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The overpressed spirits. I have heard
I believe you; Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead, Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, By good appliance was recovered.
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.
Though I show will in't. So I take my leave. The rough and woful music that we have, Good madam, make me blessed in your care Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.
In bringing up my child. The vial once more ;-How thou stirrst, thou Dion.
I have one myself, block
Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers This queen will live : nature awakes ; a warmth Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranc'd
o'the shore ; Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, 4 and Into life's flower again!
The gentlest winds of heaven.
I will embrace Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-0, no tears, Your fame for ever.
Lychorida, no tears : Cer.
She is alive; behold, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels You may depend hereafter.--Come, my lord. Which Pericles hath lost,
(Excunt. Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; The diamonds of a most praised water
SCENE IV.-Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, house. Enter Cerimon and Thaisa. And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Rare as you seem to be!
(She moves. Lay with you in your coffer : which are now Thai. O dear Diana,
At your command. Know you the character? Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? Thai. It is my lord's. 2 Gent. Is not this strange?
That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, • 1 Gent.
Even on my yearnings time; but whether there Cer.
Hush, gentle neighbours : Delivered or no, by the holy gods, Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. I cannot rightly say : But since king Pericles, Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, My wedded lord, i ne'er shall see again, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come ; Avestal livery will I take me to, And Æsculapius guide us !
And never more have joy. (Exeunt, carrying Thaisa away. Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, SCENE III.-Tharsus. A room in Cleon's | Where you may 'bide until your date espire.
Diana's temple is not distant far, house. Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, Lycho-Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine rida, and Marina.
Shall there attend you. Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands Yet my good will is great, though the gift small
. In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
(Exeunt. Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods Make up the rest upon you ! Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,
Welcom'd to his own desire. To have bless'd mine eyes !
His woful queen leave at Ephess,
We cannot but obey To Dian there a votaress.
Whom our fast growing scene must find
Which makes her both the heart and place
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Fear not, my lord: Of earned praise, Marina's life
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be: To the end of generation !
Be't when she weav'd the sleided? silk (1) Favour. (2) The common people. (4) Insidious waves that wear a treacherous smile (3) Appear wilful, perverse by such conduct. (5) Groaning. (6) Called. (7) Untwisted.
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Mar. No, I pray you ;
Come, come By hurting it; or when to the lute
I love the king your father, and yourself, She sung, and made the night-bird mute, With more than foreign heart. We every day That still records with moan; or when Expect him here : when he shall come, and find She would with rich and constant pen
Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, Vail to her mistress Dian; still
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; This Philoten contends in skill
Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en With absolutes Marina : so
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, With the dove of Paphos might the crow Walk, and be cheerful once again ; reserve Vie feathers white. Marina gets
That excellent complexion, which did steal All praises, which are paid as debts,
The eyes of young and old. Care not for me; And not as given. This so darks
I can go home alone. In Philoten all graceful marks,
Well, I will go; That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
But yet I have no desire to it. A present murderer does prepare
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. For good Marina, that her daughter
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least;
I warrant you, madam. Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while; And cursed Dionyza hath
Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood : The pregnant instrument of wrath
What! I must have a care of you. Prests for this blow. The unborn event
Thanks, sweet madam.I do commend to your content:
[Exit Dionyza Only I carry winged time
Is this wind westerly that blows ? Post on the lame feet of my rhyme ;
South-west. Which never could I so convey,
Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Unless your thoughts went on my way.
Was't so? Dionyza does appear,
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, With Leonine, a murderer.
(Exit. But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling SCENE I.—Tharsus. An open place near the And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes ; sea-shore. Enter Dionyza and Leonine.
That almost burst the deck, and from the ladderDion. Thy oath remember ; thou hast sworn to
tackle do it:
Wash'd off a canvas-climber :9 Ha! says one, 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so soon, They skip from stem to stern : the boatswain whisTo yield thee so much profit
. Let not conscience, tles, Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom, The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
Leon. And when was this? Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
It was when I was born : A soldier to thy purpose.
Never was waves nor wind more violent. Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily. Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. Mar.
What mean you? Here
Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. I grant it: Pray ; but be not tedious, Thou art resolv'd ?
For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn Leon. I am resolv'd.
To do my work with haste.
Mar. Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers.
Why, will you kill me:
Leon. To satisfy my lady.
I never did her hurt in all my life ;
But I wept for it. How have I offended, Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep Wherein my death might yield her profit, or alone?
My life imply her danger? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not Leon.
My commissica Consume your blood with sorrowing : you have Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope With this unprofitable wo! Come, come; You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea mar it, You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, Walk forth with Leonine ;8 the air is quick there, || When you caught hurt in parting two that fought Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come ;- Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now : Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with ber. Your lady seeks my life; come you between,
And save poor me, the weaker. (1) Needle. (2) Sings. (3) Accomplished, perfect. (4) Prepared. (8) i. e. Ere the sea, by the coming in of the tide (5) Ready.
mar your walk. (6) The earth. (7) Countenance, look. (9) A ship-boy.
I am sworn, Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities? And will despatch.
Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and
has excellent good clothes ; there's no further neEnter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling.
cessity of qualities can make her be refused. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! (Leonine runs away. Bawd. What's her price, Boult? 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!
Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand 3 Pirate. Hall-part, mates, half-part. Come, || pieces. let's have her aboard suddenly.
Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall [Exeunt Pirates with Marina. have your money presently. Wife, take her in; SCENE II.—The same. Re-enter Leonine.
instruct her what she has to do, that she may not
be raw in her entertainment. Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pi
[Exeunt Pander and Pirates. rate Valdes;
Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead, warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will And thrown into the sea.--But I'll see further; give most shall have her first. Such a maidenhead Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Not carry her aboard." If she remain,
Get this done as I command you. Whom they have ravishd, must by me be slain. Boult. Performance shall follow. [Erit Boult.
[Exit. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! SCENE III.—Mitylene. A room in a brothel. (He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.
(Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard Pand. Boult.
Thrown me, to seek my mother! Boult. Sir.
Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one ? Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene Mar. That I am pretty. is full of gallants. We lost too much money this Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in mart, by being too wenchless.
you. Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. Mar. I accuse them not. We have but poor three, and they can do no more Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are than they can do ; and with continual action are like to live. even as good as rotten.
Mar. The more my fault, Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er | To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. be usd in every trade, we shall never prosper. Mar. No.
Bawd. Thou say'st true : 'tis not the bringing Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentleup of poor bastards, as I think I have brought up men of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall some eleven
have the difference of all complexions. What! do Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down you stop your ears? again. But shall I search the market?
Mar. Are you a woman? Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so piti- | not a woman? fully sodden.
Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwhole Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall some o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, have something to do with you. Come, you are a that lay with the little baggage.
young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made have you. him roast meat for worms:--but I'll go search the Mar. The gods defend me! market.
[Erit Boult Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as men, then men must comfort you, men must feed pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. you, men must stir you up-Boult's returned.
Bawd. Why, to give over, 1 pray you? is it a shame to get when we are old ?
Enter Boult. Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the com-Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? modity ; nor the commodity wages not with the Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of danger; therefore, if in our youths we could pick || her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our Bawd. And I prythee tell me, how dost thoa door hatched. Besides, the sore terms we stand find the inclination of the people, especially of the upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving younger sort?
. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we have hearkened to their father's testament. There Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; to bed to her very description. it's no calling :—but here comes Boult.
Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with
his best ruff on. Enter the Pirates, and Boult, dragging in Marina.
Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you Boult. Come your ways. [To Marina.)—My || know the French knight that cowers i'tbe hams? masters, you say she's a virgin?
Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ? 1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.
Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the proBoult. Master, I have gone thorough for this clamation ; but he made a groan at it, and swore piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have he would see her to-morrow. lost my earnest.
Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his dis(1) i. e. Half-open. (2) Bid a high price for her.
ease hither: here he does but repair it. I know, Dion.
Be one of those, that think he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, in the sun.
And open this to Pericles. I do shame
And of how cow'd a spirit.
To such proceeding
Be it so then :
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
She did disdain my child, and stood between
Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, 4
You not your child well loving, yet I find,
Heavens forgive it!
Dion. And as for Pericles,
Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express
Thou art like the harpy,
Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously Boult
. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies; so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her But yet I know you'll do as I advise. (Exeunt. beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home Enter Gower, before the monument of Marina at some to-night.
Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues
make short; Diana, aid my purpose !
Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but fort; Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray Making (to take your imagination,). you, will you go with us?
(Exeunt. From bourn to bourn, region to region. SCENE IV.-Tharsus. A room in Cleon's|| To use one language in each several clime,
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime house. Enter Cleon and Dionyza.
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you,
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas
I think (Attended on by many a lord and knight)
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Advanc'd in time to great and high estate,
Old Helicanus goes along behind.
Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,|| Like inotes and shadows see them move a while;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
his train ; Cleon and Dionyza at the other. She died by foul play.
Cleon shows Pericles the tomb of Marina; where-
at Pericles makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
and in a mighty passion departs. Then Cleon Do like this worst.
and Dionyza retire.
Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! (1) An absolute, a certain profit. (2) i. e. Of a piece with the rest of thy exploit. (4) A coarse wench, not worth a good-morrow.
(3) An innocent was formerly a common appel (5) Only. (6) Travelling lation for an idiot.
(7) From one boundary to another.
This borrow'd passion stands for true old wo; Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour ! And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er-health. shower'd,
Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs; wholesome iniquity ? Have you that a man may He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears deal withal, and defy the surgeon ? A tempest, which his mortal vessell tears,
Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she wouldAnd yet he rides it out. Now please you wita but there never came her like in Mitylene. The epitaph is for Marina writ
Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou By wicked Dionyza.
(Reads the inscription on Marina's monument. Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, enough. Who wither'd in her spring of year.
Lys. Well; call forth, call forth. She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,
Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, On whom foul death hath made this slaughter, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeede Marina was she call'd; and at her birth, if she had butThetis, 3 being proud, swallow'd some part o'the Lys. What, prythee? earth :
Boult. O, sir, I can be modest.
Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, -never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not And bear his courses to be ordered
a fair creature? By lady Fortune : while our scenes display
Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long roy. His daughter's wo and heavy well-a-day, age at sea. Well, there's for you ;-leave us. In her unholy service. Patience then,
Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave; a And think you now are all in Mitylen. (Exit. I word, and I'll have done presently.
Lys. I beseech you, do. SCENE V.-Mitylene. A street before the brothel. Enter, from the brothel, two Gen- || honourable man.
Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an tlemen.
(To Marina, whom she takes aside 1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?
Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as note him. this, she being once gone.
Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, 1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! did || and a man whom I am bound to. you ever dream of such a thing?
Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy- || 10 him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, houses : shall we go hear the vestals sing?
I know not. 1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous ; Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever. fencing, will you use him kindly? He will line your
(Exeunt. || apron with gold. SCENE VI.—The same. A room in the brothel.
Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankEnter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.
Lys. Have you done? Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet ; you must ot' her, she had ne'er come here.
take some pains to work her to your manage. Bawd. Fie, fie upon her; she is able to freeze||Come, we will leave his honour and her together. the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We
(Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boult. must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do|| bave you been at this trade?"
Lys. Go thy ways.- Now, pretty one, how long me the kindness of our profession, she has me her Mar. What trade, sir? quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her pray- Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. ers, her knees; that she would make a puritan of Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her.
you to name it. Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll dis- Lys. How long have you been of this profession? furnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our Mar. Ever since I can remember. swearers priests.
Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness | gamestere at five, or at seven? for me!
Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Ly-ll you to be a creature of sale. simachus, disguised.
Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if || such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you the peevish baggage would but give way to cus- || are of honourable parts, and are the governor of
this place. Enter Lysimachus.
Lys. Why, hath your principal made known Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities?
unto you who I am?
Mar. Who is my principal ? (1) His body. (2) To know. (3) The sea.
(4) Never cease. (5) How much? what price? (6) A wanton.