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e'er we pay for them. If there be not a consci- | shall have the difference of all complexions, ence to be us❜d in every trade, we shall never What! do you stop your ears? prosper. Mar. Are you a woman?

Bawd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think I have brought up some eleven-

Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But shall I search the market?

Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.

Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwholesome o'conscience. The poor Trausilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage.

Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast meat for worms :-but I'll go search the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give

over.

Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? Is it a shame to get when we are old?

Pand. Oh! our credit comes not in like the commodity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatch'd, Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over.

Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling :-but here comes Boult. Enter the PIRATES, and BOULT, dragging in MARINA.

Boult. Come your ways. [To MARINA.-My masters, you say she's a virgin?

1 Pirate. O Sir, we doubt it not. Boult. Master, I have gone thorongh for this piece, you see if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest.

Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities? Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity of qualities can make her be refused. Bawd. What's her price, Boult? Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.

Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment. I

[Exeunt PANDER and PIRATES. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing; if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command

you.

Boult. Performance shall follow.

[Exit BOULT. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow !

(He should have struck, not spoke;) or that

these pirates

(Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard

Thrown me, to seek my mother!

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?

Mar. That I am pretty.

Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a woman?

Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you.

Mar. The gods defend me!

Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men mast feed you, men must stir you up.-Boult's returned.

Enter BOULT.

Now, Sir, hast thou cried her through the market?

Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice.

Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort ?

Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would have hearkened to their father's testa ment. There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to bed to her very description.

Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on.

Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight that cowers * i'the hams?

Bawd. Who? Monsieur Vercles?

Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow.

Bawd. Well, well as for him, he brought his disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know, he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in the sun.

Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should lodge them with this sign.

Bawed. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must seem to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to despise profit, where you have most gain. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your lovers: Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere + profit.

Mar. I understand you not.

Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these blushes of her's must be quenched with some present practice.

Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must: for your bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to go with warrant.

Boult. 'Faith some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if I have bargained for the joint,

Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit.
Boult. I may so.

Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the manner of your garments well. Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet.

Bawd. Boult, spend thon that in the town: report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose no

Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in thing by custom. When nature framed this piece,

yon.

Mar. I accuse them not.

she meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out

Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you of thine own report. are like to live.

Mar. The more my fault,

To 'scape bis hauds, where I was like to die.
Bawd, Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
Mar. No.

Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions. You shall fare well; you

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Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shail not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home some to-night.

Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.
Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. [deep,
Diana, aid my purpose!

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Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious Is left to govern. Bear you it in miud,

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Unless you play the impious innocent, t
And, for an honest attribute, cry out
She died by foul play.

Cle. Oh! go to. Well, well,

Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.

Dion. Be one of those, that think
The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,
And open this to Pericles. I do shame
To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how cow'd a spirit.

Cle. To such proceeding

Who ever but his approbation added,

Though not his preconsent, he did not flow
From honourable courses.

Dion. Be it so then:

fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. Like motes and shadows see them move while;

Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

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Enter at one door PERICLES, with his Train; CLEON, and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on Sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then CLEON and DIONYZA e

tire.

Gow. See how belief may suffer by fonl show! This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,

With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershowr'd,

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:

He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
A tempest, which his mortal vessel + tears,

Yet none does know, but you, how she came And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit

dead,

Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
She did disdain my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes: None would look on
her,

But cast their gazes on Marina's face;
Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,‡
Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me
thorough;

And though you call my course unnatural,
You not your child well loving, yet I find,
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter.

Cle. Heavens forgive it!

Dion. And as for Pericles,

What should be say? We wept after

hearse,

And even yet we mourn her monument

Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express

A general praise to her, and care in us

At whose expense 'tis done.

Cle. Thou art like the harpy, Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, Seize with an eagle's talons.

The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza.

[Reads the inscription on MARINA'S
Monument.

The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,
Who wither'd in her spring of year.
She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,
On whom foul death hath made this slaugh

ter;

Marina was she call'd; and at her birth, Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the earth:

Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens

bestow'd;

her Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never

Dion. You are like one that superstitiously Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies :

But yet I know you'll do as I advise.

[Exeunt. Enter GowER, before the Monument of MARINA, at Thursus.

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

Sail seas in cockles; have, and wish but for❜t;

• I. e. Of a piece with the rest of my exploit.
A common appellation for an idiot.
$ Only.

* A coarse wench.

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1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there Did you ever dream of such a thing?

2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses: shall we go hear the vestals sing?

1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI.-The same.--A Room in the Brothel.

Enter PANDER, BAWD, and BOULT. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fie, tie upon her; she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravish'd, or be rid of ber. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her masterreasons, 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 all our swearers priests.

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

Bawd. 'Faith, there's no but by the way to the pox. Lysimachus, disguised.

way to be rid on't, Here comes the lord

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

toiners.

Enter LYSIMACHUS.

Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities ?

Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your hon

our !

Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health.

Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon?

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 thankfully receive.

Lys. Have you done?

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, PANDER, and BOULT.

Lys. Go thy ways.-Now, pretty one, how long have you been at 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.

Ly. How long have you been of this profes sion?

Mar. Ever since I can remember.

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, bath 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. Oh! 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; Mity--be sage.

Bawd. We have here one, Sir, if she would but there never came her like in lene.

Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st say.

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well enough.

Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.

Boult. For flesh and blood, Sir, white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but-

Lys. What, pr'ythee?

Boult. O Sir, I can be modest.

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.

Enter MARINA.

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk;-never plucked yet, I can assure you. 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. Lys. I beseech you, do.

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

[To MARINA, whom she takes aside. Mar. 1 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 ain bound to.

Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound

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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. Hole, here's gold for
thee:

Perséver still in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!

Mar. The 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.
Farewell. 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 hear'st
from me,
It shall be for thy good.

[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 bouse,

A wanton.

But for this virgin that doth prop it up, 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. Oh! 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.

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 BAWD. Boult. Come. mistress; come your way with

me.

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? 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.

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Into an honest house, our story says.
She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays :
Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld
composes

Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry ;

That even her art sisters the natural roses :
Her inkle, silk, twine 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;

Mar. Whither would you have me? And to her father turn our thoughts again. Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold Where we left him, on the sea. We there him so dear.

Mar. Pr'ythee 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.

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

ost;

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

Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd God Neptune's annual feast to keep: fron 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 the bark:
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,

Of hell would not in reputation change:
Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coy- Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark.

strel +

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Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest.
Empty

Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the comman 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.

Oh! 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.

[Exit.

SCENE I.--On board PERICLES' Ship, off Mitylene. 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 HELICANUS.

Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he
can resolve you.
[To the SAILOR of Mitylene.

Oh! here he is.
Sir, there's 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 gen. tlemen.

Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
Enter two GENTLEMEN.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?

Canopy of heaven.

+ Paltry fellow.

Learned meu.

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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 out-live the age I am,

And die as I would do.

Lys. You wish me well.

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Mar. Sir, I will use

My utmost skill in his recovery,

Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's tri- Provided none but I and my companion

umphs,

Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,

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

Be suffer'd to come near hiin.
Lys. Come, let us leave her,
And the gods make her prosperous!

Lys. I am governor of this place you lie

fore.

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[MARINA sings

be

Lys. Mark'd he your music?
Mar. No, nor look'd on us.
Lys. See, she will speak to him.

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 distempera

ture ?

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 you! Hail,

Hail, royal Sir !

Hel. It is in vain he will not speak to you. 1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I

durst wager,

Would win some words of him.

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, t

Which now are midway stopp'd:

She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow-maidens, now within
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side.

He whispers one of the attendant LORDS,
Exit LORD, in the Barge of LYSI-
MACHUS.

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 further,

That for cur 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
Let me intreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

Hel. Sit, Sir, I will recount it :

But see, I am prevented.

Mar. Hail, Sir! my lord, lend ear :Per. Hum! ha!

Mar. I am a maid,

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gaz'd on, comet-like:

speaks

she

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 bath 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 car, Go not till he speak.
[A side.

Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentage

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.

Per. I do think so.

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