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Expect him here. When he shall come and

find Our paragon to all reports thus blasted, He will repent the breadth of his great voy

age; Blame both my lord and me, that we have

taken No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve That excellent complexion, which did steal The eyes of young and old. Care not for me ; I can go home alone. Mar.

Well, I will go; But yet I have no desire to it.

Dion. Come, come, I know 't is good for 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, walk softly, do not heat your blood.
What! I must have a care of you.
Mar.

My thanks, sweet madam.

(Exit Dionyza.] Is this wind westerly that blows? Leon.

South-west. Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Leon.

Was 't so? Mar. My father, as nurse says,

did never fear, But cried “Good seamen !" to the sailors,

galling
His kingly hands, haling ropes ;
And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea
That almost burst the deck, -

Leon. When was this?

Mar. When I was born ;
Never was waves nor wind more violent;
And from the ladder-tackle washes off
A canvas-climber.

“Ha!” says one, And with a dropping industry they skip. From stem to stern. The boatswain whistles,

and The master calls, and trebles their confusion. 65

Leon. Come, say your prayers.
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 70
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 hurt a fly, Aye, trod upon a worm against my will, But I wept for it. How have I offended, Wherein death might yield her any profit, Or my life imply her any danger?

Leon. My commission Is not to reason of the deed, but do't. Mar. You will not do 't for all the world, I

bope.

You are well favoured, 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, 90 And save poor me, the weaker. Leon.

I am sworn, And will dispatch.

Enter PIRATES. 1. Pirate. Hold, villain! (Leonine runs away.) 2. Pirate. A prize! a prize! 3. Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have her aboard suddenly.

(Ereunt (Pirates with Marina).

Re-enter LEONINE. Leon. These roguing thieves serve the great

pirate Valdes, And they have seized Marina. Let her go! There's no hope she will return. I'll swear

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

(Exit. (SCENE II. Mytilene. A room in a brothel.]

Enter PANDAR, Bawd, and Boult,
Pand. Boult!
Boult. Sir ?

Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mytilene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless.

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 they with continual action are even as good as rotten.

Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper.

Bawd. Thou say'st true. 'Tis not our bringing up of poor bastards, - as I think, I have brought up some eleven,

Boult. Ay, to eleven; and brought them down again. But shall I search the market ? 18

Bawd. What else, man ? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.

Pand. Thou sayest true; they 're too unwholesome, o conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage.

Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast-meat for worms. But I'll go search the market.

[Erit. 27 Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over.

Bawd. Why to give over, I pray you? Is it a shame to get when we are old?

Pand. O, ir credit come not in like the commodity, nor the commodity wages not with

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the danger; therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, 't were not amiss to keep our door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods will be strong with us for giving over.

Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Pand. As well as we! Ay, and better too. We offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling. But here comes Boult. Re-enter BOULT, with the PIRATES and MARINA.

Boult. Come your ways, my masters. You say she's a virgin ?

1. Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.

Boult. Master, I have gone through for this piece, you see. If you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest. Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities ?

Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes. There's no further necessity of qualities can make her be refus'd.

Bawd. What's her price, Boult?

Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.

Pand. Well, follow me, my masters, you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in. Instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment.

(Exeunt Pandar and Pirates.] Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour of her hair, complexion, height, her age, with warrant of her virginity ; and cry: He that will give most shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you.

Boult. Performance shall follow. (Exit.
Mar. Alack that Leonine was so slack, so

slow! He should have struck, not spoke; or that

these pirates, Not enough barbarous, had not o'erboard

thrown me
For to seek my mother!

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one ?
Mar. That I am pretty.
Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part
Mar. I accuse them not.

Bawd. You are light into my hands, where you are like to live.

Mar. The more my fault
To scape his hands where I was like to die.
Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.
Mar. No.

Bawd. Yes, indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions. You shall fare well ; you

shall have the difference of all complexions. What! do you stop your ears ? Mar. Are you a woman?

Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a woman ?

Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman.

Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling. I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you 're a young foolish sapling, and must be bow'd as I would have you.

Mar. The gods defend me!

Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you up. Boult's return'd.

(Re-enter Boult.) Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?

Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with

Bawd. And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort ?

Boult. Faith, they listened to me as they would have hearkened to their father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth so wat’red, that he went to bed to her very description.

Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on.

Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight that cowers i' the hams?

Bawd. Who, Monsieur Veroles ?

Boult. Ay, he; he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it. and swore he would see her to-morrow. 110

Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease hither; here he does but repair it. I know he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in the sun.

Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should lodge them with this sign.

Bawd. (To Mar.) Pray you, come hither awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must seem to do that fearfully which you commit willingly; despise profit where you have most gain. To weep that you live as ye do makes pity in your lovers; seldom but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. Mar. I understand you not.

Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home. These blushes of hers must be quench'd with some present practice.

(Bawd.] Thou say'st true, il faith, so they must ; for your bride goes to that with shame which is her way to go with warrant.

Boult. Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if I have bargain'd for the joint,

Bawd. Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit ?

Boult. I may so.

Bawd. Who should deny it ? Come, young one, I like the manner of your garments well.

Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be chang'd yet.

Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town. Report what a sojourner we have; you 'll lose nothing by custom. When Nature fram'd this piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report.

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Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.
Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters

deep,
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
Diana, aid

my purpose ! Bawd. What have we to do with Diana ? Pray you, will you go with us? (Exeunt. 163 (SCENE III. Tarsus. Aroom in Cleon's house.)

Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.
Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be un-

done ?
Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!
Dion.

I think
You 'll turr a child again.
Cle. Were I chief lord of all this spacious

world, I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady, Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess To equal any single crown o' the earth l' the justice of compare! O villain Leonine ! Whom thou hast poisoned too. If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had been a kindBecoming well thy fact. What canst thou 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. She died at night; I 'll say so. Who can cross

it?
Unless you play the pious innocent,
And for an honest attribute cry out
She died by foul play.
Cle.

O, go to. Well, well, 19
Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.
Dion.

Be one of those that thinks The petty wrens of Tarsus will fy hence, And open this to Pericles. I do shame To think of what a noble strain you are, And of how coward a spirit. Cle.

To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added, Though not his prime consent, he did not flow From honourable sources. Dion.

Be it so, then. Yet none does know, but you, how she came

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

her,
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 me

thorough ;
And though yon 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.

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Dion. And as for Pericles, What should he say? We wept after her hearse, And yet we mourn. Her monument Is almost finished, and her epitaphs In glittering golden characters express A general praise to her, and care in us At whose expense 't is done. Cle.

Thou art like the harpy, Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face, Seize with thine eagle's talons.

Dion. You are like one that superstitiously Do swear to the gods that winter kills the

flies; But yet I know you 'll do as I advise.

[Exeunt.] (SCENE IV.) (Enter Gower, before the monument of Marina

at Tarsus.] Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest

leagues make short; Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for 't; Making, to take your imagination, From bourn to bourn, region to region. By you being pardoned, we commit no crime 6 To use one language in each several clime Where our scenes seems to live. I do beseech

you To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps 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 Helicanus goes along. Behind Is left to govern it, you bear in mind, Old Escanes, whom Helicanus la Advanc'd in time to great and high estate. Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have

brought This king to Tarsus - think his pilot thought; So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. Like motes and shadows see them move a

while; Your ears unto your eyes I 'll reconcile.

(DUMB Show.) Enter Pericles, at one door, with all his train:

Cleon and Dionyza, at the other. Cleon shows Pericles the tomb; whereat Pericles makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. [Then exeunt Cleon and

Dionyza.] See how belief may suffer by foul show! This borrowed passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, With sighs shot through, and biggest tears

o'ershower'd, Leaves Tarsus 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 hé rides it out. Now please you wit

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By wicked Dionyza.

[Reads the inscription on Marina's

monument.) “The fairest, sweet'st, and best lies here, Who withered in her spring of year: She was of Tyrus the King's daughter, On whom foul death hath made this slaugh

ter. Marina was she call'd; and at her birth, Thetis, being proud, swallowed some part o'

the earth : Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflowed, 40 Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens be

stowed ; Wherefore she does, and swears she'll never

stint, Make raging battery upon shores of flint." No visor

does become black villainy 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 scene must play His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day In her unholy service. Patience, then, And think you now are all in Mytilene. (Exit. (SCENE V. Mytilene. A street before the Brothel.]

Enter (from the brothel] two GENTLEMEN. 1. Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

2. Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.,

1. Gent. But to have divinity preach'd there! Did you ever dream of such a thing?

2. Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses. Shall 's go hear the vestals

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Enter LYSIMACHUS. Lys. How now! How a dozen of virginities? Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour!

Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health.

Lys. You may so; 't is the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity! have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon ?

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would - but there never came her like in Mytilene. 21

Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou wouldst say:

Bawd. Your honour knows what’t is to say well enough

Lys. Well, call forth, call forth.

Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose ; and she were a rose

; indeed, if she had but

Lys. What, prithee?
Boult. O, sir, I can be modest. (Erit.)

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never pluck'd yet, I can assure you.

(Re-enter Boult with MARINA.] Is she not a fair creature ?

Lys. Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, there's for you. Leave us.

Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave a word, and I'll have done presently.

Lys. I beseech you, do.

Bawd. (Aside to Marina.] First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man.

Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this conntry, and a man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not.

Bawd. Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold.

Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive. Lys. Ha' you done?

Bawd. My lord, she's not pac'd yet; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her together. Go thy ways.

(Exeunt Bawd, Pandar, and Boult.) Lys. Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade?

Mar. What trade, sir?

Lys. Why, I cannot name 't but I shall offend.

Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.

Lys. How long have you been of this profession?

Mar. E'er since I can remember.

Lys. Did you go to't so young? Were you a gamester at five or at seven?

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[Exeunt. 10 (SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel.]

Enter PANDAR, Bawd, and Boult. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees ; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her.

Boult. Faith, I must ravish her, or she 'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make our swearers priests.

Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!

Bawd. Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.

Bouli. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers.

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Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.

Lys. Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to be a creature of sale.

Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into 't? I hear say you are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.

Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am?

Mar. Who is my principal ?

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 stand aloof for more serious wooing. 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, Mar. If you were born to honour, show it

now; If put upon you, make the judgement good That thought you worthy of it. Lys. How's this ? how 's this? Some more ;

be sage. Mar. That am a maid, though most ungentle for

tune Have plac'd me in this sty, where, since I

came, Diseases have been sold dearer than physic, 105 O, that the gods Would set me free from this unballowed 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 couldst. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Thy speech had altered it. Hold, here's gold

for thee.
Persever in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!
Mar.

The good 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.
Fare thee well. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.
Hold, here's more gold for thee.
A curso upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thec of thy goodness! If thou dost
Hear from me, it shall be for thy good.

(Re-enter Boult.) Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for Lys. Avaunt, thon damned doorkeeper ! Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop Would sink and overwhelm you. Away!

(Exit.] 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.

Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your ways. We 'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.

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. O abominable!

Boult. He 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 plonghed.

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 women-kind ? Marry, come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays!

(Erit.] 160 Boult. Come, mistress ; come your ways with Mar. Whither wilt thou have me?

Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.

Mar. Prithee, 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 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 art the damned doorkeeper to every Coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib. To the choleric fisting of every rogue Thy ear is liable ; thy food is such As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. 179

Boult. What would you have me do ? 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 Mar. Do anything but this thou doest.

Empty Old receptacles, or common sewers, of filth ; Serve by indenture to the common hangman. Any of these ways are yet better than this ; For what thou professest, a baboon, could he

speak, Would own a name too dear. O, that the gods Would safely deliver me from this place! Here, here's gold for thee. If that thy master would gain by me,

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