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Mar. If you were born to honour, shew it now;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

Lys. How's this? how's this?-Some more;-be sage.
Mar. For me,

That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Hath placed me here, within this loathsome sty,
Where, since I came, diseases have been sold
Dearer than physic,-O that the good 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!

Lys. I did not think

Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

[couldst.

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,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from
It shall be for thy good.
[me,

[48 LYSIMACHUS is putting up his purse,

BOULT enters.

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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 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 womenkind? 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 inquiring for his Tib;
To the choleric 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 the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one?

Mar. Do anything 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: 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 thee what I can; come your ways. [Ezeunt.

ACT V.

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 neeld 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. We there him lost;
Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrived
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived
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.

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My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,

[MARINA Sings.

But have been gazed on, comet-like: she speaks,
My lord, that may be hath endured 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.-[Aside.] 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 parentage-

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;
Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
As silver-voiced; her eyes as jewel-like,

And cased 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 achieved you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?

Mar. Should I tell my history,

'Twould seem like lies, disdain'd in the reporting.
Per. Prythee, 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 loved indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back,
(Which was when I perceived thee,) that thou cam'st
From good descending?

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

[o'er.

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,

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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 beca,

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.

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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.

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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 thrived,
That he is promised to be wived
To fair Marina; but in nowise
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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SCENE III.-The Temple of DIANA at EPHESUS; THAISA standing near the altar, as high priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; CERIMON and other inhabi tants 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;
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis.

At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess,
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tharsus
Was nursed with Cleon, whom at fourteen years
He sought to murder: but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene; against whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.

Thai. Voice and favour!

You are, you are―0 royal Pericles!—

[She faints.

[men!

Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentle
Cer. Noble Sir,

If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.

Per. Reverend appearer, no;

I threw her o'erboard with these very arms.
Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.

Per. 'Tis most certain.

Cer. Look to the lady;-0, she 's but o'erjoy'd.

Early one blustering morn this lady was

Thrown on this shore. I oped the coffin, and
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed her
Here in Diana's temple.

Per. May we see them?

Cer. Great Sir, they shall be brought you to my house, Whither I invite you.-Look, Thaisa is Recover'd.

Thai. O, let me look!

If he be none of mine, my sanctity

Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,

But curb it, spite of seeing.-0, my lord,

Are you not Pericles? Like him you speak,

Like him you are: did you not name a tempest, A birth, and death?

Per. The voice of dead Thaisa!

Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead And drown'd.

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Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen
(Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen)
Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast,

Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last:
In Helicanus may you well descry

A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:

In reverend Cerimon, there well appears

The worth that learned charity aye wears:

For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame

Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd name
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;

That him and his they in his palace burn.

The gods for murder seemed so content

To punish them; although not done, but meant.

So on your patience evermore attending, New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending. [Exit GOWER.

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