the tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then CLEON and DIONYZA retire.

Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! This borrowed passion stands for true old woe;1 And Pericles, in sorrow all devoured,

With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershowered, Leaves Tharsus, 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 2 tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit3
The epitaph is for Marina writ

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 slaughter.
Marina was she called; and at her birth,

Thetis, being proud, swallowed some part o'the earth.
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflowed,
Hath Thetis birth-child on the Heavens bestowed;
Wherefore she does (and swears she'll never stint)5
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No visor does become black villany,
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 scenes display
His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience, then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen.

[Exit.

1 i. e. for such tears as were shed when dissimulation was unknown.

2 What is here called his mortal vessel (i. e. his body) is styled by

Cleopatra her mortal house.

3 i. e. know.

4 The inscription alludes to the violent storm which accompanied the birth of Marina.

5 i. e. never cease.

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, forever.

[Exeunt.

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.

freeze the We must When she

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her; she is able to god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. either get her ravished, or be rid of her. 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.

1

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

Boult. I am glad to see your honor in good health. Lys. You may so; 'tis 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 Mitylene.

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

Bawd. Your honor knows what 'tis 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, pr'ythee?

Boult. O, sir, I can be modest.

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

Enter MARINA.

3

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; -never plucked yet, I can assure you.

a fair creature?

Is she not

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

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

1 This is justice Shallow's mode of asking the price of a different kind of commodity :

"How a score of ewes now?"

2 The use of to in composition with verbs is very common in Gower and Chaucer.

3 The words an anchor (anchorite) are substituted by Mr. Singer for a number in the old copy.

Lys. I beseech you, do.

Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honorable man. [To MAR., whom she takes aside. Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

of this country, and

Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this

a man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honorable 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. Have you done?

Bawd. My lord, she's not paced 2 yet; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honor and her together.

[Exeunt Bawd, PANDER, and BOULT. Lys. Go thy ways.-Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade?

Mar. What trade, sir?

Lys. What I cannot name 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. Ever since I can remember.

Lys. Did you go to it so young? gamester at five, or at seven ?

3

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

Were you a

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 it? I hear say you are of honorable parts, and are the governor of this place.

1 This uncommon adjective is again used in Coriolanus.
2 A term from the equestrian art.

3 i. e. a wanton.

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,

come.

Mar. If you were born to honor, 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.1

Mar.

For me,

That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Hath placed me here within this loathsome sty,
Where, since I came, diseases have been sold
Dearer than physic,-O, that the good gods
Would set me free from this unhallowed 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 dreamed thou couldst.

Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

Thy speech had altered it. Hold, here's gold for thee; Persever still in that clear way thou goest,

2

And the gods strengthen thee!

Mar. The gods preserve you!
Lys.
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savor vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue,3 and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.—

For me, be you thoughten

1 Lysimachus must be supposed to say this sneeringly.
2 Clear is pure, innocent.