Dion. You are like one that superstitiously 49 Doth swear to the gods that winter kills the flies: But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter GOWER, before the monument of MARINA at Tarsus.

Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest
leagues make short;

Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for't;
Making, to take your imagination,

From bourn to bourn, region to region.

By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime To use one language in each several clime Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech

you

First Gent. But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a thing?

Sec. Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses: shall's go hear the vestals sing? First Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting for [Exeunt. 10

ever.

SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel.
Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT.
Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth
of her she had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her.

Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make our swearers priests.

Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!

Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.

Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste. [Exit Boult. Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never plucked yet, I can assure you.

Re-enter BOULT with MARINA.

Is she not a fair creature?

Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage 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. 51 Lys. I beseech you, do.

Bawd. [To Marina] First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man.

Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

Bawd. 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. 61 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 thankfully receive.

Lys. Ha' you done?

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 't? 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 judgement good 100 That thought you worthy of it.

Lys. How's this? how's this? Some more;

be sage.

For me,

Mar.
That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Have placed me in this sty, where, since I came,
Diseases have been sold dearer than physic,
O, that the 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!
Lys.
I did not think
Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd
thou couldst.

Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold
for thee:

Persever in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!
Mar.

The good gods preserve you!
Lys. For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Fare thee well. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
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 dost
Hear from me, it shall be for thy good.

Re-enter BoULT.

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Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for

me.

Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it, Would sink and overwhelm you. Away! [Exit. 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 ways. We'll have no more gentleCome your ways, I say.

men driven away.

Re-enter Bawd.

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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 snowball; saying his prayers too.

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Bawd. 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. Mar. 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 women-kind? Marry, come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays!

[Exit.

Whither wilt thou have me?

Mar. Prithee, tell me one thing first. Boult. Come now, your one thing. Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress. 170 Mar. Neither of these are 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: Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every Coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib; To the choleric fisting of every rogue Thy ear is liable; thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

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Boult. What would you have me do? 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, or common shores, of filth; Serve by indenture to the common hangman: Any of these ways are yet better than this; For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak,

O, that the gods

Would own a name too dear.
Would safely deliver me from this place!
Here, here's gold for thee.

If that thy master would gain by me,

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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.

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

Mar. But amongst honest women.

Boult. '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.

ACT V.

Enter GoWER.

[Exeunt.

lost;

Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrived
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived
God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,
His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your supposing once more put your sight
Of heavy Pericles; think this his bark:
Where what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit and hark.
[Exit.

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SCENE I. On board Pericles' ship, off Mytilene. A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel.

Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELI

CANUS.

Tyr. Sail. [To the Sailor of Mytilene] Where is lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. O, here he is.

Sir, there's a barge put off from Mytilene,
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 or three Gentlemen.

First Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, there's some of worth would come aboard;

I pray ye, greet them fairly.

ΤΟ

[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the barge. Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; with the 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 I would do.

Lys.
You wish me well.
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,

I made to it, to know of whence you are.
Hel. First, what is your place?

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Lys. I am the 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 spoken
To any one, nor taken sustenance
But to prorogue his grief.

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
Hel. 'Twould be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

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Lys. Yet let me obtain my wish.

I am a maid,

'Tis well bethought. She questionless with her sweet harmony And other chosen 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.

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[Whispers a Lord, who goes off in the barge of Lysimachus. Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit

That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness

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 gods
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so afflict our province. Ye: once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.
Hel.

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Sit, sir, I will recount it to you: But, see, I am prevented.

Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, with MARINA, and a young Lady. O, here is

Lys. The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one! Is't not a goodly presence? Hel.

She's a gallant lady.

Lys. She's such a one, that, were I well assured

Came of a gentle kind and noble stock,

I'ld wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed.

Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty 70
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
If that thy prosperous and artificial feat
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

Mar.

Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided

That none but I and my companion maid Be suffer'd to come near him. Lys. Come, let us leave her; And the gods make her prosperous! 80 [Marina sings.

Lys. Mark'd he your music?

But have been gazed on like a comet: she speaks,
My lord, that, may be, hath endured a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state, 90
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. [Aside] I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear 'Go not till he speak.'
Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parent-
age-

To equal mine!-was it not thus? what say you? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,

You would not do me violence.

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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 kings' graves, and smiling

Extremity out of act. What were thy friends? 140 How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind virgin?

Recount, I do beseech thee: come, sit by me.
Mar. My name is Marina.
Per.

O, I am mock'd, And thou by some incensed god sent hither

To make the world to laugh at me.
Mar.

Or here I'll cease.

Per.

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 lord?

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I know not; but

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? Hel. Here is the regent, sir, of Mytilene 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, And drown me with their sweetness. hither,

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O, come

Nay, I'll be patient.

Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, To call thyself Marina.

Mar. The name

Thou hast been godlike perfect,

†The heir of kingdoms and another like To Pericles thy father.

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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.

Per. Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child.

Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus; She is not dead at Tarsus, 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 Mytilene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.
I embrace you.

Per.
Give me my robes.
holding.

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I am wild in my be

O heavens bless my girl! But, hark, what music?

Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
How sure you are my daughter. But, what
music?

Hel. My lord, I hear none.
Per.

None!

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The music of the spheres! List, my Marina. Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him