Of hell would not in reputation change: 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 the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the 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; Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will. Mar. But, amongst honest women? Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little. amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their consent; therefore I will make them açquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. [Excunt. Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am, And die as I would do. Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish A man, who for this three months hath not No better choice, and think me rarely wed.— spoken To any one, nor taken sustenance, 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? But bootless is your sight; he will not speak Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish. Till the disaster, that, one mortal night, Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hail, Hail, royal sir! Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. I 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 make a battery through his deafen'd parts, Which now are midway stopp'd: She, all as happy as of all the fairest, Is, with her fellow maidens, now within 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 Fair one, Mar. Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Lys. Come, let us leave her, [Marina sings. Lys. Mark'd he your music? Mar. I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parent 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 wherefore called Marina ? Per. At sea! thy mother? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; And how achiev'd you these endowments, which Deliver'd weeping. Mar. Should I tell my history, "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st 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? Mar. So indeed I did. 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 Per. O, stop there a little! This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I leave me ; Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, I said, and said no more but what my thoughts You think me an impostor: no, good faith; Did warrant me was likely. Per. Tell thy story; If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part Extremity out of act. What were thy friends? Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me. Per. O, I am mock'd, And thou by some incensed god sent hither Mar. Patience, good sir, Or here I'll cease. Per. Nay, I'll be patient; Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, Mar. The name Marina, Was given me by one that had some power; Per. How! a king's daughter? Mar. You said you would believe me ; I am the daughter to king Pericles, Per. Ho, Helicanus! Hel. Calls my gracious lord? Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor, Hel. I know not; but Lys. She would never tell Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir; And drown me with their sweetness.-O, come hither, Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget; For truth can never be confirm'd enough, 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. Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife: Mur. Is it no more to be your daughter, than Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. To say, my mother's name was Thaisa? Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my child. Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, (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, sir. 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? Hel. My lord, I hear none. Hel. Sir. Gow. Now our sands are almost run; More a little, and then done. This, as my last boon, give me, What pageantry, what feats, what shows, To greet the king. So he has thriv'd, SCENE III. [Erit. The temple of DIANA at Ephesus; THAISA standing near the altar, as High-Priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending. Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady. Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command, I here confess myself the king of Tyre; At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth Thai. Voice and favour! You are, you are--O, royal Pericles! She faints. Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentlemen! Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina, For she was yielded there. Thai. Bless'd, and mine own! Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen! Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute. Thui. 'Twas Helicanus then. Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he. Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man, Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can From first to last resolve you. Per. Reverend sir, The gods can have no mortal officer More like a god than you. Will you deliver How this dead queen re-lives? Cer. I will, my lord. Beseech you, first go with me to my house, Where shall be shown you all was found with her; How she came placed here within the temple; No needful thing omitted. Per. Pure Diana! Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer my house, My night oblations to thee. Thaisa, This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, Sir, that my father's dead. Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen, We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Enter GOWER. Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard Of monstrous lust the due and just reward: |