That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Even on my yearning time; but whether there

Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as
speak,

Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Shall there attend you.

Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHO- Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
RIDA, and MARINA.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be

gone;

My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. Yo, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt
you mortally,

Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Dion. O your sweet queen!

That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought

Thai. My recompense is thanks; that's all;

you

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small

ACT IV.

Enter GoWER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd to his own desire.
His woeful queen leave at Ephess,
To Dian there a votaress.

[Exeunt

Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In music, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,

Which makes her both the heart and place
Of general wonder. But, alack!
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight Philoten: and it is said

silk

For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be:
Be't when she weav'd the sleided
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld wound
The cambric, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records with moan? or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Veil to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute T Marina: so

With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead;
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
And cursed Dionyza hath

The pregnant ** instrument of wrath
Prest ++ for this blow. The unboru event

I do commend to your content:
Only I carry winged time

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;

• Groaning.

§ Needle.

Prepared.

++ Ready.

Y

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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE,

Which never could I so convey,
Unless your thoughts went on my way.-
Dionyza does appear,

With Leonine, a murderer.

[Exit.

Enter MARINA, with a Basket of Flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weeds, To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues,

The purple violets, and marigolds,

Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,
While summer days do last. Ah me ! poor
maid,

Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
This world to me is like a lasting storm,
Whirring me from my friends.

Dion. How now, Marina! Why do you keep
alone?

How chance my daughter is not with you? Do

not

Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
A uurse of me. Lord! how your favour's+
chang'd

With this unprofitable woe! Come, come;
Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea
mar it,

Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick there
the stomach.
Piercing, and sharpens well

Come ;

Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

Mar. No, I pray you;

I'll not bereave you of your servant.

Dion. Come, come;

I love the king your father, and yourself,
With more than foreign heart. We every day
Expect him here; when he shall come, and find
Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted,

He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en
Go, I pray you,
No care to your best courses.
Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve
That excellent complexion, which did steal
Care not for me;
The eyes of young and old.

I can go home alone.

Mar. Well, I will go;

But yet I have no desire to it.

Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least: Remember what I have said.

Leon. I warrant you, madam.

Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a

while;

Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood :
What! I must have a care of you.

Act IV.

Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never
fear,

But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling
His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes ;
And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder.
tackle

Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one,
Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry,
They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain
whistles,

The master calls, and trebles their confusion
Leon. And when was this?

Mar. It was when I was born:

Never were waves nor wind more violent.
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
Mar. What mean you?

Leon. If you require a little space for prayer,
I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious,

For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
To do my work with haste.

Mar. Why, will you kill me?
Leon. To satisfy my lady.

Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?
Now, as I can remember by my troth,
I never did her hurt in all my life;
I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
To any living creature: believe me, la,
I never kill'd a mouse, nor burt a fly :
I trod upon a worm against my will,
But I wept for it. How have I offended,
Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
My life imply her danger?

Leon. My commission

Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I

hope.

You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow
You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,
When you caught hurt in parting two that
fought:

Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now :
Your lady seeks my life: come you between,
And save poor me, the weaker.
Leon. I am sworn,

And will despatch.

2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come let's have her aboard suddenly.

[Exeunt PIRATES with MARINA. SCENE II.-The same.

Re-enter LEONINE.

Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;

And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go:
There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's
dead,

And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further:
Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her,
Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain.
[Exit.

SCENE III.-Mitylene.-A Room in a
Brothel.

Enter PANDER, BAWD, and BOULT.
Pund. Boult.

Boult. Sir.

Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this [Exit DIONYZA. mart, by being too wenchless.

Mar. Thanks, sweet madam.

Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten.

Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, what

• A ship-bov.

Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in thing by custom. When nature framed this piece, you.

Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you of thine own report. are like to live.

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PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE.

Bawd. What have you to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us?

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Tharsus.-A Room in CLEON's

House.

ness

Becoming well thy feat: what canst thon say,
When noble Pericles shall demand his child?
Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the
[fates
To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
Who can cross
She died by night; I'll say so.
it ?

Unless you play the impious innocent, t
And, for an honest attribute, cry out

She died by foul play.

Cle. Oh! go to. Well, well,

Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.

Dion. Be one of those, that think

The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,
And open this to Pericles. I do shame
To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how cow'd a spirit.

Cle. To such proceeding

Who ever but his approbation added,
Though not his preconsent, he did not flow
From honourable courses.

Dion. Be it so then;

Yet none does know, but you, how she

dead,

came

Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
She did disdain my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes: None would look on
ber,

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

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.

Cle. Heavens forgive it!

Dion. And as for Pericles,

What should he say? We wept after

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 wear an angel's face,
Seize with an eagle's talons.

me

Act IV.

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 cliure,
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech
you,

To learn of me, who stand i'the gap 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
brought

This king to Tharsus, (think his 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

while;

Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

Dumb show.

move a

Enter at one door PERICLES, with his Train; 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. Then CLEON and DIONYZA retire.

Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,

With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er-
showr'd,

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,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit‡
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza.

[Reads the inscription on MARINA'S
Monument.

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 slaugh-

her Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never

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 Tharsus.

Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues
make short;

Sail seas in cockles; have, and wish but for't;

I. e. Of a piece with the rest of my exploit.
A common appellation for an idiot.
Only.

A coarse wench.

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 scenes display
His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen.

[Exit.

Bawd. We have here one, Sir, if she would but there never came her like in Mity--be sage. lene.

Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st say.

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to well enough.