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From honourable courses.
And yet he rides it out. Now, please you, wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ
“The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, She did disdain my child, and stood between
Who wither'd in her spring of year : Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,
She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter, But cast their gazes on Marina's face ;
On whom foul death hath made this slaughter. Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Marina was she call’d; and at her birth, Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough;
Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth. And though you call my course unnatural,
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, You not your child well loving, yet I find,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd : It greets me as an enterprise of kindness,
Wherefore she does (and swears she'll never stint) Perform'd to your sole daughter. Cle.
Heavens forgive it!
Make raging battery upon shores of flint." Dion. And as for Pericles,
No visor does become black villany, What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
So well as soft and tender flattery. And even yet we mourn : her monument
Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, Is almost finish’d, and her epitaphs
And bear his courses to be ordered In glittering golden characters express
By lady fortune; while our scene must play A general praise to her, and care in us
His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen. [Exit. Which, to betray, doth with thine angel's face, SCENE V.-Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel. Seize with thine eagle's talons.
Enter from the Brothel, two Gentlemen.
2 Gent. No; nor never shall do in such a place as
this, she being once gone. Enter Gower, before the Monument of Marina at 1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there, did Tharsus.
you ever dream of such a thing ? Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues
2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdymake short;
houses. Shall we go hear the vestals sing? Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't;
1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but Making (to take your imagination)
I am out of the road of rutting for ever. [Exeunt. From bourn to bourn, region to region.
SCENE VI.-The Same. A Room in the Brothel. By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult. To use one language, in each several clime, Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you, Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you, her, she had ne'er come here. The stages of our story. Pericles
Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! she is able to freeze the Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, god Priapus, and undo a whole generation : we must Attended on by many a lord and knight, either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she To see bis daughter, all his life's delight. should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindOld Escanes, whom Helicanus late
ness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her Advanc'd in time to great and high estate, reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees, Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
that she would make a puritan of the devil
, if he Old Helicanus goes along behind.
should cheapen a kiss of her. Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have Boult. Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish brought
us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests. This king to Tharsus, (think this pilot thought, Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me! So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on) Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, Like motes and shadows see them move awhile; disguised. Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the Dumb show.
peevish baggage would but give way to customers.
Enter LYSIMACHUS. Enter Pericles with his Train, at one door; Cleon
Lys. How now! How a dozen of virginities? and DIONYZA at the other. Cleon shows PERICLES
Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour ! the Tomb of Marina; whereat Pericles makes
Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. lamentation, puts on Sackcloth, and in a mighty
Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your passion departs.
resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholeGow. See, how belief may suffer by foul show. some iniquity! have you that a man may deal withal, The borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; and defy the surgeon ? And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would-but With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er- there never came her like in Mitylene. show'r'd,
Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears say. Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears enough. A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.
Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you That the gods shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, but
Though they did change me to the meanest bird Lys. What, pr'ythee?
That flies i' the purer air ! Boult. O, sir! I can be modest.
I did not think Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.
could'st. Enter Marina.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk ;- Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee: never pluck'd yet, I can assure you.—Is she not a fair Persevere in that clear way thou goest, creature ?
And the gods strengthen thee. Lys. Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at Mar. The gods preserve you! Well, there's for you: leave us.
For me, be you thoughten Bawd. Í beseech your honour, give me leave: a That I came with no ill intent; for to me word, and I'll have done presently.
The very doors and windows savour vilely. Lys. I beseech you, do.
. Thou art a piece of virtue, and Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an ho- I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. nourable man.
[To Marina. Hold, here's more gold for thee. Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily A curse upon him, die he like a thief, note him.
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost hear Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and From me, it shall be for thy good. a man whom I am bound to.
Enter Boult. Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house, not.
But for this virgin that doth prop it, would Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fenc-Sink, and overwhelm you. Away! (Exit LYSIMACHUS. ing, will you use him kindly? He will line your Boult. How's this? We must take another course apron with gold.
with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, receive.
shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a Lys. Have you done?
spaniel. Come your ways. Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must take Mar. Whither would you have me? some pains to work her to your manage.-Come, we Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or will leave his honour and her together. Go thy ways. the common hangman shall execute it. Come your
[Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boult. way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Lys. Now, pretty one, how long have you been at Come your ways, I say. this trade?
Re-enter Bawd. Mar. What trade, sir?
Bawd. How now! what's the matter? Lys. Why, I cannot name but I shall offend.
Boult. Worse and worse, mistress: she has here Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus. you to name it.
Bawd. O, abominable ! Lys. How long have you been of this profession? Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink Mar. Ever since I can remember.
afore the face of the gods. Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever! gamester at five, or at seven?
Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.
a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a suoFLys. Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to ball; saying his prayers, too. be a creature of sale.
Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure: Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you are malleable. of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place. Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground
Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto than she is, she shall be ploughed. you who I am ?
Mar. Hark, hark, you gods ! Mar. Who is my principal?
Bawd. She conjures : away with her. Would she Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seed had never come within my doors.—Marry, hang you! and roots of shame and iniquity. O! you have heard She's born to undo us.—Will you not go the way of something of my power, and so stand aloof for more women-kind ? Marry come up, my dish of chastity serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, with rosemary and bays !
[Erit Baud. my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place: Mar. Whither wilt thou have me? come, come.
Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now; Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first. If put upon you, make the judgment good
Boult. Come now, your one thing. That thought you worthy of it.
Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be ? Lys. How's this? how's this?—Some more;—be Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master ; or sage.
rather, my mistress. Mar. For me,
Mar. Neither of these are so bad as thou art, That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune Since they do better thee in their command. Hath plac'd me in this sty, where, since I came, Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend Diseases have been sold dearer than physic,- Of hell would not in reputation change:
Thou’rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
And I will undertake all these to teach.
Yield many scholars. As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? Boult. What would you have me do? go to the wars, Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the And prostitute me to the basest groom loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to That doth frequent your house. buy him a wooden one?
Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty can place thee, I will. Old receptacles, or common sewers, of filth;
Mar. But, amongst honest women ? Serve by indenture to the common hangman :
Boult. Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst Any of these ways are yet better than this;
them. But since my master and mistress have bought For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak, you, there's no going but by their consent; therefore, Would own a name too dear. That the gods I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and Would safely deliver me from this place!
I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Here, here's gold for thee.
Come; I'll do for thee what I can: come your ways. If that thy master would gain by me,
[Exeunt. Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Tyrian Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances
Gentlemen, and the Two Sailors. Into an honest house, our story says.
Tyr. Sail. Sir, She sings like one immortal, and she dances,
This is the man that can in aught you would As goddess-like, to her admired lays. Deep clerks she dumbs, and with her needle composes Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry, Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am, That even her art sisters the natural roses ;
And die as I would do. Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry :
You wish me well. That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Who
pour their bounty on her; and her gain Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place, I made to it to know of whence you are. And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Hel. First, what is your place? Where we left him on the sea, tumbled and tost; Lys. I am the governor of this place you lie before. And, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd
Hel. Sir, Here where his daughter dwells: and on this coast Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd A man, who for this three months hath not spoken God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence To any one, nor taken sustenance, Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,
But to prorogue his grief. His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature ? And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
Hel. It would be too tedious to repeat; In your supposing once more put your sight;
But the main grief of all springs from the loss Of heavy Pericles think this the bárk :
Of a beloved daughter and a wife. Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Lys. May we not see him, then?
Hel. You may,
A Pavilion on deck, with a Curtain before it ; Peri-
wish. A Barge
Lys. Yet, let me obtain lying beside the Tyrian Vessel.
Hel. Behold him. [Pericles discovered.] This was Enter Two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian Vessel, Till the disaster that one mortal night
a goodly person, the other to the Barge ; to them HELICANUS.
Drove him to this. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus ? he can re- Lys. Sir king, all hail! the gods preserve you !
[To the Sailor of Mitylene. Hail, royal sir! O here he is.—
Hel. Ít is in vain; he will not speak to you. Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene,
i Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst wager, And in it is Lysimachus, the governor,
Would win some words of him. Who craves to come aboard. What is your will ? Lys.
'Tis well bethought. Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen. She, questionless, with her sweet harmony, Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
And other choice attractions, would allure,
And make a battery through his deafen'd parts, 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?
Which now are midway stopp’d: Hel. Gentlemen,
She is all happy as the fair'st of all,
The leafy shelter that abuts against
[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.—Exit Lord.
Hel. Sure, all effectless; yet nothing we'll omit, As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno;
The more she gives them speech.- Where do you live? That for our gold we may provision have,
Mar. Where I am but a stranger: from the deck Wherein we are not destitute for want,
You may discern the place. But weary for the staleness.
Where were you bred? Lys.
O, sir! a courtesy, And how achiev'd you these endowments, which Which, if we should deny, the most just God
You make more rich to owe. For every graff would send a caterpiilar,
Should I tell my history, And so inflict our province. Yet once more
"Twould seem like lies, disdain'd in the reporting. Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Per. Pr'ythee, speak : Of your king's sorrow.
Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you.
Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace But see, I am prevented.
For the crown'd truth to dwell in. I'll believe thee, Enter Lord, Marina, and a young Lady. And make my senses credit thy relation Lys. O! here is
To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one! Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends? Is't not a goodly presence ?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back, Hel.
She's a gallant lady. (Which was when I perceiv'd thee) that thou cam'st Lys. She's such a one, that were I well assur'd she From good descending?
So indeed I did. Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish
Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou saidst No better choice, and think me rarely wed.- Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine, Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
If both were open'd. If that thy prosperous and artificial feat
Some such thing Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
Did warrant me was likely. As thy desires can wish.
Tell thy story;
If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I Provided none but I and my companion
Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look Be suffer'd to come near him.
Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Lys.
Come, let us leave her; Extremity out of act. What were thy friends ? And the gods make her prosperous ! [Marina sings. How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind virgin? Lys. Mark'd he your music ?
Recount, I do beseech thee. Come, sit by me. Mar.
No, nor look'd on us. Mar. My name is Marina. Lys. See, she will speak to him.
0! I am mock d, Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.
And thou by some incensed god sent hither Per. Hum! ha!
To make the world to laugh at me. Mar. I am a maid,
Patience, good sir, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
Or here I'll cease. But have been gaz'd on like a comet: she speaks, Per.
Nay, I'll be patient.
Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
The name My derivation was from ancestors
Was given me by one that had some power; Who stood equivalent with mighty kings;
My father, and a king. But time hath rooted out my parentage,
How! a king's daughter? And to the world and awkward casualties
And callid Marina? Bound me in servitude.-I will desist;
You said you would believe me; But there is something glows upon my cheek, But, not to be a troubler of your peace, And whispers in mine ear, “Go not till he speak." I will end here. Per. My fortunes-parentage--good parentage
But are you flesh and blood ? To equal mine!- was it not thus? what say you? Have you a working pulse ? and are no fairy
Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage, Motion ?-Well; speak on. Where were you born, You would not do me violence.
And wherefore call'd Marina?
I do think so.
For I was born at sea. You are like something that-What country woman? Per.
At sea! what mother? Here of these shores?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Mar.
No, nor of any shores; Who died the minute I was born, Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft No other than I appear.
Deliver'd weeping. Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping. Per.
O! stop there a little. My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one This is the rarest dream that e'er dull'd sleep My daughter might have been : my queen's square Did mock sad fools withal; this cannot be. brows;
My daughter's buried.-- Well:- where were you bred? Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.
Lys. It is not good to cross him : give him way. Mar. You scorn: believe me, 'twere best I did give Per. Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear? o'er.
Lys. Music? My lord, I hearPer. I will believe you by the syllable
Most heavenly music : Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave: It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber How came you in these parts ? where were you bred ? Hangs upon mine eyes : let me rest. [He sleeps.
Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave me, Lys. A pillow for his head. Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
[The Curtain before the Pavilion of Pericles is closed. Did seek to murder me; and having woo'd
So, leave him all.-Well, my companion-friends, A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't, If this but answer to my just belief, A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
I'll well remember you. Brought me to Mitylene. But, good sir,
[Exeunt Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina, and Lady. Wbither will you have me? Why do you weep? It
SCENE II.-The Same. may be, You think me an impostor: no, good faith;
Pericles on the Deck asleep; Diana appearing to him I am the daughter to king Pericles,
in a vision. If good king Pericles be. Per. Ho, Helicanus !
Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus : hie thee thither, Hel.
Calls my gracious lord ? And do upon mine altar sacrifice. Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor, There, when my maiden priests are met together, Most wise in general: tell me, if thou canst,
Before the people all, What this maid is, or what is like to be,
Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife : That thus hath made me weep?
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call, Hel.
I know not; but And give them repetition to the life. Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Or 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. Her parentage; being demanded that,
Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine, She would sit still and weep.
I will obey thee.-Helicanus ! Per. O Helicanus! strike me, honour'd sir;
Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. Give me a gash, put me to present pain,
Sir. Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
The inhospitable Cleon; but I am
Turn our blown sails ; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.-
And give you gold for such provision
Lys. Sir, with all my heart, and when you come What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
ashore, For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
I have another suit. Though doubts did ever sleep.
You shall prevail, Mar.
First, sir, I pray,
Were it to woo my daughter; for, it seems, What is yoúr title?
You have been noble towards her. Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me, now, Lys.
Sir, lend your arm. My drown'd queen's name, (as in the rest you said Per. Come, my Marina.
[Exeunt. Thou hast been godlike perfect) the heir of kingdoms, Enter Gower, before the Temple of Diana at Ephesus. And another like to Pericles thy father.
Gow. Now our sands are almost run; Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
More a little, and then dumb. To say, my mother's name was Thaisa ?
This, as my last boon, give me, Thaisa was my mother, who did end
For such kindness must relieve me, The minute I began.
That you aptly will suppose Per. Now, blessing on thee ! rise; thou art my child.
What pageantry, what feats, what shows, Give me fresh garments! Mine own, Helicanus,
What minstrelsy, and pretty din, She is not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been,
The regent made in Mitylen, By savage Cleon: she shall tell thee all ;
To greet the king. So he thriv'd, When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd She is thy very princess.-Who is this?
To fair Marina ; but in no wise Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,
Till he had done his sacrifice, Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
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. O heavens, bless my girl! But hark! what music?
At Ephesus, the temple see, Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
Our king, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful doom. (Exit. Per. None ?
SCENE III.—The Temple of Diana at Ephesus ; The music of the spheres ! list, my Marina.
Thaisa standing near the Altar, as high Priestess ;