Lychorida, her nurse, she takes, This stage the ship, upon whose deck Enter PERICLES, on shipboard. 1 Sail. Slack the bowlines there; thou wilt not, wilt 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 hath been still observed, and we are strong in earnest. There fore briefly yield her, for she must overboard straight. Per. As you think meet.-Most wretched queen! Lyc. Here she lies, sir. Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear; No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight [Exit. Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells.-O Lychorida! Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper, My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe Upon the pillow. Hie thee, whiles I say A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman. [Exit LYCHORIDA. 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk'd and bitumed ready. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges, Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant. Lyc. Here is a thing too young for such a place, Am like to do. Take in your arms this piece Per. How! how, Lychorida! Even for this charge. Per. Patience, good sir, Now, mild may be thy life; For thou'rt the rudeliest welcome to this world, As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, Enter Two Sailors. 1 Sail. What, courage, sir! God save you. Cer. Philemon, ho! Enter PHILEMON. Phil. Doth my lord call? Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men: It has been a turbulent and stormy night. Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this, Till now I ne'er endur'd. Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return: There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, And tell me how it works. [TO PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHILEMON, Servant, and the rest. Enter Two Gentlemen. "Tis most strange, Nature should be so conversant with pain, Being thereto not compell'd. Cer. Have studied physic, through which secret art, To please the fool and death. 2 Gent. Most likely, sir. Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks.-They were too rough, Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. Of an Egyptian, that had nine hours lien dead, Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire. Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. The vial once more;-how thou stirr'st, thou block !— The music there!-I pray you, give her air. Gentlemen, nature awakes a warm she hath not been entranc'd See, how she 'gins to blow This queen will live 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Such strong renown as time shall never Enter Two Servants with a Chest. Serv. So; lift there. Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest: 'Tis of some wreck. Cer. Set it down; let's look upon't. 2 Gent. "Tis like a coffin, sir. Cer. Whate'er it be, 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight: If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold, 'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us. 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord. Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd. Did the sea cast it up? Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, As toss'd it upon shore. Cer. Come, wrench it open. Soft, soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour. Cer. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it. O, you most potent gods! what's here? a corse? 1 Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured With full bags of spices! A passport too: Apollo, perfect me i' the characters! [Unfolds a Scroll. "Here I give to understand, (If e'er this coffin drive a-land) I, king Pericles, have lost Which Pericles hath lost, Begin to part their fringes of bright gold: O dear Diana! Thai. 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. [Exeunt, carrying THAISA out. 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 mortally, Yet glance full wanderingly on us. Dion. O, your sweet queen! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither, To have bless'd mine eyes! Per. We cannot but obey This queen, worth all our mundane cost. If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart That even cracks for woe !-This chanc'd to-night. Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Per. Dion. 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 Per. I will embrace Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O! no tears, Enter GoWER. Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre, Which makes her both the heart and place One daughter, and a wench full grown, Lychorida, no tears: Look to your little mistress, on whose grace Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with you in your coffer, which are At your command. Know you the character? That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, I cannot rightly say. But since king Pericles, Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Where you may abide till your date expire. Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; ACT IV. Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk She sung, and made the night-bird mute, With the dove of Paphos might the crow Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't: Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Here Enter MARINA, with a Basket of Flowers. Mar. No, I will rob Tellus of her weed, To strew thy grave with flowers: the yellows, blues, Shall, as a carpet, hang upon thy grave, Dion. How now, Marina! why do you weep 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 Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there, I'll not bereave you of your servant. Dion. Come, come; He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; Mar. But yet Well, I will go; I have no desire to it. Leon. Mar. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants: we lost too much money this mart, by Thanks, sweet madam.-[Exit DIONYZA. being too wenchless. Is the 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 hauling ropes; And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea Leon. When was this? Mar. When I was born: Never were waves nor wind more violent; A canvass-climber. "Ha!" says one, "wilt out?" From stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and Mar. 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 ear, and I am sworn To do my work with haste. Mar. Why will you kill me? Leon. To satisfy my lady. I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn 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: Your lady seeks my life; come you between, 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 they 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're too 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? 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 any trade; it's no calling. But here comes Boult. Enter BoULT, and the Pirates with MARINA. Boult. Come your ways. 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 has excellent good clothes: there's no farther 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. [Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour of her hair, complexion, height, her 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 o'erboard thrown me For to seek my mother! Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one? Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you. Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are like to live. Mar. Are you a woman? Bawd. 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. 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 thou that in the town: report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore, say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report. Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home some tonight. Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. Diana, aid my purpose! Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a will you go with us? woman? 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 testament. 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 Veroles? 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. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Tharsus. A Room in CLEON'S House. Enter CLEON and DIONYZA. Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Cle. O Dionyza ! such a piece of slaughter The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon. Dion. You'll turn a child again. I think, Cle. Were I chief lord of all this spacious world, I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady! Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess To equal any single crown o' the earth, I' the justice of compare! O villain Leonine! Whom thou hast poison'd too. If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Becoming well thy face: what canst thou say, When noble Pericles shall demand his child? Who can cross it, Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, To foster it, nor ever to preserve. She died at night; I'll say so. Unless you play the pious innocent, And for an honest attribute, cry out, "She died by foul play?" Cle. Dion. |