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Sec. Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones; hatches, caulked and bitumed ready.
And I can speak of the disturbances Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast That nature works, and of her cures; which doth is this?
give me Sec. Sail. We are near Tarsus.
A more content in course of true delight Per. Thither, gentle mariner,
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou Or tie my treasure up in silken bags, reach it?
To please the fool and death.
Sec. Gent. Sec. Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease.
Your honour has through Ephesus Per. O, make for Tarsus !
pour'd forth There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I 'll leave it 80 Your creatures, who by you have been restored : At careful nursing. Ġo thy ways, good mariner: And not your knowledge, your personal pain, I'll bring the body presently.
but even Your purse,
hath built Lord Cerimon
Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay. SCENE II. Ephesus. A rooin in Cerimon's house.
Enter two or three Servants with a chest.
First Serv. So; lift there.
What is that?
Sir, even now Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:
50 Enter PHILEMON.
'Tis of some wreck. Phil. Doth my lord call?
Set 't down, let's look upon't. Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men: Sec. Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir. "T has been a turbulent and stormy night.
Whate'er it be, Serv. I have been in many; but such a night 'Tis wondrous heavy: Wrench it open straight: as this,
If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold, Till now, I ne'er endured.
t'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us. Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return;
Sec. Gent. 'Tis so, my lord. There's nothing can be minister'd to nature
Cer, How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed! That can recover him. [To Philemon) Give this Did the sea cast it up? to the 'pothecary,
First Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, And tell me how it works.
As toss'd it upon shore. (Exeunt all but Cerimon. Cer.
Wrench it open;
Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense. 60
Sec. Gent. A delicate odour.
Cer. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it. Sec. Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse! Cer.
First Gent. Most strange! Why do you stir so early?
Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and First Gent. Sir,
entreasured Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea, With full bags of spices! A passport too! Shook as the earth did quake;
Apollo, perfect me in the characters! The very principals did seem to rend,
[Reads from a scroll. And all-to topple: pure surprise and fear
'Here I give to understand, Made me to quit the house.
If e'er this coffin drive a-land, Sec. Gent. That is the cause we trouble you I, King Pericles, have lost
70 so early ;
This queen, worth all our mundane cost. 'Tis not our husbandry.
Who finds her, give her burying ;
She was the daughter of a king :
Besides this treasure for a fee, lordship, having
The gods requite his charity!' Rich tire about you, should at these early hours If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
That even cracks for woe! This chanced to'Tis most strange,
night. Nature should be so conversant with pain,
Sec. Gent. Most likely, sir. Being thereto not compellid.
Nay, certainly to-night; Cer.
I hold it ever,
For look how fresh she looks! They were too Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
79 Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within : May the two latter darken and expend;
Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet. But immortality attends the former,
[Exit a Servant Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever Death may usurp on nature many hours, Have studied physic, through which secret art, And yet the fire of life kindle again By turning o'er authorities, I have,
The o'erpress'd spirits.
tI heard of an Egyptian Together with my practice, made familiar
That had nine hours lien dead, To me and to my aid the blest infusions
Who was by good appliance recovered
I believe you;
Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins,
By you relieved, would force me to my duty: ani fire.
But if to that my nature need a spur,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine, Well said, well said ; the fire and cloths.
To the end of generation ! The rough and woeful music that we have,
Per. Cause it to sound, beseech you.
Your honour and your goodness teach me to't, The viol once more: how thou stirr’st, thou Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, block!
90 By bright Diana, whom we honour, all The music there !-I pray you, give her air. Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Gentlemen,
Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave. 30
I have one myself,
Who shall not be more dear to my respect
Than yours, my lord.
Madam, my thanks and prayers.
Cle. We'll bring your grace e'en to the edge
o' the shore,
The gentlest winds of heaven. Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
I will embrace
Your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears,
[She moves. You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord.
[Exeunt. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?
SCENE IV. Ephesus. room in Cerimon's Sec. Gent. Is not this strange?
house. First Gent.
Enter CERIMON and Thaisa.
jewels, Get linen: now this matter must be look'd to, Lay with you in your coffer: which are now For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;
At your command. Know you the character ? And Æsculapius guide us!
Thai, It is
Even on my eaning time; but whether there
I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
Cer, Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,
Shall there attend you.
Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. Yet glance full wanderingly on us.
() your sweet queen! That the strict fates had pleased you had brought
We cannot but obey Gow. Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre,
His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus,
Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tarsus, and by Cleon train'd To give her princely training, that she may be In music, letters; who hath gain'd Manner'd as she is born.
Of education all the grace,
Fear not, my lord, but think Which makes her both the heart and place 10
And in this kind hath our Cleon
Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep One daughter, and a wench full grown,
alone? Even ripe for marriage-rite; this maid How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not Hight Philoten: and it is said
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have For certain in our story, she
A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour's changed
With this unprofitable woe!
Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
Mar. No, I pray you;
With more than foreign heart. We every day
30 Expect him here: when he shall come and find With absolute Marina : so
Our paragon to all reports thus blasted,
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken All praises, which are paid as debts,
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, And not as given. This so darks
Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve 40
That excellent complexion, which did steal
The eyes of young and old. Care not for me ;
I can go home alone.
Well, I will go;
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least:
Remember what I have said.
I warrant you, madam. Prest for this blow. The unborn event
Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a I do commend to your content:
Pray, walk softly, do not heat your blood :
What! I must have a care of you.
My thanks, sweet madam. 50 Unless your thoughts went on my way. 50
[Exit Dionysa. Dionyza does appear,
Is this wind westerly that blows?
Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Scene I. Tarsus. An open place near the
Was't so! sea-shore.
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear,
But cried Good seamen!' to the sailors, galling
His kingly hands, haling ropes;
That alınost burst the deck.
Leon. When was this?
Mar. When I was born:
And from the ladder-tackle washes off
A canvas-climber. “Ha!' says one, 'wilt out!'
From stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and Leon. I will do't; but yet she is a goodly The master calls, and trebles their confusion. creature.
Leon. Come, say your prayers.
What mean you?
prayer, tress' death. Thou art resolved?
I grant it: pray; but be not tedious,
For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn 70
To do my work with haste.
Why will you kill me?
Leon. To satisfy my lady.
Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
I never did her hurt in all my life:
I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
I trod upon a worm against my will,
But I wept for it. How have I offended, 80
Wherein my death might yield her any profit, Bawd. Why to give over, I pray you? is it a Or my life imply her any danger?
shame to get when we are old? Leon, My commission
Pand. 0, our credit comes not in like the Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.
commodity, nor the commodity wages not with Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I the danger: therefore, if in our youths we could hope.
pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to You are well favour'd, and your looks foreshow keep our door hatched. Besides, the sore terms You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, we stand upon with the gods will be strong with When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: us for giving over.
39 Good sooth, it show'd well in you: do so now: Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Your lady seeks my life; come you between, 90 Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we And save poor me, the weaker.
offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; · Leon.
I am sworn,
it's no calling. But here comes Boult. And will dispatch.
[He seizes her. Enter Pirates.
Re-enter Boult, with the Pirates and MARINA. First Pirate. Hold, villain !
Boult. [To Marine] Come your ways. My [Leonine runs away. masters, you say she's a virgin? Sec. Pirate. A prize! a prize!
First Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not. Third Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-nart. Coult. Master, I have gone through for this Come, let's have her aboard suddenly.
piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have [Exeunt Pirates with Marina. lost my earnest.
Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities? 50 Re-enter LEONINE.
Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and Leon. These roguing thieves serve the great has excellent good clothes: there's no further pirate Valdes;
necessity of qualities can make her be refused. And they have seized Marina.
Let her go:
Bawd. What's her price, Boult? There's no hope she will return. I'll swear she's Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thoudead,
sand pieces. And thrown into the sea. But I'll see further: roo Pand. Well, follow me, my masters, you shall Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, have your money presently. Wife, take her in; Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
instruct her what she has to do, that she may not Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain! be raw in her entertainment.
[Exeunt Pandar and Pirates.
Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her, the SCENE II. Mytilene. A room in a brothel.
colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with
warrant of her virginity; and cry · He that will Enter PANDAR, Bawd, and Boult.
give most shall have her first.' Such a maiden
head were no cheap thing, if men were as they Pand. Boult!
have been. Get this done as I command you. Boult. Sir?
Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit. Pand. Search the market narrowly ; Mytilene
Mar. Alack that Leonine was so slack, so is full of gallants. We lost too much money this
slow! mart by being too wenchless.
He should have struck, not spoke; or that these Bawd. We were never so much out of crea- pirates, tures. We have but poor three, and they can do no Not enough barbarous, had not o'erboard thrown more than they can do; and they with continual me
70 action are even as good as rotten.
For to seek my mother! Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, what- Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one? e'er we pay for them. If there be not a con- Mar. That I am pretty. science to be used in every trade, we shall never Bowd. Come, the gods have done their part prosper.
Bawd. Thou sayest true: 'tis not our bringing Mar. I accuse them not. up of poor bastards, -as, I think, I have brought Bawd. You are light into my hands, where up some eleven
you are like to live. Boult. Ay, to eleven; and brought them down Mar. The more my fault again. But shall I search the market?
To scape his hands where I was like to die. 80 Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so Mar. pitifully sodden.
Bawd. Yes, indeed shall you, and taste genPand. Thou sayest true; they're too unwhole- tlemen of all fashions: you shall fare well; you some, o conscience. The poor Transylvanian is shall have the difference of all complexions. What! dead, that lay with the little baggage.
do you stop your ears? Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped him , she made Mar. Are you a woman? him roast-meat for worms. But I'll go search the Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be market.
[Exit. not a woman? Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. 90 as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I over.
30 shall have something to do with you. Come,
you're a young foolish sapling, and must be Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters bowed as I would have you.
deep, Mar. The gods defend me!
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. 160 Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by Diana, aid my purpose ! men, then men must comfort you, men must feed Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, men must stir you up. Boult's returned.
(Exeunt. Re-enter Boult,
SCENE III. Tarsus. A room in Cleon's house.
Enter CLEON and DIONYZA. Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?
Boult. I have cried her almost to the number Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be unof her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my
Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter Bawd. And I prithee tell me, how dost thou The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon ! find the inclination of the people, especially of Dion.
I think the younger sort?
You'll turn a child again. Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me as they Cle. Were I chief lord of all this spacious would have hearkened to their father's testament. world, There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that I'ld give it to undo the deed. O lady, he went to bed to her very description. 109 Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow To equal any single crown o' the earth with his best ruff on.
l'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine ! Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do Whom thou hast poison'd too: you know the French knight that cowers i' the If thou hadst drunk to him,'t had been a kindness hams?
Becoming well thy fact: what canst thou say Bawd. Who, Monsieur Veroles?
When noble Pericles shall demand his child? Boult. Ay, he: he offered to cut a caper at
Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and fates, swore he would see her to-morrow.
To foster it, nor ever to preserve. Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it? disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know Unless you play the pious innocent, he will come in our shadow, lo scatter his crowns And for an honest attribute cry out in the sun.
‘She died by foul play.' Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a tra- Cle.
O, go to. Well, well, veller, we should lodge them with this sign. Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Bawd. [To Mar.) Pray you, come hither Do like this worst. awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you.
Be one of those that think Mark me: you must seem to do that fearfully The petty wrens of Tarsus will fly hence, which you commit willingly, despise profit where And open this to Pericles. I do shame you have most gain. To weep that you live as To think of what a noble strain you are, ye do makes pity in your lovers: seldom but that And of how coward a spirit. pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion Cle.
To such proceeding a mere profit.
Who ever but his approbation added, Mar. I understand you not.
Though not his prime consent, he did not flow Bouli. O, take her home, mistress, take her From honourable sources. home : these blushes of hers must be quenched Dion.
Be it so, then: with some present practice.
Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, Bawd. Thou sayest true, i? faith, so they Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
30 must; for your bride goes to that with shane She did distain my child, and stood between which is her way to go with warrant. 139
Her and her fortunes: none would look on her, Boult. ’Faith, some do, and some do not. But, But cast their gazes on Marina's face; mistress, if I have bargained for the joint,- Whilst ours was blurted at and held a malkin
Bawd. Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit. Not worth the time of day. It pierced me Boult. I may so.
thorough; Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young And though you call my course unnatural, one, I like the manner of your garments well. You not your child well loving, yet I find
Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be It greets me as an enterprise of kindness changed yet.
Perform’d to your sole daughter. Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: Cle.
Heavens forgive it! report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose Dion. And as for Pericles,
40 nothing by custom. When nature framed this What should he say? We wept after her hearse, piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore say And yet we mourn: her monument what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs out of thine own report
In glittering golden characters express Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall A general praise to her, and care in us not so awake the beds of eels as my giving out At whose expense 'tis done. her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring Cle.
Thou art like the harpy, home some to-night.
Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face, Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.
Seize with thine eagle's talons.