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From honourable courses.
Be it so, then;
Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,
Heavens forgive it!
Dion. And as for Pericles,
In glittering golden characters express
Cle. Thou art like the harpy, Which, to betray, doth with thine angel's face, Seize with thine eagle's talons.
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
Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't;
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
This king to Tharsus, (think this pilot thought,
Enter PERICLES with his Train, at one door; 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.
And yet he rides it out. Now, please you, wit
Gow. See, how belief may suffer by foul show.
Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
"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 slaughter. 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: Wherefore she does (and swears she'll never stint) Make raging battery upon shores of flint." No visor does become black villany, So well as soft and tender flattery. Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, And bear his courses to be ordered By lady fortune; while our scene must play His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day, In her unholy service. Patience then, And think you now are all in Mitylen. [Exit. SCENE V.-Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel. Enter from the Brothel, two Gentlemen.
1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?
2 Gent. No; nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.
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 bawdyhouses. 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, fie upon her! she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation: we must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, 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 way to be rid on't, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, disguised.
Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter LYSIMACHUS.
Lys. How now! How a dozen of virginities? Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour! 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?
Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would-but there never came her like in Mitylene.
Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st
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'y thee?
Boult. O, sir! I can be modest.
That the gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Though they did change me to the meanest bird That flies i' the purer air!
I did not think
Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou could'st.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house, But for this virgin that doth prop it, would Sink, and overwhelm you. 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 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.
Bawd. How now! what's the matter?
Boult. Worse and worse, mistress: she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus.
Bawd. Ó, 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 suoWball; 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 wilt thou have me?
Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.
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 so bad as thou art,
1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen,
Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances 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 needle composes Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry, That even her art sisters the natural roses; Her inkle, silk, twin 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, And to her father turn our thoughts again, Where we left him on the sea, tumbled and tost; And, 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: from 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, Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark. [Exit. SCENE I.-On board PERICLES' Ship, off Mitylene. A Pavilion on deck, with a Curtain before it; CLES within it, reclining 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. | 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 or Three Gentlemen.
There is some of worth would come aboard: I pray Greet him fairly.
[Gentlemen and Sailors descend, and go on board the Barge.
Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, and the Two Sailors.
Tyr. Sail. Sir,
This is the man that can in aught you would
Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!
You wish me well.
I made to it to know of whence you are.
Lys. I am the governor of this place you lie before.
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. It would be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief of all springs from the loss
Lys. May we not see him, then?
But bootless is your sight; he will not speak
Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.
Hel. Behold him. [PERICLES discovered.] This was Till the disaster that one mortal night a goodly person,
She is all happy as the fair'st of all,
[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.-Exit Lord.
Mar. I am a maid,
My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentageTo 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 country woman? Here of these shores?
Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.
As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
Per. Where were you bred? And how achiev'd you these endowments, which You make more rich to owe.
Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st
So indeed I did.
Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou saidst Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine, If both were open'd.
Some such thing
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely.
Tell thy story;
Patience, good sir,
Or here I'll cease.
And call'd Marina?
At sea! what mother?
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
For I was born at sea.
How! a king's daughter?
Per. O! stop there a little. This is the rarest dream that e'er dull'd sleep Did mock sad fools withal; this cannot be. My daughter's buried.-Well:-where were you bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.
Mar. You scorn: believe me, 'twere best I did give
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 A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't, A crew of pirates came and rescued me; Brought me to Mitylene. But, good sir, Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? may be,
You think me an impostor: no, good faith;
I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be.
Per. Ho, Helicanus!
Calls my gracious lord? Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor, Most wise in general: tell me, if thou canst, What this maid is, or what is like to be, That thus hath made me weep?
I know not; but
Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Per. O Helicanus! strike me, honour'd sir;
First, sir, I pray,
What is your title?
Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me, now,
Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
Per. Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child. Give me fresh garments! Mine own, Helicanus, She is not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been, By savage Cleon: she shall tell thee all; When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge, She is thy very princess.-Who is this?
Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene, Who, hearing of your melancholy state, Did come to see you.
Per. I embrace you, Give me my robes! I am wild in my beholding. O heavens, bless my girl! But hark! what music?— Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt, How sure you are my daughter.-But what music?
O! come hither, For other service first: toward Ephesus
Hel. My lord, I hear none.
The music of the spheres! list, my Marina.
Lys. It is not good to cross him: give him way.
[The Curtain before the Pavilion of PERICLES is closed.
[Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and Lady.
SCENE II.-The Same.
PERICLES on the Deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him 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,
Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife :
[DIANA disappears. Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine, I will obey thee.—Helicanus !
Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA.
Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike The inhospitable Cleon; but I am
Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
More a little, and then dumb.
Our king, and all his company.