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That flies i' the purer air!
Lys.
Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd
thou couldst.

Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

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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,

Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! 165

thee;

Persever in that clear way thou goest,

And the gods strengthen thee!

[Exit.

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Boult. Come, mistress; come your ways with

me.

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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. Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. Hold, here's more gold for thee.

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A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost
Hear from me, it shall be for thy good.

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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. 177 Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained st fiend

Of hell would not in reputation change;
Thou art the damned door-keeper to every 185
Coystril 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.

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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 no money enough in the end to buy him a woode one?

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Mar. Do any thing 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; 193
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. 196
Here, here's gold for thee.

If that thy master would gain by me,
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and
dance,

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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.

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SCENE I.-On board PERICLES' Ship, off Mitylene. A Pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; PERICLES within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel.

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELI

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Mar. 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. 209

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.

ACT V.

Enter GOWER.

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CANUS.

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Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!

Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,

8 And die as I would do.

That even her art sisters the natural roses;
Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied 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,

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Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,
made to it to know of whence you are.
Hel. First, what is your place?

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 16

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Lys. I am the governor of this place you lie before.

Hel. Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;

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Lys. 'Tis well bethought. 44 She questionless with her sweet harmony And other chosen attractions, would allure, And make a battery through his deafen'd ports Which now are midway stopp'd: 48 She is all happy as the fair'st of all, And with her fellow maids is now upon The leafy shelter that abuts against The island's side.

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[Whispers first Lord, who puts off in the barge of LYSIMACHUS. Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit,

That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness

We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you,
That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

Lys.
O! sir, a courtesy,
Which if we should deny, the most just gods
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so afflict our province. Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause

Of your king's sorrow.

Hel.

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Sit, sir, I will recount it to you; But see, I am prevented.

Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, with MARINA, and a young Lady.

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No, nor look'd on us.

Lys. See, she will speak to him.
Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.
Per. Hum! ha!

Mar. I am a maid,

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gaz'd on like a comet; she speaks
My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief 8
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd
Though wayward Fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings;
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.—[Aside.] I will desist
But there is something glows upon my cheek.
And whispers in mine ear, ‘Go not till he speak

Per. My fortunes-parentage good parent age

To equal mine!-was it not thus? what say you Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,

You would not do me violence.

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Per. I do think so. Pray you, turn your eye

upon me.

You are like something that—What country

woman?

Here of these shores?

Mar.

No, nor of any shores; Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am No other than I appear.

Per. I am great with woe, and shall deb weeping.

My dearest wife was like this maid, and such

one

My daughter might have been: my quees

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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; 112
Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them
hungry,

The more she gives them speech. Where do you live?

Mar. Where I am but a stranger; from the
deck

You may discern the place.
Per.
Where were you bred? 116
And how achiev'd you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?

Mar. Should I tell my history, it would seem
Like lies, disdain'd in the reporting.

Per. Prithee, speak;

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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 is Marina.
Per.
O! I am mock'd, 144
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world to laugh at me.

Mar.

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Mar. My mother was the daughter of a
king;

Who died the minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Deliver'd weeping.

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Per.
O! stop there a little.
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal; this cannot be. 164
My daughter's buried. Well; where were you
bred?

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.

Mar. You'll scorn to believe me; 'twere best
I did give o'er.

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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?

Mar. The king my father did in Tarsus leave
me,

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Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me; and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to
do 't,

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A crew of pirates came and rescu'd me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep?
It may be

You think me an impostor; no, good faith;
I am the daughter to King Pericles,
If good King Pericles be.

Per. Ho, Helicanus!

Hel. Calls my lord?

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Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general; tell me, if thou canst, 185
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
Patience, good sir, That thus hath made me weep?
Hel.
I know not; but
Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Speaks nobly of her.

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