Dion. Be one of those, that think The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, Cle. To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added, 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, Cle. Heavens forgive it! Dion. And as for Pericles, What should he say? We wept after her hearse, And even yet we mourn: her monument Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs In glittering golden characters express A general praise to her, and care in us, Cle. Thou art like the harpy, Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies; [Exeunt. Enter GowER, before the Monument of MARINA at Tharsus. Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short; Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't; Making, (to take your imagination,) From bourn to bourn, region to region. By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have brought So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,) Dumb show, Enter at one door, PERICLES with his Train; 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. Then CLEON and DIONYZA retire. Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershow'r'd, By wicked Dionyza. [Reads the Inscription on MARINA's Monument. The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, Who wither'd in her spring of year. She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter, On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ; Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth : By lady fortune; while our scenes display His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day, [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. '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. Fye, fye 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? Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour! 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, 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 would'st say. Bawd. Your honour 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 a number to be chaste. |