Sim.
O, attend, my daughter;
Princes, in this, should live like gods above,
Who freely give to every one that comes
To honour them: and princes, not doing so,
Are like to gnats, which make a sound, but
Are wonder'd at.
[kill'd
Therefore, to make's entrance more sweet,
Here say, we drink this standing-bowl of wine
to him.

Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me
Unto a stranger knight to be so bold;
He may my proffer take for an offence,
Since men take women's gifts for impudence.
Sim. How!

Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please
me better.
[dside.
Sim. And further tell him, we desire to know,
Of whence he is, his name, and parentage.
Thai. The king, my father, sir, has drunk to
Per. I thank him.

[you. Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life. Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.

Thai. And further he desires to know of you, Of whence you are, your name and parentage.

Per. A gentleman of Tyre-(my name, PeriMy education being in arts and arms):- [cles, Who looking for adventures in the world, Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men, And, after shipwreck, driven upon this shore.

Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself
A gentleman of Tyre, who only by [Pericles,
Misfortune of the seas has been bereft
Of ships and men, and cast upon this shore.
Sim. Now by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
And will awake him from his melancholy.
Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
And waste the time, which looks for other revels.
Even in your armours, as you are address'd,
Will very well become a soldier's dance.
I will not have excuse, with saying, this
Loud musick is too harsh for ladies' heads;
Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.
[The Knights dance.
So, this was well ask'd, 'twas so well perform'd.
Come, sir;

Here is a lady that wants breathing too:
And I have often heard, you knights of Tyre
Are excellent in making ladies trip:
And that their measures are as excellent.
Per. In those that practise them, they are,
my lord.
Sim. O, that's as much, as you would be de-
[The Kaights and Ladies dance.
Of your fair courtesy.-Unclasp, unclasp;
Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well;
But you the best. [To PERICLES.] Pages and
lights, conduct

nied

Enter Three Lords.

1 Lord. See, not a man in private conference, Or council, has respect with him but he.

2 Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof:

3 Lord. And curst be he that will not second it. 1 Lord. Follow me then: Lord Helicane, a word. [my lords. Hel. With me? and welcome: Happy day, 1 Lord. Know, that our griefs are risen to the top,

And now at length they overflow their banks. Hel. Your griefs, for what? wrong not the

prince you love.

[cane,

1 Lord. Wrong not yourself then, noble HeliBut if the prince do live, let us salute him, Or know what ground's made happy by his breath.

If in the world he live, we'll seek him out;
If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there;
And be resolv'd he lives to govern us,
Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral,
And leaves us to our free election.

2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest in our censure:

And knowing this kingdom, if without a head (Like goodly buildings left without a roof), Will soon to ruin fall, your noble self, That best know'st how to rule, and how to We thus submit unto,-our sovereign. [reign, All. Live, noble Helicane! [frages:

Hel. Try, honour's cause, forbear your sufIf that you love prince Pericles, forbear. Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease. A twelvemonth longer, let me then entreat you To forbear choice i' the absence of your king; If in which time expir'd, he not return, I shall with aged patience bear your yoke. But if I cannot win you to this love, Go search like noblemen, like noble subjects, And in your search spend your adventurous worth;

Whom if you find, and win unto return,

You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.

1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not And, since Lord Helicane enjoineth us, [yield; We with our travels will endeavour it.

Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands;

When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Pentapolis. A Room in the Palace. Enter SIMONIDES, reading a Letter; the Knights meet him.

1 Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides. [you know. Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let That for this twelvemonth, she'll not undertake A married life.

Her reason to herself is only known,
Which from herself by no means can I get.
2 Knight. May we not get access to her, my
lord?
[tied her
Sim. 'Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly
To her chamber, that it is impossible.
One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's
livery;

This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd,
And on her virgin honour will not break it.
3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we
take our leaves.
[Exeunt.
Sim. So
Tletter:
They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's
She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight,
Or never more to view nor day nor light.
Mistress, 'tis well, your choice agrees with mine;
I like that well:-nay, how absolute she's in't,
Not minding whether I dislike or no!
Well, I commend her choice;
And will no longer have it be delay'd.
Soft, here he comes:-I must dissemble it.
Enter PERICLES.

Per. All fortune to the good Simonides!
Sim. To you as much, sir! I am beholden to
you,

For your sweet musick this last night: my ears,
I do protest, were never better fed
With such delightful pleasing harmony.

Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend; Not my desert.

Sim.

Sir, you are musick's master.

Per. The worst of all her scholars, my good

lord.

Sim. Let me ask one thing. What do you My daughter? [think, sir, of Per. As of a most virtuous princess. Sim. And she is fair too, is she not? Per. As a fair day in summer; wondrous fair Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you; Ay. so well, sir, that you must be her master, And she'll your scholar be; therefore look to it. Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster, Sim. She thinks not so; peruse this writing Per. What's here?

(else.

A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre?
'Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life. [Aside.
O, seek not to entrap, my gracious lord,
A stranger, and distressed gentleman,
That never aim'd so high, to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and A villain. [thou art

Per. By the gods, I have not, sir. Never did thought of mine levy offence; Nor never did my actions yet commence A deed might gain her love, or your displeasure. Sim. Traitor, thou liest.

Per.

Sim.

Traitor!

Ay, traitor, sir. Per. Even in his throat (unless it be the king), That calls me traitor, I return the lie.

Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage. Aside.

Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, That never relish'd of a base descent.

1 came unto your court, for honour's cause,
And not to be a rebel to her state;
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.
Sim. No!-

Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.

Enter THAISA.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue

Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;
No din but snores, the house about,
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Of this most pompous marriage-feast.
The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole:
And cricket's sing at th' oven's mouth,
As the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded :-Be attent,
And time that is so briefly spent,
With your fine fancies quaintly eche;
What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.
Dumb Show.

Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with
Attendants: a Messenger meets them, kneels,
and gives PERICLES a Letter, PERICLES shows it
to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former.
Then enter THAISA with child, and LycнORIDA.
SIMONIDES Shows his Daughter the Letter; she
rejoices: she and PERICLES take leave of her Fa-
ther, and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c, retire,
Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch,
Of Pericles the careful search
By the four opposing coignes,
Which the world together joins,
Is made, with all due diligence,
That horse, and sail, and high expense,
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre
(Fame answering the most strong inquire),
To the court of King Simonides
Are letters brought; the tenour these:
Antiochus and his daughter's dead;
The men of Tyrus, on the head
Of Helicanus would set on

The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
The mutiny there he hastes t' oppress;
Says to them, if King Pericles
Come not home, in twice six mcons,
He, obedient to their dooms,

Will take the crown. The sum of this.

Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Y-ravished the regions round,
And every one with claps 'gan sound,
Our heir apparent is a king:

Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre:
His queen, with child, makes her desire
(Which who shall cross?) along to go
(Omit we all their dole and woe);
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood
Varies again; the grizzled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth,
That, as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives.
The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near!
Doth fall in travail with her fear:
And what ensues in this fell storm,
Shall, for itself, itself perform.
I nill relate; action may
Conveniently the rest convey:

Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination hold

This stage, the ship, upon whose deck
The sea-tost prince appears to speak.
SCENE I.

[Exit.

Enter PERICLES on a Ship at Sea. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges, [that hast Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Having call'd them from the deep! O still thy deaf'ning, [nimble Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy Sulphureous flashes !-O how, Lychorida, How does my queen! Thou storm, thou! venomously

Wilt thou spit all thyself?-The scaman's
Is as a whisper in the ears of death, [whistle
Unheard.-Lychorida!-Lucina, O

Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs
Of my queen's travails!-Now, Lychorida-
Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.

Enter Two Sailors.

1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you. Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw; It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, I would, it would be quiet.

1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not. wilt thou? Blow and split thyself.

2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not.

1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard: the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead.

Per. That's your superstition.

1 Sail. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it still hath been observed; and we are strong in custom. Therefore briefly yield her, for she must overboard straight.

Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen!

Lyc. Here she lies, sir.

[dear, Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my No light, no fire; the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale, And humming watermusto'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells. Lychorida, Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink, and paper, My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe Upon the pillow: hie thee, whiles I say A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman. [Exit LYCHORIDA.

2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches caulk'd and bitumed ready. Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is 2 Sail. We are near Tharsus. Per. Thither, gentle mariner. Alter thy course for Tyre. reach it?

[this?

When canst thou

Enter PHILEMON.

Phil. Doth my lord call?

Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men; It has been a turbulent and stormy night. Serv. I have been in many; but such a night Till now I ne'er endur'd. [as this, Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return; There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, And tell me how it works.

[To PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHILEMON, Servant, and those who had been shipwrecked. Enter Two Gentlemen.

1 Gent.

Good morrow, sir. 2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Cer. Why do you stir so early?

1 Gent. Sir,

Gentlemen

Our lodging, standing bleak upon the sea,

Nature should be so conversant with pain,
Being thereto not compell'd.

Cer,
I held it ever,
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
Than nobleness and riches; careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
Have studied physick, through which secret art,
By turning o'er authorities, I have
(Together with my practice) made familiar
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
And I can speak of the disturbances
That nature works, and of her cures; which gives
A more content in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
To please the fool and death. [pour'd forth
2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves,
Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd:
And not your knowledge, personal pain, but

even

[me

Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!Did the sea cast it up?

Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, As toss'd it upon shore. Cer. Come, wrench it open; Soft, soft!-it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour.

Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,-up with it. O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse! 1 Gent. Most strange! [entreasur'd Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and With bags of spices full! A passport too! Apollo, perfect me i' the characters!

[Unfolds a scroll. [Reads.

Here I give to underst ind
(If e'er this coffin drive a land),

1, king Pericles, have lost

This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
Who finds her, give her burying,
She was the daughter of a king:
Besides this treasure for a fee,
The gols requite his charity!

If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart

That even cracks for woe!-This chanc'd to

2 Gent. Most likely, sir. Cer.

[night. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks!-They were too rough,

That threw her in the sea. Make fire within;
Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet,
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
By good appliance was recover'd.

Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire.
Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.--
The rough and woful music that we have,
Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. [block!-
The vial once more;-How thou stirr'st, thou
The musick there.-I pray you, give her air:-
Gentlemen,

This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth
Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranc'd
Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow
Into life's flower again!
1 Gent.
The heavens, sir,
Through you, increase our wonder, and set up
Your fame for ever.
Cer.
She is alive; behold,
Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost,

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
The diamonds of a most praised water
Appear, to make the world twice rich. Olive,
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair crea-
ture,
[She moves.

Rare as you seem to be! Thai. O dear Diana, Where am I? Where's my lord? What world 2 Gent. Is not this strange? [is this? 1 Gent. Most rare. Cer. Hush, gentle neighbours, Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear

her.

Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come; And Esculapius guide us!

Exeunt, carrying THAISA away. SCENE III. Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZa, Lychorida, and MARINA.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;

My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you! [you mortally,
Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt
Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Dion.
O your sweet queen!
That the strict fates had pleas'd you had
brought her hither,
To have bless'd mine eyes!
Per.

We cannot but obey The powers above us. Could I rage and roar As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom, For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) here I charge your charity withal, and leave her The infant of your care; beseeching you To give her princely training, that she may be Manner'd as she is born.

For which the people's prayers still fall upon you),

Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Should therein make me vile, the common

body,

By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty:
But if to that my nature need a spur,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation!

Per.
I believe you;
Your honour and your goodness teach me credit,
Without your vows. Till she be married,madam,
By bright Diana, who:n we honour all,
Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show will in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.
Dion.
I have one myself,
Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Than yours, my lord.

Per.

Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your grace e'en to the edge

o' the shore;

Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House.
Enter CERIMON and THAISA.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,

Lay with you in your coffer; which are now At your command. Know you the character? Thai. It is my lord's.

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even on my yearning time; but whether there
Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say: But since King Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

Thai, My recompense is thanks, that's all: Yet my good will is great, though the gift [Exeunt.

small.

Art Fourth.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre,
Welcom'd and settled to his own desire.
His woful queen leave at Ephesus,
To Dian there a votaress.

Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In musick, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,
Which makes her both the heart and
Of general wonder. But alack!
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.

And in this kind hath our Cleon

One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight Philoten; and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be:

Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
With fingers long, small, white as milk:
Or when she would with sharp neeld wound
The cambrick, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records with moan: or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Vail to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute Marina: so

With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murder does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
And cursed Dionyza hath

The pregnant instrument of wrath
Prest for this blow. The unborn event
I do commend to your content:

Only I carry winged time

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
Which never could I so convey,

Unless your thoughts went on my way.--
Diony za does appear,

With Leonine, a murderer.

SCENE I.

[Erit.

Tharsus, An open Place near the Seashore.

Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE,

Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it;

'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon,
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
Which is but cold, inflaming love, thy bosom
Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
Even woman have cast off, melt thee, but be
A soldier to thy purpose.

Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her.
Here

Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death.
Thou art resolv'd?
Leon.

I am resolv'd.

mar it,

Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick there