Sim.

Sir, you are music's master.

Per. The worst of all her scholars, my good lord. Sim. Let me ask one thing. What do you think. My daughter? [sir, of Per.

As of a most virtuous princess.
Sim. And she is fair too, is she not!
Per. As a fair day in summer; wondrous fair.
Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you;
Ay, so well, sir, that you inust be her master,
And she'll your scholar be; therefore, look to it.
Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster.
Sim. She thinks not so; peruse this writing else.
Per. What's here?

A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre?
'Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life.
O, seek not to entrap, my gracious lord,

A stranger and distressed gentleman,

[Aside.

That never aim'd so high, to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou A villain.

Per. By the gods, I have not, sir.
Never did thought of mine levy offence;
Nor never did my actions yet commence

A deed might gain her love, or your displeasure.
Sim. Traitor, thou liest.

Per.

Sim.

Traitor !

[art

Ay, traitor, sir. Per. Even in his throat (unless it be the king), That calls me traitor, I return the lie.

Sim. Now, by the gods, 1 do applaud his courage. [Aside.

Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
That never relish'd of a base descent.

I came unto your court, for honour's cause,
And not to be a rebel to her state;

And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.
Sim. No!-

Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.

Enter Thaisa.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe

To any syllable that made love to you?

Thai. Why, sir, say if you had,

Who takes offence at that would make me glad?
Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?-

I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside] I'll tame
I'll bring you in subjection.-

[you;

[Aside.

Will you, not having my consent, bestow
Your love and your affections on a stranger?
(Who, for aught I know to the contrary,
Or think, may be as great in blood as I.)
Hear, therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,-
And you, sir, hear you.-Either be rul'd by me,
Or I will make you-man and wife.-
Nay, come your hands and lips must seal it too.
And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy ;-
And for a further grief,-God give you joy!
What, are you both pleas'd?

Thai.

Yes, if you love me, sir. Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What, are you both agreed? Both. Yes, 'please your majesty. Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt.

ACT III.

Enter Gower.

Gow. Now sleep yslaked bath the rout; No din but snores, the house about, Made louder by the o'er-fed breast Of this most pompous marriage-feast. The cat, with eyue of burning coal, Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole; And crickets sing at the oven's mouth, As the blither for their drouth. Hymen hath brought the bride to bed, Where, by the loss of maidenhead, A babe is moulded ;-Be attent, And time that is so briefly spent, With your fine fancies quaintly eche; What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.

DUMB SHOW.

Enter Pericles and Simonides at one Door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives Pericles a Letter. Pericles shows it to Simonides; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter Thaisa with Child, and Lychorida. Simonides shows his Daughter the Letter; she rejoices: she and Pericles take leave of her Father, and depart. Then Simonides, &c. retire.

Gou. By many a dearn and painful perch,
Of Pericles the careful search,
By the four opposing coignes,
Which the world together joins,
Is made, with all due diligence,
That horse, and sail, and high expense,
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre
(Fame answering the most strong inquire),
To the court of king Simonides
Are letters brought; the tenour these:
Antiochus and his daughter's dead;
The men of Tyrus, on the head
Of Helicanus would set on

The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
The mutiny there he hastes t'appease:
Says to them, if king Pericles
Come not, in twice six moons, home,
He obedient to their doom,
Will take the crown.

The sum of this,

Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Y-ravished the regions round,
And every one with claps 'gan sound,
Our heir apparent is a king:

Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre:

His queen with child, makes her desire
(Which who shall cross ?) along to go
(Omit we all their dole and woe);
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood
Varies again the grizzled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth,
That, as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives.
The lady shrieks, and, well a-Dear!
Doth fall in travail with her fear:
And what ensues in this fell storm,
Shall, for itself, itself perform.

I nil relate; action may
Conveniently the rest convey:
Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination bold

This stage, the ship, upon whose deck
The sea-tost prince appears to speak.

SCENE I.

Enter Pericles, on a Ship at Sea.

(Exit.

Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the tire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
By good appliance was recovered.

Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.The rough and woful music that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.

The vial once more;-How thon stirr'st, thou block! The music there.-I pray you, give her air :Gentlemen,

This queen will live nature awakes; a warmth Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranc'd Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Into life's flower again!

1 Gent.

The heavens, sir,

Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Your fame for ever.

Cer.

She is alive; behold,

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost,

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
The diamonds of a most praised water

Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live,
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
Rare as you seem to be!
[She moves.

Thai. O dear Diana, Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? 2 Gent. Is not this strange ? 1 Gent.

Cer.

Most rare.

Hush, gentle neighbours ; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come; And Esculapius guide us!

[Exeunt, carrying Thaisa away. SCENE III. Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, Lychorida, and Marina.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

[mortally,

O your sweet queen

Dion.
That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her.
To have bless'd mine eyes!
Chither,
Per.
We cannot but obey
The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom,

For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so), here
I charge your charity withal, and leave her
The infant of your care; beseeching you
To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

Cle.
Fear not, my lord:
Your grace, that fed my country with your corn
(For which the people's prayers still fall upon you),
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection
Should therein make me vile, the common body,
By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty;
Bat if to that my nature need a spur,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation?

Per. I believe you Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show will in't. So I take my leave... Good madam, make me blessed in your care In bringing up my child.

Dion.

I have one myself,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Than yours, my lord.
Per.

Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o'the shore ;

Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and
The gentlest winds of heaven.
Per.

I will embrace

Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O, no tears,
Lychorida, no tears:

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
You may depend hereafter.--Come, my lord.[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House. Enter Cerimon and Thaisa.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
At your command. Know you the character?
Thai. It is my lord's.

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even ou my yearning time; but whether there
Deliver'd or no, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
A vestal livery will I take me to,

And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
Diana's temple is not distant far,

Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all;

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. [Exeunt

ACT IV.

Enter Gower.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom❜d to his own desire.
His woful queen leave at Ephess,
To Dian there a votaress.

Now to Marina bend your mind,

Whom our fast growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In music, letters; who hath gain'd

Of education all the grace,

Which makes her both the heart and place
Of general wonder. But alack!
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight Philoten: and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be !
Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld woand
The cambric, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records with moan; or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Vail to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute Marina: so

With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer dost prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
And cursed Dionyza hath

The pregnant instrument of wrath

Prest for this blow. The unborn event

I do commend to your content:

Only I carry winged time

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;

Which never could I so convey,

Unless your thoughts went on my way.-
Dionyza does appear,

With Leonine, a murderer.

SCENE 1.

[Exit.

Enter Marina, with a Basket of Flowers.
Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed,
To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues,
The purple violets, and marigolds,

Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,
While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid,
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 alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing you have
A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd
With this unprofitable woe! Come, come;
Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it,
Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick there,
Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come ;-
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
Mar. No, I pray you;

I'll not bereave you of your servant.
Dion.
Come, come;
I love the king your father, and yourself,
With more than foreign heart. We every day
Expect him here: When he shall come, and find
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 ta'en
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,
Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve
That excellent complexion, which did steal
The eyes of young and old. Care not for me:
I can go home alone.

Mar.

Well, I will go; But yet I have no desire to it.

Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; Remember what I have said.

Leon.

I warrant you, madam. Dion. I'll leave yon, my sweet lady, for awhile; Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood: What! I must have a care of you. Mar.

Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wenchless.

Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten.

Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper.

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

eleven

(Exit Dionyza. Is this wind westerly that blows! Leon. South-west. Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Leon. Was't so! Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, But cry'd, good seamen to the sailors, galling His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes; And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder-tackle Wash'd off a canvass-climber: Ha! says one, Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Leon. And when was this? Mar. It was when I was born: Never was waves nor wind more violent. Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily. What mean you? Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious,

Mar.

For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn To do my work with haste.

Mar.

Why, will you kill me?
Leon. To satisfy my lady.
Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?
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
To any living creature: believe me, la,
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,
Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
My life imply her danger?

Leon.

My commission

Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now:

[Exit.

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. O, 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 hatched. 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 and 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 thorough 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 bas 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 hated 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.

[Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Baird. Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant 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.