Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be plough'd. Mar. Hark, hark, you gods! of 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 women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays 38! [Exit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. Mar. Pr'ythee, 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 yet so bad as thou art, Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel To the cholerick fisting of each rogue thy ear As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth; I doubt not but this populous city will Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? 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. 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. [Exeunt. ACT V. Enter GowER. Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances Into an honest house, our story says. She sings like one immortal, and she dances As goddess-like to her admired lays: Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld com poses Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry; Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry: Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expence; In your supposing once more put your sight; SCENE I. [Exit. On board PERICLES' ship, off Mitylene. A close Pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; PERICLES within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELICANUS. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene. O here he is.—— Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene, Who craves to come aboard. What is your will? Enter two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray you, To greet them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the barge. Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, and the two Sailors. Tyr. Sail. Sir, This is the man that can, in aught you would, Resolve you. Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! Hel. And you, sir, to out-live the age I am, And die as I would do. Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are. Hel. First, sir, what is your place? Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; A man, who for this three months hath not spoken But to prorogue his grief. Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature? But the main grief of all springs from the loss Lys. May we not see him, then? You may indeed, sir, But bootless is your sight; he will not speak To any. Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish. Hel. Behold him, sir: [Pericles discovered.] this was a goodly person, |