And of how cow'd a spirit. mit willingly; to despise protit, where

you

have Cle. To such proceeding most gain. To weep that you live as you do, Who ever but his approbation added, makes pity in your lovers : seldom, but that pity Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a From honourable courses. mere profit.

Dion. Be it so then : Mar. I understand you not.

Yet none does know, but you, how she came deal Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. home: these blushes of hers must be quenched She did disdain my child, and stood between with some present practice.

Her and her fortunes: none would look on bir Bawd. Thou say'st true, j'faith, so they must : But cast their gazes on Marina's face;

Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the earth;

Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough; Hath Thetis birth-child on the heavens bestow'd: And though you call my course unnatural,

Wherefore she does (and swears she'll never stint.) Yet not your child well loving, yet I find,

Make raging battery upon shores of flint. It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness, No visor does become black villainy, Perform'd to your sole daughter.

So well as soft and tender flattery. Cle. Heavens forgive it!

Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, Dion. And as for Pericles,

And bear his courses to be ordered What should he say? We wept after her hearse, By lady Fortune; while our scenes display And even yet we mourn: her monument

His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day, Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs

In her unholy service. Patience then, In glittering golden characters express

And think you now are all in Mitylen. A general praise to her, and care in us

SCENE V. MITYLENE. BEFORE THE BROTHEL. At whose expense 'tis done.

Enter, from the Brothel, two Gentlemen. Cle. Thou art like the harpy,

1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like? Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place Seize with an eagle's talons.

as this, sbe being once gone. Dion. You are like one that superstitiously 1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies ; did you ever dream of such a thing ? But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [ereunt. 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more Enter Gower, before the Monument of Marina at bawdy-houses: shall we go hear the vestals sing? Tharsus.

1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues but I am out of the road ofrutting, for ever. [ereunt. 18 make short;

SCENE VI. THE SAME. A ROOM IN THE BROTHEL. Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't;

Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult. Making (to take your imagination,)

Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth From bourn to bourn, region to region.

of her, she had ne'er come here. By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime Bawd. Fie, fie, upon her; she is able to freeze To use one language in each several clime, the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. To learn of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach you When she should do for clients her fitment, and The stages of our story. Pericles

do me the kindness of our profession, she has me Is now again thwarting the wayward seas her quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her (Attended on by many a lord and knight) prayers, her knees ;; that she would make a puritan To see his daughter, all his life's delight.

of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her. Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late

Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disAdvanc'd in time to great and high estate, ? furnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind

swearers priests. Old Helicanus goes along behind. [brought. Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds have for me! This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought; Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,) but by the way to the pox. Here comes the To fetch his daughter bome, who first is gone. Lord Lysimachus, disguised. Like motes and shadows see them move awhile; Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

the peevish baggage would but give way to

customers. Enter, at one door, Pericles with his Train; Cleon

Enter Lysimachus. & Dionyza at the other.Clcon 'shows Pericles Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities? the tomb of Marina ; whereat Pericles mahes Bawd. Now, the gods to bless your honour! lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty Boult. I am glad to see your bonour in good passion departs. Then Cleon and Dionyza retire. health. Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! Lys. You may so'; 'tis the better for you that This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, [shower'd, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er- deal withal, and defy the surgeon ? Leaves Tbarsus, and again embarks. He swears

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she wouldNever to wash his face, nor cut his hairs ; but there never came her like in Mitylene. He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit Bawd. Your bonour knows what 'tis to say, The epitaph is for Marina writ [monument. well enough. By wicked Dionyza. [reads inscription on

the Lys. Well; call forth, call fortb.

Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, Who withér'd in her spring of year.

you shall see a rose: and she were a rose indeed, She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter.

if she bad but On whom foul death hath made this slaughter : Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,

Lys. What, prythee? :/

DUMB SHOW.

would'st say.

Boull. O, sir, I can be modest.

Where, since I came, diseases have been 'sold Lys That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no Dearer than physic,-0 that the good gous less that it gives a good report to a number to be Would set me free from this unballow'd place, baste.

Though they did change me to the meanest bird Enter Marina.

That flies i'the purer air! Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the Lys. I did not think stalk ;-never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dreava'd sbe not a fair creature ?

thou could'st. Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, (thee: at sea. Well, there's for you ;-leave us.

Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gola tur Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: Perséver still in that clear way thou goest, & word, and I'll have done presently:

And the gods strengthen thee! Lys. I beseech you, do.

Mar. The gods preserve you! Bawd. First, I would have you note, that this is Lys. For me, be you thoughten n honourable man. [to Marina,whom she takes aside. That I came with no ill intent; for to me

Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may wor- The very doors and windows savour vilely. thily note him.

Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. and a man whom I am bound to.

Hold; here's more gold for thee.Mar. If he govern this country, you are bound A curse upon him, die he like a thief, (from me, to him indeed ; but how honourable he is in that, That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st I know not.

It shall be for thy good. (as Lysimachus is putting Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal

up his purse, Boult enters. fencing, will you use him kindly? He will line Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me your apron with gold.

Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper ! your Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thank- But for this virgin that doth prop it up, [house, fully receive.

Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away! Lys. Have you done?

(erit Lysimachus. Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must

Boult. How's this? We must take another take some pains to work her to your manage.

course with you. If your peevish chastity, which Come, we will leave his honour and her together. is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country

[exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boult. under the cope, shall undo a whole household, les Lys. Go thy ways.- Now, pretty one, how long me be gelded, like a spaniel. Come your ways. have you been at this trade.

Mar. Whither would you have me? Mar. What trade, sir?

Boult. I must bave your maidenhead taken off, Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. or the common hangman shall execute it. Come

Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven Please you to name it.

away.
Come your ways,

say. Lys. How long have you been of this profession?

Re-enter Bawd. Mar. Ever since I can remember.

Bawd. How now! what's the matter? Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; she has gamester at five, or at seven?

here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus. Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.

Bawd. O abominable ! Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims Boult. She makes our profession as it were to you to be a creature of sale.

stink afore the face of the gods. Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of Bawd. Marty, hang her up for ever! such resort, and will come into it?

Boult. The pobleman would have dealt with you are of honourable parts, and are the governor her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as

cold as a snow-ball; saying his prayers too. Lys. Why, hath your principal made known Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy unto you who I am ?

pleasure: crack the glass of her virginity, and Mar. Who is my principal?

make the rest malleable. Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you than she is, she shall be ploughed. bave heard something of my power, and so stand

Mar. Hark, hark, you gods! aloof for more serious wooing. But I protest to Baud. She conjures : away with her. Would thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, she had never come within my doors! Marry or else, look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me hang you! she's born to undo us. Will you not to some private place. Come, come.

go the way of women-kind ? Marry come up, Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now; my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! If put upon you, make the judgment good That thought you worthy of it.

Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me Lys. How's this? how's this ?-some more ;-be Mar. Whither would you have me? Mar. For me,

(sage. Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so $}iat am a maid, though must ungentle fortune Mar. Prythee tell me one thing first. [dear, Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome stye, Boult. Come now, your one thing.

I hear say,

of this place.

[c.rit bawah

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