Enter Thaisa. Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.] I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection. Will [Aside yon, not having my consent, hestow Your love and your affections on a stranger? (Who, for ought 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. Thai. NOW sleep yslaked hath the rout; Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch, By the four opposing coignes, Which the world together joins, Is made, with all due diligence, That horse, and sail, and high expense, The crown of Tyre, but he will none: The mutiny there he hastes t'appease; Will take the crown. The sum of this, And every one with claps 'gan sound, Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing? Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood This stage, the ship, upon whose deck [Exit. SCENE I-Enter Pericles, on a Ship at Sea. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges, Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nimble For thou'rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world, As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, Enter two Sailers. 1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw; It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, I would, it would be quiet. 1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wik thou? Blow, and split thyself. 2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not. 1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard; the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead. Per. That's your superstition. 1 Sail. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it still hatb been observed; and we are strong in earuest. There fore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight. Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen! Lyc Here she lies, sir. Per A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear 3 No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly: nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper, [Exit Lychorida. Virtue and cunning were endowments greater And I can speak of the disturbances That nature works, and of her cures; which give me To please the fool and death. 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Enter two Servants with a Chest. Serv. So; lift there. Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,-up with it. O you most potent god! what's here? a corse! 1 Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entrea. sur'd With bags of spices full! A passport too! Apollo, perfect me i'the characters! [Unfolds a scroll, [Reads.] Here I give to understand, (If e'er this coffin drive a-land) I, king Pericles, have lost This queen, worth all our mundane cost.. She was the daughter of a king: The gods requite his charity! If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart That even cracks for woe!-This chane'd to-night. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks!-They were too rough, That threw her in the sea. Make fire within; Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. Death may usurp on nature many hours, The overpressed spirits. I have heard Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead, Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths. The rough and woeful music that we have, The vial once more ;-How thou stirr'st, thou block?- This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth The heavens, sir, Cer. She is alive; behold. Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; Cer. Hush, gentle neighbours: Lend me your bands: 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! Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O, no tears, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace SCENE IV-Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, And never more bave joy. Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter Gower. IMAGINE Pericles at Tyre, Which makes her both the heart and place Be't when she wear'd the sleided silk Vail to her mistress Dian; still This Philoten contends in skill With the dove of Paphos might the crow Vie feathers white. Marina gets All praises, which are paid as debts, The pregnant instrument of wrath I do commend to your content: Only I carry winged time Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, While suminer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? I'll not bereave you of your servant. Come, come; 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 you, my sweet lady, for a while; Pray you, walk softly, do not heat your blood: What! I must have a care of you. Mar. Thanks, sweet madam. [Exit Dionyza. Is this wind westerly that blows? Leon. Was't so? Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder-tackle They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, 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, For the gods are quick of car, and I am sworn To do my work with haste. Mar. Why, will you kill me? Leon. To satisfy my lady. Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! [Leonine runs away. 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates, with Marina SCENE II.-The same. Re-enter Leonine. Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Valdes; And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead, And thrown into the sea. But I'll see further; Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Not carry her aboard. If she remain, Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. [Exit. SCENE III-Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel. En ter Pander, Bawd, and Boult. Pand. Boult. Boult. Sir. 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 used in every trade, we shall never prosper. 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 two unwholesome o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage. Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped 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? Prud. O, our credit comes not in like the commed |