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; 55 60 Never was waves nor wind more violent; 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. I I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn any living creature. Believe me, la, Το I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly, But I wept for it. How have I offended, Wherein my 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. 75 80 Mar. You will not do 't for all the world, I You are well favoured, and your looks foreshow Good sooth, it show'd well in you. Do so now. And will dispatch. 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. 21 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. [Exit. 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? 32 Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity, nor the commodity wages not with Becoming 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. 15 She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it ? Unless you play the pious innocent, Cle. Dion. To think of what a noble strain you are, 24 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. Is left to govern it, you bear in mind, This king to Tarsus - think his pilot thought; 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.] 25 See how belief may suffer by foul show! Leaves Tarsus and again embarks. He swears 30 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. ai 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. [Exit.] Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste. 175 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 one? Mar. Do anything but this thou doest. Empty 185 Old receptacles, or common sewers, of filth; Would own a name too dear. O, that the gods If that thy master would gain by me, 191 |