And for an honest attribute, cry out, "She died by foul play." Cle. O! go to. Well, well; Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Do like this worst. Dion. Be one of those, that think The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, And of how coward a spirit. Cle. To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added, Though not his pre-consent', he did not flow From honourable courses. Dion. Be it so, then; Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, She did disdain my child, and stood between Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin', You not your child well loving, yet I find, Cle. Dion. And as for Pericles, Heavens forgive it! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs In glittering golden characters express 7 his PRE-consent,] In the quarto, 1609, "his prince consent." • She did DISDAIN my child,] Steevens plausibly suggested that we ought to read "distain my child," inasmuch as Marina did not "disdain" Philoten, but show her off to disadvantage. The old copies afford a clear meaning. 9 - and held a MALKIN,] - A "malkin" is a low wench. We have had "kitchen malkin" in "Coriolanus," Vol. vi. p. 178. A general praise to her, and care in us Cle. Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously [Exeunt. Enter GoWER, before the Monument of MARINA at Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't; Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, At Tharsus.] Here, according to the folio, 1664, in which the Acts are first marked, Act iv. commences. 2 (to take your imagination,)] In all the old copies, "our imagination." 3 Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late, &c.] In every old copy these lines are "Old Helicanus goes along behind Is left to governe it, you beare in mind. Old Escanes whom Helicanus late Advanc'd in time to great and hie estate. Well sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought The transposition, suggested by Steevens, renders the passage clear. Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind, Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have This king to Tharsus, (think this pilot thought, Dumb show. Enter PERICLES with his Train, at one door; CLEON and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON shows PERICLES the Tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on Sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Gow. See, how belief may suffer by foul show! This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er show'r'd, Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears He bears A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, And yet he rides it out. Now, please you, wit By wicked Dionyza. "The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, On whom foul death hath made this slaughter. 4 your thoughts GROW ON] Grone, for "grow on," in all the old copies. Now, please you, wIT] Now, be pleased to know. The word is still in use. VOL. VIII. Z Marina was she call'd; and at her birth, Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth : Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd: No visor does become black villany, [Exit. SCENE V. Mitylene. 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 preached there! did you ever dream of such a thing? 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdyhouses. Shall we go hear the vestals sing? 1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting for ever. [Exeunt. THETIS, being proud,] Every old copy corruptly reads, "That is being proud." Malone complains that the strange blunder is committed in the "modern editions," as if it were not found elsewhere. SCENE VI. The Same. A Room in the Brothel. Enter PANDER, 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 is 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 all 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. Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter LYSIMACHUS. Lys. How now! How a dozen of virginities? Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, whole |