Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something of my power, and so standaloof for more serious *i. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. Come, come.

.Mar. If you were born to honour, show 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 plac'd me here within this loathsome sty, Where, since I came, diseases have been sol 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!

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thou could'st. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, 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. #. 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 *: thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st

rom me, It shall be for thy good. [As Lysimachus is putting up his purse, ult enters. Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece forme. Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper Your house, But for this virgin that doth prop it up, Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away! [Erit Lysimachus. Boult. How's this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways. JMar. Whither would you have me? Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.

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Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed.

JMar. 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 women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. JMar. Whither would you have me? Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so

ear. JMar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first. Boult. Come now, your one thing. JMar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress. JMar. 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 painedst 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? JMar. 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 o 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. É. can you teach all this you speak of JMar. 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. [Ereunt.



Enter Gower.

Gow. Marinathus 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" com

poses Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry; That even her art sisters the natural roses:

(3) Learned men. (4) Needle.

Her inkle, silk, twin with the tubied 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 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 1–On board Pericles' ship, off Mitylene. A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a couch. barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them Helicanus.

Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene.

O, here he is.
Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene;
And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?

Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.

Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray

you, To greet them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the barge.

Enter, from thence, Lysimachus and Lords; the Tyrian 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!

# And you, sir, to out-live the age I am, And die as I would do.

Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, 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 proroguel his grief.

Lys. Upon .#. is his distemperature?

# 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?

# You may, indeed, sir, But bootless is your sight; he will not speak To any.

Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.

(1) To lengthen or prolong his grief

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Lys. O, here is
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
Is’t not a goodly presence?

Hel. A gallant lady.

Lys. She's such, that were I well assur’d she came
Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish
No better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair one, all ness 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.

JMar. 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! [Mar, sings.

Lys. Mark'd he your music?

JMar. No, nor look'd on us.

Lys. See, she will speak to him.

JMar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:

Per. Hum ! has

ar. 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'i
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors

(2) Destructive. (3) i. e. Ears.

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,
Per. Myfortunes—parentage—goodparentage—
To oqual mino-was it not thus: what say you?
.Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parent-

age, 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 shoreo JMar. No, nor of any shores: Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am No other than I appear. Per. I am great with wo, and shall deliver weeplino. 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-voic'd ; her eyes as jewel-like, And cas'd as richly : in pace another Juno: Who starves the ears she seeds, and makes them hungry, The more she gives them speech.-Where do you live? JMar. 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 ?! ar. 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 lov’d indeed. What were thy friends? Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back, (Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou F †. ding? rotra escencline: ; * g So indeed I did. Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal

mine, If both were open'd. Iar. " Some such thing indeed I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely. Per. Tell thy story; 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? Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me. .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,

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Or here I'll cease.
er. Nay, I'll be patient.
Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina. -
JMar. The name Marina,
Was given me by one that had some power;
My father, and a king.
Per. How! a king's daughter?
And call'd Marina?
JMar. You said you would believe me;
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
I will end here.
Per. But are you flesh and blood?
Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy 2
No motion ??—Well; speak on. Where were you
born ?
And wherefore call'd Marina o
For I was born at sea.
Per. At sea? Thy mother?
:Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king,
Who died the very minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Deliver'd weeping.
Per. O, stop there a little!
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be.
My daughter's buried... [..Aside.) Well:—where
were you bred?
I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.
JMar. You'll scarce believeme; "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?
JMar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It
may be,
You think . an impostor; no, good faith;
I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be.
Per. Ho, Helicanus!
Hel. Calls my gracious lord?
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general : Tell me, if thou canst,
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?
Hel. I know not; but
Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Speaks nobly of her.
Lys. She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.
Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour’d sir;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O'erbear the shores of my ...i.
And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wastborn at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again : O Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud
As thunder threatens us: This is Marina.-
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,

Call'd Marina,

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Though doubts did ever sleep.

JMar. What is your title? Per. I am Pericles of Tyre; but tell me now (As in the rest thou hast ... perfect.) My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of kingdoms, And another life to Pericles thy father. JMar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than To say, my mother's name was Thaisa? Thaisa was my mother, who did end, The minute I began. Per. Noons on thee, rise; thou art my child. Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, (Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been, 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. Q 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. Per. None? The music of the spheres: list, my Marina. Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way. Per. Rarest sounds ! Do ye not hear? Lys. Music? my lord, I hear— Per. Most heavenly music: It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber Hangs on mine eye-lids; let me rest. [He sleeps. Lys. A pillow for his head; [The curtain before the pavilion of Pericles is clo So leave him all.—Well, my companion-friends, If this but answer to my just belief, I'll well remember you. Ereunt Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina, and attendant Lady.

First, sir, I pray,

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Gow. Now our sands are almost run: More a little, and then done. This, as my last boon, give me #. such o relieveme,) at you aptly will sup What o what so, what shows, What minstrelsy, and pretty din, The regent made in Mitylin, To greet the king. So he has thriv'd, That he is promis'd to be wiv'd To fair Marina; but in no wise, Till he had done his sacrifice, As Dian bade: whereto being bound, The interim, pray you, all confound.6 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. [Erit. SCENTE III—The temple of Diana at Ephesus: Thaisa standing near the altar, as high-priest. ess; a number of virgins on each side; Cermon and other inhabitants 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 i. 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, Ogoddess, Wears yet thy silver livery.” She at Tharsus Was nurs'd 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. oice and favour!— You are—you are—Oroyal Pericles!—[She faints.

Per. What means the woman? she dies' help,


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'erjoyd Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was

(5) i. e. Pericles. (6) Confound here signifies to consume. (7) i. e. Her white robe of innocence.

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. er. May we see them? Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my


Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is

Thai. O, let me look'
If he be none of mine, my sanctity
Will to my sensel bend no licentious ear,
But curb it, spite of seeing. , O, 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.
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 pre-
sent kindness
Makes my past miseries sport: You shall do well,
That on the touching of her lips I may
Melt, and no more be seen. come, be buried
A second time within these arms.
JMar. My heart
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to Thaisa.
Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh,
Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina,
For she was yielded there.
Thai. Bless'd and mine own!
Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!
Thai. I know you not.
Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly
rom Tyre,
I left behind an ancient substitute.
Can you remember what I call'd the man?

I have nam'd him oft.

Thai. 'Twas Helicanus then.

Per. Still confirmation:
Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.
Now do I long to hear how you were found;
How possibly preserv'd; and whom to thank,
Besides the gods, for this great miracle.

Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man Through whom the gods have shown their power;

that can

From first to last resolve you.

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,

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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
My night oblations to thee. Thaisa,
This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
This ornament” that makes me look so dismal,
Will I, my lov’d Marina, clip to form;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
To grace thy marriage day, I'll beautify.
i. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit,
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. A Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay, To hear the rest untold.—Sir, lead the way. [Ere.

Enter Gower.

Gow. o * and his daughter, you have ea 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 desc 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 . 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. t; Gower.


That this tragedy has some merit, it were van to deny; but that it is the entire composition of Shakspeare, is more than can be hastily granted. I shall not venture, with Dr. Farmer, to determine that the hand of our great poet is only visible in the last act, for I think it appears in several passages dispersed over each of these divisions... I find it difficult, however, to persuade myself that he was the original fabricator of the plot, or the author of every dialogue, chorus, &c.


The story is of great antiquity; and is related by various ancient authors in Latin, French, and lish.

(3) i. e. The king of Antioch. (4) Ever.

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