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Though I shew will in't. So I take my leave. For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to steed,
Lychorida, our narse, is dead;
And cursed Dionyza hath
The pregnant instrument of wrath
prayers. Prest for this blow. The unborn event
Only I carry winged time Then give you up to the mask'd Neptane, and
Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; The gentlest winds of heaven.
Which never could I so convey, Per.
I will embra
Unless your thoughts went on my way.Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-0, no tears, Dionyza does appear, Lychorida, no tears :
With Leonine, a murderer.
[Est. Look to your little mistress, on whose grace You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord.
Scene I.-Tharsus. An open Place, near the Sea[Exeunt.
shore. SCENE IV.-Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's
Enter DionyzA and LEONINE,
Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast swon to
do it: Enter CERIMON and THAISA. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so soon,
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
To yield thee so much profit. Let pot consciesce, At your command. Know you the character ? Thai. It is my lord's.
Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom, That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
Even women have cast off, meli thee, but be Even on my yearning time; but whether there
A soldier to thy purpose.
Leon. I'll do't; bot yet she is a goodly crestare.
Dion. The fitter then the gods should bare her. My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
Here A vestal livery will I take me to,
Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death, And never more have joy.
Thou art resolv'd ? Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
I am resolr'd.
Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers. Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of ber weed, Shall there attend you.
To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blees, Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all;
The porple violets, and marigolds, Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.
Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,
[Exeunt. While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, ACT IV.
Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
This world to me is like a lasting storm,
Whirring me from my friends.
Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alome! His woful queen leave at Ephess,
How chance my daughter is not with you! Do To Dian there a votaress.
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have Now to Marina bend your mind,
A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's change Whom our fast growing scene must find With this unprofitable woe! Come, come; At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it. In music, letters; who hath gain'd
Walk forth with Leonine: the air is quick there, Of education all the grace,
Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come Which makes her both the heart and place Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her, Of general wonder. But alack !
Mar. No, I pray you; That monster envy, oft the wrack
I'll not bereave you of your servant. Of earned praise, Marina's life
Come, come; Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
I love the king your father, and yourself, And in this kind hath our Cleon
With more than foreign beart. We every day One daughter, and a wench full grown, Expect him here: when he shall come and find Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, Hight Philoten: and it is said
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; For certain in our story, she
Blame boih my lord and me, that we have ta en Would ever with Marina be;
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve With tingers, long, small, white as milk; That excellent complexion, which did steal Or when she would with sharp neeld wound The eyes of young and old. Care not for me ; The cambric, which she made more sound I can go home alone. By hurting it; or when to the lute
Well, I will go ;
Dion. Come, come ; I know 'tis good for you. She would with rich and constant pen
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; Vail to her mistress Dian; still
Remember what I have said. This Philoten contends in skill
I warrant you, madam. With absolute Marina: so
Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a wbile; With the dove of Paphos might the crow Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood; Vie feathers white. Marina gets
What! I must have a care of you. All praises, which are paid as debts,
Thanks, sweet madam.And not as given. This so darks
[Exit Dionysa. In Philoten all graceful marks,
Is this wind westerly that blows ? That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
South-west. A present murderer does prepare
Mar. When I was born, the wind was north.
Was't so? Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, again. But shall I search the market? Bat cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes ; strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so piti. And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
fully sodden. That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder Pand. Thon say’st true; they are too anwhole. tackle
some, o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, that lay with the little baggage. Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry,
Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain him roast-meat for worms :--but I'll go search the whistles, market.
[Exit. The master calls, and trebles their confusion.
Pan. Three or four thousand chequins were as Leon, And when was this?
pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Mar.
It was, when I was born : Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a Never was waves nor wind more violent.
shame to get when we are old ? Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
Pand, Ö, our credit comes not in like the comMar.
What mean you? modity; nor the commodity wages not with the Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, danger; therefore, if in our youths we could pick I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious,
up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms we stand To do my work with baste.
upon with the gods, will be strong with us for givMar.
Why will you kill me? | ing over. Leon. To satisfy my lady.
Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?
Pand. As well as we? ay, and better too; we Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; I never did her hurt in all my life;
-it's no calling :--but here comes Boult. I never spake bad word, nor did ill tarn
Enter the Pirates and Boult, dragging in MARINA, To any living creature: believe me, la, I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
Boult. Come your ways. (To Marina.)My I trod upon a worm against my will,
masters, you say she's a virgin? But I wept for it. How have I offended,
1 Pirate. 0, sir, we doubt it not. Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this My life imply her danger?
piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have Leon.
My commission lost my earnest. Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.
Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities? Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshew excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, of qualities can make her be refused. When you caught hurt in parting two that fought:
Bawd. What's her price, Boult? [pieces. Good sooth, it shew'd well in you ; do so now:
Boull. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand Your lady seeks my life; come you between,
Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall And save poor me, the weaker.
have your money presently. Wife, take her in; Leon.
I am sworn,
instruct her what she has to do, that she may not And will despatch.
be raw in her entertainment.
[Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling.
Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the 1 Pirate, Hold, villain ! (Leonine runs away.) | colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!
warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were have her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with Marina. Get this done as I command yoa.
no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. SCENE II.-The same. Boult. Performance shall follow,
[Exit. Re-enter LEONINE.
Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! Leon. These roving thieves erve the great
(He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these
pirates, rate Valdes;
(Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go :
Thrown me to seek my mother! There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead,
Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one ? And thrown into the sea.—But I'll see further;
Mar. That I am pretty.
[you. Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her,
Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in Not carry her abroad. If she remain,
Mar. I accuse them not. Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain.
Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are [Exit.
like to live. SCENE III.-Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel.
Mar. The more my fault
To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die.
Baxd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. Boult. Sir.
Mar. No. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlefull of gallants. We lost too much money this men of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall mart, by being too wenchless.
have the difference of all complexions. What! do Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. you stop your ears? We bare but poor three, and they can do no more Mar. Are you a woman? tban they can do; and with continual action are Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not even as good as rotten.
a woman? Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. have something to do with you. Come, you are a
Bawd. Thou say'st true : 'tis not the bringing up young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up would have you, some eleven
Mar. The gods defend me!
Bawd, If it please the gods to defend you by | Becoming well thy feat: what canst thou say, men, then men must comfort you, men must feed When noble Pericles shall demand his child! you, men must stir you up.-Bouli's returned. Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, Enter Boult.
To foster it, nor ever to preserve. Now, sir, bast thou cried her through the market? She died by night; I'll say so.
Who can cross it? Boult, I bave cried her almost to the number of Unless you play the impious innocent, her bairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. And for an honest attribute, cry out,
Bawd. And I pr’ythee tell me, how dost thou She died by foul play. find the inclination of the people, especially of the of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
0, go to. Well, sell, younger sort?
Boull. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would Do like this worst. have hearkened to their father's testament. There
Be one of those, that think was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly bence, to bed to her very description.
And open this to Pericles. I do shame Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with To think of what a noble strain you are, his best ruff on.
And of how cow'd a spirit. Boult. To-night, to-night. Bat, mistress, do you
To such proceeding know the French knight that cowers i'the hams?
Who ever but his approbation added, Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles?
Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the pro- From honourable courses. clamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he
Be it so then : would see ber to-morrow.
Yet none does know, but you, bow she came dead, Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. disease hither: here he does but repair it. I'know, She did disdain my child, and stood between he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns
Her and her fortunes: None would look on ber, in the sun.
But cast their gazes on Marina's face; Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a tra
Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, veller, we should lodge them with this sign.
Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough; Bard. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have And though you call my course unnatural, fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must You not your child well loving, yet I find, seem to do that fearfully, which you commit wil. It greets me, as an enterprise of kindness, lingly; to despise profit, where you have most gain. Perform'd to your sole daughter. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your Cle.
Heavens forgive it! lovers. Seldom, but that pity begets you a good What Should he say? We wept after her bearse,
Dion. And as for Pericles, opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. Mar. I understand you not.
And even yet we moarn: her monument Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs home: these blushes of hers must be quenched In glittering golden characters express with some present practice.
A general praise to her, and care in us Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must:
At whose expense 'tis done.
Cle. for your bride goes to that with shame, which is
art like the barps, her way to go with warrant.
Whicb, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, Boult. 'Faith, some do, and some do not. Bat, Seize with an eagle's talons. mistress, if I have bargain'd for the joint,
Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously Baud. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit.
Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies: Boult, I may so.
But yet I know you'll do as I advise.
(Esez. Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one,
Enter GOWER, before the monument of Marie I like the manner of your garments well. (yet.
at Tharsus. Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed
Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues Bawd. Boult, spend thon ihat in the town: re
make short; port what a sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but fort; by custom. When nature framed this piece, she Making, (to take your imagination,) meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a para- | From bourn to bourn, region to region. gon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime own report.
To use one language, in each several clime, Boult
. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech yos, so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her To leam of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach you beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home The stages of our story. Pericles some to-night.
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.
(Attended on by many a lord and knight,) Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, To see his daughter, all his life's delight. Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late Diana, aid my purpose !
Advanc'd in time to great and high estate, Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind, you, will you go with us ?
(Exeunt. Old Helicanus goes along behind. (brought Scene IV.—Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. This king to 'Tharsus, (think his pilot thought;
Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have Enter CLEON and DIONYZA,
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,) Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter Like motes and shadows see them more awhile; The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile. Dion.
(Dumb shew.) You'll turn a child again.
Enter at one door, PERICLES with his Train; CLECle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, ON and DIONYZA at the other. Cleox skers I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,
Pericles the tomb of Marina; whereat Pericles Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a To equal any single crown o'the earth,
mighty passion departs. Then Cleon and Die I'the justice of compare ! O villain Leonine.
nyza retire. Whom thou hast poison'd too!
Gow. See how belief may saffer by foul sbew! If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe;
And Pericles, io sorrow all devoar'd,
Lys. What, pr'ythee? With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er Boult. (), sir, I can be modest. shower'd,
Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste. Never to wash bis face, nor cut his hairs;
Enter MARINA. He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
stalk ;-never placked yet, I can assure you. Is And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit sbe not a fair creature ? The epitaph is for Marina writ
Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage By wicked Dionyza.
at sea. Well, there's for you ;-leave us. (Reads the inscription on Marina's monument.) Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,
word, and I'll have done presently. Who wither'd in her spring of year.
Lys. I beseech you, do. She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,
Bawd. First, I would have you note, that this is On whom foul death hath made this slaughter: an honourable man. (To Mar. whom she takes aside.) Marira was she call'd; and at her birth,
Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the earth : note him. Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd: and a man whom I am bound to. Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never stint,) Mar. If be govern this country, you are bound Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
to him indeed; bat bow honourable he is in that, I No visor does become black villany,
know not. So well as soft and tender flattery:
Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
fencing, will you use him kindly? he will line your And bear his courses to be ordered
apron with gold.
[fully receive. By lady fortune; while our scenes display
Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankHis daughter's woe, and heavy well-a-day,
Lys. Have you done ? In her unholy service. Patience then,
Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must And think you now are all in Mitylen. [Exit. take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, Scene V.-Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel. we will leave his honour and her together. Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen.
[Exeunt Baud, Pander, and Boull. 1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?
Lys. Go thy ways.-Now, pretty one, how long 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as have you been at this trade? this, she being once gone.
Mar. What trade, sir? 1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. did you ever dream of such a thing?
Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy- you to name it. houses: Shall we go hear the vestals sing?
Lys. How long have you been of this profession? 1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous;
Mar. Ever since I can remember. but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever. Lys. Did you go to it so young ? Were you a
[Exeunt. gamester at live, or at seven ? SCENE VI.-The same. A Room in the Brothel. Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Enter Pander, Baud, and Boult.
Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth you to be a creature of sale. of her, she bad ne'er come here.
Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of Baud. Fy, fy apon her; she is able to freeze the such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We are of honourable parts, and are the governor of must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. this place. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto me the kindness of our profession, she has me her you who I am? quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, ber Mar. Who is my principal? prayers, her knees; that she would make a paritan and roots of Shame and iniquity.' 0, you have heard
Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her.
Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll dis- something of my power, and so stand aloof for more furnish as of all our cavaliers, and make all our serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, swearers priests.
[me! my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendPand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for ly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private
Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but place. Come, come. by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Ly Mar. If you were born to honour, shew it now; simachus, disguised.
If put upon you, make the judgment good Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the That thought you worthy of it.
[be sage. peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Lys. How's this ? how's this ?-Some more; Enter LYSIMACHUS.
Mar. For me, Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities? That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune Bawd. Now, the gods to bless your honour! Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome stie, Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. Where, since I came, diseases bave been sold
Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that Dearer than physic,–0 that the good gods your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, Would set me free from this ophallow'd place, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may Though they did change me to the meanest bird deal withal, and defy the surgeon ?
That flies i'the purer air! Baud. We have here one, sir, if she would-but Lys.
I did not think there never came ber like in Mitylene.
Thoa could'st have spoke so well ; ne'er dream'a Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou
thou could't. would'st say.
[enough. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee: Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.
Perséver still in that clear way thou goest, Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, And the gods strengthen thee! you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, Mar. The gods preserve you! if she had but
For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
With other virtges, which I'll keep from boast; The very doors and windows savour vilely. And I will undertake all these to teach. Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and I doubt not bat this populous city will I doubt not but thy training bath been noble. Yield many scholars. Hold; here's inore gold for thee.
Bout. But can you teach all this you speak of A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from And prostitate me to the basest groom It shall be for thy good.
That doth frequent your house. (As Lysimachus is putting up his purse, Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: BOULT enters.)
if I can place thee, I will. Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Mar. Bat, amongst honest women! Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amant house,
them. But since my master and mistress bare But for this virgin that doth prop it up,
bought you, there's no going but by their consent ; Would sink, and overwhelm you all. *Away! therefore I will make ibem acquainted with your
[Exit. purpose, and I doubt not but I sball find their Boult. How's this? We must take another course tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee stet I with you. If your peevish chastity, wbich is not can; come your ways.
[Eras! worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the
ACT V. cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.
Enter GOWER. Mar. Wbither would you bave me?
Gow. Marina thus the brothel,'scapes, and ebances Boult
. I must have your maidenhead taken off, Into an honest house, our story says. or the common hangman shall execute it. Come She sings like one immortal, and she dances your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven As goddess-like to her admired lays: away. Come your ways, I say.
Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her beeld com Re-enter Bawd.
(berry; Bawd. How now! What's the matter?
Nature's own shape, of bad, bird, brandt, a Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; she has here That even her art sisters the natural roses ; spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus. Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry: Bawd. O abominable !
That papils lacks she none of noble race, Boult. She makes our profession as it were to Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain stink, afore the face of the gods.
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place; Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever!
And to her father turn our thoughts again, Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost, like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrir'd snow-ball; saying his prayers too.
Here where his daughter dwells ; and op tbis coast Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy Suppose him now at anchor. The city strir'd pleasure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from wbeece the rest malleable.
Lysimachus our Tyrian sbip espies, Boull. An if she were a thornier piece of ground His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; than she is, she shall be ploughed.
And to him in his barge with fervoar hies. Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!
In your supposing once more put your sight; Bawd. She conjures: away with her. Would or heavy Pericles think this the bark: she had never come within my doors! Marry hang Where, what is done in action, more, if might, you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and bark. Ext. way of women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of Scene I.-On board Pericles' Skip, of Mitglx. chastity with rosemary and bays ! [Exit. Boult. Come, mistress: come your way with me.
A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before #;
Pericles within it, reclining on a couch. A barn Mar. Whither would you have me? [dear. Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so
lying beside the Tyrian vessel. Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first.
Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian Dessel Boult. Come now, your one thing.
the other to the barge: to them HELICANES. Mar. what canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanas? he can Boult. Why, I could wish bim to be my master,
resolve you. (To the Sailor of Mitykse.) or rather, my mistress.
Oh here he is.Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene; Since they do better thee in their command. And in it is Lysimachus the governor, Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend Who craves to come aboard. What is your will! Of hell would not in reputation change:
Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlencs. Thou’rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel Tyr. Sail, Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls. That bither comes enquiring for his tib;
Enter two Gentlemen, To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy ear
1 Gent. Doth your lordsbip call ? Is liable; thy very food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
[you. Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, To greet them fairly.
There is some of worth would come aboard : I pray would you ? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in
(The Gentlemen and the two Sailors desead, the end to buy him a wooden one?
and go on board the barge.) Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;
Tyrian Gentlemen, and the two Sailors. Serve by indepture to the common hangman; Tyr. Sal. Sir, Any of these ways are better yet than this: This is the man that can, in aught you would, For that which thou professest, a baboon,
Resolve you. Coald he but speak, would own a name too dear. Lys, Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! O that the gods would safely from this place
Hel. And you, sir, to out live the age I am, Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee.
And die as I would do. If that thy master would gain aught by me,
You wish me well. Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew,
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,