I did not think

Lys. Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou could'st.

Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, 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,

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. Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold 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 Of hell would not in reputation change: Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel That hither comes enquiring for his tib; To the cholerick fisting of each rogue thy ear Is liable; thy very food is such

As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for

end to buy him a wooden one?

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common 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.
O 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.

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: I can place thee, I will.

Mar. But, amongst honest women?

Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little ang

Bawd. O abominable!

bought you, there's no going but by their conseca, therefore I will make them acquainted with you

Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever!

tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways.

Enter GoWER.

Suppose him now at anchor, The city striv'd God Neptune's annual feust to keep from whence

Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expence;
And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your supposing once zoore put your sight;
Of heavy Pericles think this the bark :
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark.

E. 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 Tyriar. vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELICANUS. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? be can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene.

-

O 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 gentlemen.
Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.

Enter Two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?

Hel. Gentlemen,

Hel. And you, sir, to out-live the age I am, And die as I would do.

Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are. Hel. First, sir, what is your place?

Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. Hel. Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;

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 distemperature?
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 goodly person,

Till the disaster, that, one inortal night,

Drove him to this.

Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hail!

Hail, royal sir!

Hei. 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 inake a battery through his deafen'd parts, Which now are midway stopp'd: Is, with her fellow maidens, now within She, all as happy as of all the fairest, The leafy shelter that abuts against The island's side.

[He whispers one of the attendant Lords. Exit Lord, in the barge of LYSIMACHUS. Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit That bears recovery's name. But, since your kind

ness

We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further,
That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

Lys.

you,

To greet them fairly.

Tyr. Sail. Sir,

This is the man that can, in aught you would,
Resolve you.

Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!

Hel.

Sit, sir, I will recount it;

But, see, I am prevented.

Hel.

A gallant lady.

:

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gaz'd on, comet-like she speaks,
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 hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and aukward casualties
Bound me in servitude. I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak.

Aside. Per. My fortunes-parentage- good parent

age

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. I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me. — You are like something that-What countrywoman? Here of these shores?

Mar.

No, nor of any shores:
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
No other than I appear.

Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.

My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square

brows;

For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee,
And make my senses credit thy relation,

To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st
Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back,
(Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou cam'st
From good descending?
So indeed I did.

Mar.

Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine,

If both were open'd.

Mar.

Some such thing indeed I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely.

Per.

Tell thy story;
If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look
Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind
virgin?

Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.

Per.

O, I aim mock'd, And thou by some incensed god sent hither To make the world laugh at me.

Mar.

Or here I'll cease.

Per.

Patience, good sir,

Nay, I'll be patient; Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, To call thyself Marina.

Mar.

The name Marina, Was given me by one that had some power; My father, and a king.

Per.

And call'd Marina?

How! a king's daughter?

Per.
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be.
My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well : —where
were you bred?

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.

Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I did give o'er.

Per. I will believe you by the syllable Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:How came you in these parts? where were you bred? Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave me Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, Did seek to murder me; and having woo'd

Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,

Speaks nobly of her.

Lys.
She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.

Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sír;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,

And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,

Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again! - O Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud
As thunder threatens us: This is Marina.
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.

Mar.

What is your title?

First, sir, I pray

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now (As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect,) My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of kingdoms,

And another life to Pericles thy father.

Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
To say, my mother's name was Thaisa?
Thaisa was my mother, who did end,

The minute I began.

Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my

It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber Hangs on mine eye-lids; let me rest. [He sleeps. Lys. A pillow for his head;

[The curtain before the pavilion of PERICLES is
closed.

So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you.

[Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA,
and attendant Lady.

SCENE II.- The same.

PERICLES on the deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him as in a vision.

Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee thither,

And do upon mine altar sacrifice.

There, when my maiden priests are met together,
Before the people all,

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife :
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
And give them repetition to the life.

Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe:
Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow.
Awake, and tell thy dream. [DIANA disappears.
Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
I will obey thee! - Helicanus !

Per. Come, my Marina.

Sir, lend your arm.

[Exeunt.

Enter GowER, before the temple of Diana at

Ephesus.

Gow. Now our sands are almost run;

More a little, and then done.

This, as my last boon, give me,

(For such kindness must relieve me,)

That you aptly will suppose

What pageantry, what feats, what shows,

What minstrelsy, and pretty din,

The regent made in Mitylin,

To greet the king. So he has thriv'd,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd
To fair Marina; but in no wise,
Till he had done his sacrifice,
As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound,
In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd
And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our king, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful boon.

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