But for this virgin that doth prop it up, 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. Oh! 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 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, bark, you gods! Bawd. She conjures : away with her. Would she had never come within my doors! Marry Will you not hang you! She's born to undo us. 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. I doubt not but this populous city will Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of ? Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home And prostitute me to the basest groom 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. [Exeunt. ACT V. Enter GoWER. Gow. Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and Into an honest house, our story says. Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or That even her art sisters the natural roses : place; And to her father turn our thoughts again. Mar. Whither would you have me? We there him Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold Where we left him, on the sea. ost; Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv’d Here where his daughter dwells; and on this so dear. Mar. Pr'ythee tell me one thing first. 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 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; Of hell would not in reputation change : strel + That hither comes enquiring for his tib; 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 thon doest. Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth; dear. Oh! that the gods would safely from this place With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast; And I will undertake all these to teach. [Exit. SCENE I.-On board PERICLES' Ship, off Mitylene. A close Pavilion on deck, with a Curtain before it; PERICLES within it, reclined on a Couch. A Barge lying beside the Tyrian Vessel. Enter two SAILORS, one belonging to the Ty- Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he Oh! here he is.- Mar. Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's tri- Provided none but I and my companion 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, 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. 1 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 Which now are midway stopp'd: He whispers one of the attendant LORDS,- Be suffer'd to come near him. And the gods make her prosperous! [MARINA sings Lys. Mark'd be your music? Mar. I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, speaks she My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: Per. My fortunes-parentage-good paren tage 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? My daughter might have been my queen's square brows; Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; 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? Mar. Should I tell my history. "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the report ing. Per. Pr'ythee speak: • Possess. Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look st | A crew of pirates came and rescu'd me; Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good Sir, And make my senses credit thy relation, You think me an impostor: no, good faith; If thine, consider'd, prove the thousandth part What were thy friends? Recount, I do beseech thee: come, sit by me. 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? And call'd Marina ? If good king Pericles be. 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; hither, O come Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, She is thy very princess.-Who is this? Per. I embrace you, Sir. Mar. My mother was the danghter of a king; Give me my robes-I am wild in my beholding. Who died the very minute I was born, As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft Per. Oh! 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, And never interrupt you. Mar. You'll scarce believe me: 'twere best I did give o'er. 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, 1. e. No puppet dressed up to deceive me. +1 will believe every word you say. O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what music? SCENE II-The same.-PERICLES on the Deck asleep: DIANA appearing to him as in a vision. Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; bie thee thither, And do upon mine altar sacrifice. She at Tharsus Wears yet thy silver livery. He sought to murder: but her better stars us, There, when my maiden priests are met to- Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she gether, Before the people all, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife : To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's call, [DIANA disappears. Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and Hel. Sir. MARINA. Made known herself my daughter. You are you are-O royal Pericles! [She faints. Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentlemen! Cer. Noble Sir. If you have told Diana's altar true, Per. Reverend appearer, no: I threw her o'erboard with these very arms, Cer. Look to the lady;-Oh! she's but o'er Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was strike The inhospitable Cleon; but I am For other service first toward Ephesus why. Shall we refresh us, Sir, upon your shore, As our intents will need? Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and plac'd 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 Lys. With all my heart, Sir; and, when you Recover'd. come ashore, I have another suit. Per. You shall prevail, Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems Lys. Sir, lend your arm. Per. Come, my Marina. [Exeunt. Thai. Oh! let me look! If he be none of mine, my sanctity A birth, and death? Per. The voice of dead Thaisa! Thai. That Thaisa am 1, supposed dead, Per. Immortal Dian! Thai. Now I know you better. When we with tears parted Pentapolis, The king, my father, gave you such a ring. [Shows a ring. Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness Makes my past miseries sport: You shall do well, That on the touching of her lips I may buried more be seen. O come, be A second time within these arms. a Per. Hail Dian! to perform thy just com- How possibly preserv'd; and whom to thank, mand, 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, 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! I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now, Sir, that my father's dead. Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen, We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Will in that kingdom spend our following days; Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. 1. a. His beard. Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay, To hear the rest untold.-Sir, lead the way. [Exeunt. Enter GOWER. 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 preserv'd 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: name Of Pericles, to rage the city turn; 1. c. The king of Antioch. |