Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Bcult. Why I would 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 inquiring for his tib;
To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy car
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 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,

O that the gods would safely from this place
Deliver me? Here, here is gold for thee.
If that thy master would gain ought 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: 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 acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for

Could he but speak, would own a name too dear. thee what I can; come your ways.

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Gow. Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and
Into an honest house, our story says. [chances
She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays: [poses
Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld com-
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, [lost;
Where we left him, on the sea. We there him
Whenice, 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 close Pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it ;
Pericles within it, reclining on a couch. A Barge
lying beside the Tyrian vessel.

Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian ves-
sel, 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 Lysimachus the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?
Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.
Tur. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?

[exeunt.

[pray you

There is some of worth would come aboard; I
To greet them fairly. [the Gentlemen and the two
Sailors descend, and go on board the Barge.
Enter from thence Lysimachus and Lords; the Ty-
rian 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

And die as I would do.

am,

Lys. You wish me well.
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphis,
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 a goodly person,
Till the disaster, that, one mortal night,
Drove him to this.

Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you!
Hail, royal sir!
[Hall,
Hel. It is in vain: he will not speak to you.
1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst
Would win some words of him.
[wager,

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 Lords.-
exit Lord, in the barge of Lysimachus.

Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll
omit
[kindness
That bears recovery's name. But since, your
We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you fur-
That for our gold we may provision have, [ther,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

Lys. O, sir, a courtesy,

Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province.-Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it ;

But see, I am prevented.

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,
[live?
The more she gives them speech.-Where do you
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

Enter, from the Barge, Lord, Marina, and a young You make more rich to owe?

Lys. O, here is

Lady.

The lady that I sent for.-Welcome, fair one ;-
Is't not a goodly presence?

Hel. A gallant lady.

Mar. 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

Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee,

came

Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish
No better choice, and think me rarely wed.-
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
If that thy prosperous-artificial feat
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

Mar. Sir, I will use

My utmost skill in his recovery,

Provided none but I and my companion
Be suffer'd to come near him.

Lys. Come, let us leave her,

And the gods make her prosperous! [Marina sings.
Lys. Mark'd he your music?
Mar. No, nor look'd on us. by
Tys. See, she will speak to him.
Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:
Per. Hum! ha!

Mar. I am a maid,

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 etdiy
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.
[aside.
Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentage-
To equal mine!-was it not thus? what say you?

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?

Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.

Per. O, I am mock'd,

And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.

Mar. Patience, good sir,

Or here I'll cease.

.

Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now As our intents will need?