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From honourable courses.

Be it so, then;

Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
She did disdain my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,
But cast their gazes on Marina's face;
Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough;
And though you call my course unnatural,
You not your child well loving, yet I find,
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter.


Heavens forgive it!

Dion. And as for Pericles,
What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
And even yet we mourn her monument
Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs

In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expense 'tis done.

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;
Making (to take your imagination)
From bourn to bourn, region to region.
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
To use one language, in each several clime,
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you,
To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you,
The stages of our story. Pericles

Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
Attended on by many a lord and knight,
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Advanc'd in time to great and high estate,
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
Old Helicanus goes along behind.
Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have

This king to Tharsus, (think this pilot thought,
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on)
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
Like motes and shadows see them move awhile;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

Dumb show.

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
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Diony za.

Gow. See, how belief may suffer by foul show.
The borrow'd passion stands for true old woe;
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er-

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,

"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!

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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,
Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
Persevere in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee.
Mar. The gods preserve you!
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,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost hear
From me, it shall be for thy good.
Enter BOULT.

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.

Re-enter Bawd.

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. 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 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:

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1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen,

Enter GoWER.

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.

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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
Resolve you.

Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!
Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
And die as I would do.
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,

You wish me well.

I made to it to know of whence you are.
Hel. First, what is your place?

Lys. I am the 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. 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,

But bootless is your sight; he will not speak

To any.

Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.

Hel. Behold him. [PERICLES discovered.] This was Till the disaster that one mortal night a goodly person,

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She is all happy as the fair'st of all,
And with her fellow maids is now upon
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side.

[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.-Exit Lord.

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Mar. I am a maid,

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gaz'd on like a comet: 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 awkward 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."

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?

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
Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;

As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno;
Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry,
The more she gives them speech.-Where do you live?
Mar. Where I am but a stranger: from the deck
You may discern the place.

Per. Where were you bred? And how achiev'd you these endowments, which You make more rich to owe.

Should I tell my history,
"Twould seem like lies, disdain'd in the reporting.
Per. Pr'ythee, speak:

Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st
Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace
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.

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;
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 is Marina.

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


Patience, good sir,

Or here I'll cease.

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

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


And call'd Marina?
You said you would believe me;
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
I will end here.

But are you flesh and blood?
Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy
Motion?-Well; speak on. Where were you born,
And wherefore call'd Marina?

Call'd Marina,


At sea! what mother?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who died the minute I was born,

As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Deliver'd weeping.


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,

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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,
Speaks nobly of her.

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

Per. O Helicanus! strike me, honour'd sir;
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.
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.


First, sir, I pray,

What is your title?

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me, now,
My drown'd queen's name, (as in the rest you said
Thou hast been godlike perfect) the heir of kingdoms,
And another like 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 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.

Per. None?

The music of the spheres! list, my Marina.

Lys. It is not good to cross him: give him way.
Per. Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear?
Lys. Music? My lord, I hear-
Most heavenly music :
It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
Hangs upon mine eyes: let me rest.
Lys. A pillow for his head.

[He sleeps.

[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.


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,
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.
Or 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. 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,

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More a little, and then dumb.
This, as my last boon, give ine,
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 Mitylen,
To greet the king. So he 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 doom.
SCENE III.-The Temple of DIANA at Ephesus;
THAISA standing near the Altar, as high Priestess;

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