The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare

less than it gives a good report to a number to Persever still in that clear way thou goest, be chaste. And the gods strengthen thee! Mar. The gods preserve you! Lys.

Enter MARINA.

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk;-never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair creature?

For me, be you thoughten That I came with no ill intent; for to me The very doors and windows savour vilely. Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voy-Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and age at sea. Well, there's for you;-leave us. Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done presently. Lys, I beseech you, do.

Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man.

[To MARINA, whom she takes aside, Mar, I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

Baud. Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed-but how honourable he is in that, I know not.

Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold.

Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankLys. Have you done? [fully receive. Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her together. [Exeunt Bawd, PANDAR, and BOULT. Lys. Go thy ways.-Now, pretty one, how long have you been in this trade?

Mar. What trade, sir?

Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.

Lys. How long have you been of this profesMar. Ever since I can remember. [sion? Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a gamester at five, or at seven?

Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims you to be a creature of sale.

Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.

Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am.

Mar. Who is my principal?

Lys. Why, your herb-woman-she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity, O, you have heard something of my power,and so stand aloof for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. Come, come. Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now; If put upon you, make the judgment good That thought you worthy of it.

Lys. How's this? how's this?-Some more; Mar. For me, [-be sage. That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune Hath placed me here within this loathsome stie, Where, since I came, diseases have been sold Dearer than physick,-O that the good gods Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Though they did change me to the meanest bird That flies i' the purer air!

I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.Hold-here's more gold for thee.

A curse upon him, die he like a thief, That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st It shall be for thy good. [from me, [AS LYSIMACHUS is putting up his Purse,

BOULT enters.

Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Lys. Avaunt,thou damned door-keeper! Your But for this virgin that doth prop it up, [house, Would sink and overwhelm you all. Away! [Exit LYSIMACHUS.

Boult. How's this! We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.

Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say. Re-enter Bawd.

Bawd. How now! what's the matter? Boult. Worse and worse, mistress-she has here spoken holy words to the Lord Lysimachus. Bawd. O abominable!

Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods.

Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever! Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a snow-ball: saying his prayers too.

Baud. Boult, take her away-use her at thy pleasure-crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.

Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed. Miar, Hark, hark, you gods!

Bawd. She conjures-away with her. 'Would, she had never come within my doors! Marry, hang you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way of womankind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Ecit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with Mar. Whither would you have me? [ine. Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.

Mar. 'Pr'thee tell me one thing first. Boult, Come now, your one thing. Mar. What caust thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress.

Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou

art,

Since they do better thee in their command. Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend

of hell would not in reputation change: [trel
Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coys-
That hither comes inquiring for his tib;
To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy ear
Is liable; thy very food is such
As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven

years for the loss of a leg, and have not money
enough in the end to buy him a wooden one?
Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman;
Any of these ways are better yet than this:
For that which thou professest, a baboon,
Could he but speak, would own a name too dear.
O that the gods would safely from this place
Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee.
If that thy master would gain aught by me,
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
And I will undertake all these to teach.
I doubt not but this populous city will
Yield many scholars.

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house.

Boult, Well, I will see what I can do for thee; if I can place thee, I will.

Mar. But, amongst honest women? Bouit. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their consent: therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways.

composes

Art Fifth.

Enter GOWER.

[Exeunt.

Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and
Into an honest house our story says. (chances
She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays :
Deep clerks she dumbs, and with her neeld
[herry;
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or
That even her art sisters the natural roses:
Her inkle silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Where we left him, on the sea. We there him
lost:

Whence driven before the winds, he is arriv'd
Here where his daughter dwells: and on this

Sir, theres a barge put off from Mitylene,
And in it is Lysimachus, the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?
Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentle-

men.

Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
Enter Two Gentlemen.

[pray you,

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?
Hel. Gentlemen,
There is some of worth would come aboard; I
To greet them fairly.

The Gentlemen and the Two Sailors descend,
and go on board the Barge.

Enter, from thence LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the
Tyrian Gentlemen, and the Two Sailors.
Tyr. Sail. Sir,

This is the man that can, in aught you would,
Resolve you.

Lys. Hail, reverend sir! the gods preserve you!
Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
And die as would do.
Lys.
You wish me well.
Being onshore,honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,
I made to it, to know of whence you are.
Hel. First, sir, what is your place?

Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before
Hel. Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king:
A man, who for this three months hath not
To any one, nor taken sustenance, [spoken

But to prorogue his grief.

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief of all springs from the loss
of a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lys. May we not see him, then?
Hel.

You may indeed, sir,
But bootless is your sight; he will not speak

To any.

Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.
Hel. Behold him, sir: [PERICLES discovered.]
this was a goodly person,
Till the disaster, that, one mortal night,
Drove him to this.

Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve
Hail, royal sir!
[you! Hail,
Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.
1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I
Would win some words of him. [durst wager,
Lys.
'Tis well bethought.

She, questionless, with her sweet harmony
And other choice attractions, would allure
And make a battery through his deafen'd parts
Which now are midway stopp'd:
She is all happy as the fairest of all,
And, with her fellow maids, is now upon
The leafy shelter that abuts against

The island's side.

[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.Exit Lord, in the Barge of LYSIMACHUS. Hel. Sure all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit

That bears recovery's name. But, since your
kindness,
[further,
We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you
That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness,

Lys.
O, sir, a courtesy
Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province.-Yet once more

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks,
My lord, that may be, hath endur'd a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.-I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak.

'Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting.
Per. 'Pr'ythee, speak;

Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st
Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace
For the crown'd truth to dwell in; I'll believe
And make my senses credit thy relation, [thee,
To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st
Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back
(Which was when I perceiv'd thee), that thou
Froin good descending?
[cam'st
Mar.
So indeed I did.
Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st
Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury,
And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal
If both were open'd.
[mine,
Mar.
Some such thing indeed
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely.

Per.

Tell thy story;
If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look
Like Patience, gazing on king's graves, and
smiling

Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind
virgin?

Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.
Per.
O, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.

Mar.
Or here I'll cease.

Per.

Patience, good sir,

Nay, I'll be patient; Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, To call thyself Marina.

Mar.

The name Marina
Was given me by one that had some power;
My father, and a king.
Per.

And call'd Marina?

How! a king's daughter?

Mar. You said you would believe me;
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
I will end here.
[Asile. Per.

But are you flesh and blood?

Mar.
For I was born at sea.

[born? Call'd Marina,

Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parent-Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? age[you? No motion? Well; speak on. Where were you To equal mine !-was it not thus? what say And wherefore call'd Marina? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my You would not do me violence. [parentage, Per. I do think so, I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.You are like something that-What countryHere of these shores? [woman? Mar. No, nor of any shores: Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am No other than I appear.

Per.
At sea? thy mother?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who died the very minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Deliver'd weeping.

Per.

O, stop there a little! [weeping. This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be. My dearest wife was like this maid, and such | My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well-where [square brows;

a one

were you bred?

Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I did give o'er.

Per. I will believe you by the syllable Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:--How came you in these parts? where were you bred? [leave me :

My daughter might have been: my queen's I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; And never interrupt you.
As silver voic'd: her eyes as jewel-like,
And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno;
Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them
hungry,
[you live?
The more she gives them speech.-Where do
Mar.Where I am but a stranger: from the deck
You may discern the place.
Per.
Where were you bred?
And how achiev'd you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?
Mar.

Should I tell my history,

Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;

754

SCENE II. The same.

Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir,

Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? PERICLES on the Deck asleep; DIANA appearing

It may be,

You think me an impostor: no, good faith;
I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be.

Per. Ho, Helicanus ! Hel.

Calls my gracious lord?
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general: Tell me, if thou canst,
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?
I know not; but
Hel.
Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Speaks nobly of her.

Lys.
She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.

Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir,
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O'erbear the shores of my mortality, [hither,
And drown me with their sweetness. Ö, come
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again! O Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud
As thunder threatens us; This is Marina.-
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.

First, sir, I pray,

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now My drown'd queen's name (as in the rest thou hast

[doms,

Been godlike perfect), thou'rt the heir of king-
And another life to Pericles thy father.

Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
To say, my mother's name was Thaisa?
Thaisa was my mother, who did end,
The minute I began.

[child.

Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my
Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus
(Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been,
By savage Cleon), she shall tell thee all:
When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge,
She is thy very princess. Who is this?
Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.

Per.

I embrace you, sir.
Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding.
O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what mu-
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him [sick?-
O'er point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
How sure you are my daughter. But what
[musick?
Hel. My lord, I hear none.
Per. None?

The musick of the spheres: list, my Marina.
Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him
Per. Rarest sounds!

Do ye not hear?

Lys.

[way.

Musick? my lord, I hear-
Per. Most heavenly musick:
It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
Hangs on mine eyelids; let me rest. [He sleeps.
Lys. A pillow for his head;
[The Curtain before the Pavilion of PERICLES
is closed.

So leave him all.-Well my companion-friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you.

[Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARIXA,
and attendant Lady.

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife;
To mourn thy crosses with thy daughter's call,
And give them repetition to the life.
Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe:
Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow.
Awake, and tell thy dream. [DIANA disappears.
Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
I will obey thee!-Helicanus!

Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA.
Sir.
Hel.

Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to [strike The inhospitable Cleon; but I am For other service first: toward Ephesus Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.[To HELICANUS. Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore, And give you gold for such provision As our intents will need?

Lys. With all my heart, sir; and when you come ashore,

Gow. Now our sands are almost run:
More a little, and then done.
This, as my last boon, give me
(For such kindness must relieve me),
That you aptly will suppose

What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
The regent made in Mitylin,

To greet the king. So he has thriv'd,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd
To fair Marina; but in no wise
Till he had done his sacrifice,

As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound."
In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd.
And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our king, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful boon.
SCENE III.

[Exit.

The Temple of Diana at Ephesus: THAISA standing near the Altar, as High Priestess; a number of Virgins on each side'; CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending.

Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady. Per. Hail Dian! to perform thy just command, I here confess myself the king of Tyre; Who, frighted from my country, did wed The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis.

At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess, Wears yet the silver livery. She at Tharsus Was nurs'd with Cleon; whom at fourteen years He sought to murder: "but her better stars Brought her to Mitylene: against whose shote

Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance,she
Made known herself my daughter.
Thai.
Voice and favour!-
You are-you are-O royal Pericles!-
[She faints.
Per. What means the woman? she dies! help,
Cer. Noble sir,
[gentlemen!

If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.

Per.

Reverend appearer, no; I threw her overboard with these very arms. Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. Per. 'Tis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady;-O, she's but o'erjoy'd! Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and Found these rich jewels; recover'd her, and Here in Diana's temple. [plac'd her May we see them? Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is [house, Recover'd.

Per.

Thai. O, let me look!

If he be none of mine, my sanctity
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,
Are you not Pericles? Like him you speak,
Like him you are: Did you not name a tempest,
A birth, and death?

Per.
The voice of dead Thaisa!
Thai. That Thaisa am I supposed dead,
And drown'd.

Per. Immortal Dian! Thai. Now I know you better. When we with tears parted Pentapolis, The king, my father, gave you such a ring. [Shows a Ring. Per. This, this; no more, you gods! your present kindness

My heart

Makes my past miseries sport: You shall do well,
That on the touching of her lips, I may
Melt, and no more be seen. O come, be buried
A second time within these arms.
Mar.
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to THATSA.
Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy
flesh, Thaisa;

Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina,
For she was yielded there.
Thai.
Bless'd and mine own!
Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!
Thai.
I know you not.
Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly
I left behind an ancient substitute. [from Tyre,
Can you remember what I call'd the man?
I have nam'd him oft.
'Twas Helicanus then.

Thai.

Reverend sir, The gods can have no mortal officer More like a god than you. Will you deliver How this dead queen relives?

Cer.

I will, my lord. Beseech you, first go with me to my house, Where shall be shown you all was found with her;

How she came placed here within the temple;
No needful thing omitted.
Per,
Pure Diana!
I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
My night oblations to thee. Thaisa,
This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
This ornament that makes me look so dismal,
Will I, my lov'd Marina, clip to form;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.

Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good Sir, that my father's dead. [credit,

Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there,

my queen,

We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
Will in that kingdom spend our following days.
Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay,
To hear the rest untold.-Sir, lead the way.
{Exeunt.
Enter GOWER.

Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard

Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen
(Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen),
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Helicanus may you well descry
A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
In reverend Cerimon there well appears,
The worth that learned charity aye wears.
For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame
Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn; [name
That him and his they in his palace burn.
The gods for murder seemed so content
To punish them: although not done, but meant.
So on your patience evermore attending,
New joy wait on you! Here our play has end-

ing.

[Exeunt.

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