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Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, That never relish'd of a base descent. I came unto your court, for honour's cause, And not to be a rebel to her state; And he that otherwise accounts of me, This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy. Sim. No!
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Who takes offence at that would make me glad?
Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?— I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.] I'll
I'll bring you in subjection.
Will you, not having my consent, bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger? (Who, for ought I know to the contrary, Or think, may be as great in blood as I.) [Aside. Hear therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,
And you, Sir, hear you.-Either be rul'd by Or I will make you-man and wife. [too.Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy; And for a further grief,-God give you joy! What, are you both pleas'd?
Thai. Yes, if you love me, Sir.
Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What, are you both agreed? Both. Yes, 'please your majesty. Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt.
Gow. Now sleep yslaked* hath the rout; No din but snores, the house about,
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets then, kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter. PERI CLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES take leave of her father, and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c. retire.
Gow. By many a dearnt and painful
Are letters brought; the tenour these:
The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
Will take the crown. The sum of this,
And every one with claps 'gan sound,
Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?
up and down the poor ship drives.
This stage, the ship, upon whose deck The sea-tost prince appears to speak. [Erit. SCENE 1.-Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges,
Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou,
Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
Of my queen's travails!-Now, Lychorida
Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.
Lyc. Here is a thing
Too young for such a place, who if it had
Take in your arms this piece of your dead
Per. How! how, Lychorida!
Lyc. Patience, good Sir; do not assist the
Here's all that is left living of your queen,—
Per. O you gods!
Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, And snatch them straight away? We, here below,
Recall not what we give, and therein may
Lyc. Patience, good Sir,
Even for this charge.
Per. Now, mild may be thy life!
For a more blust'rous birth had never babe : Quiet and gentle thy conditions!
For thou'rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world, That e'er was prince's child. Happy what folThou hast as chiding|| a nativity, [lows! As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, [first, To herald thee from the womb: even at the Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit,¶ With all thou canst find here.-Now the good Throw their best eyes upon it! [gods
Enter two SAILORS.
1 Sail. What courage, Sir? God save you.
It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the
1 Sail. Slack the bolinstt there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself. 2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not.
1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard; the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie, till the ship be cleared of the dead.
Per. That's your superstition.
1 Sail. Pardon us, Sir; with us at sea it still hath been observed; and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.
Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen!
Lyc. Here she lies, Sir.
+ The goddess of child-bearing. Contend with you in honour. Than thy entrance into life can requite. It Bowlines, ropes of the sails.
Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my
No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk'd and bitumed ready.
Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say, what coast is this?
Sail. We are near Tharsus. Per. Thither, gentle mariner,
Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?
2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. Per. O make for Tharsus.
There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
Phil. Doth my lord call?
It has been a turbulent and stormy night.
Cer. Your master will be dead ere you re-
That can recover him. Give this to the 'potheThere's nothing can be minister'd to nature, And tell me how it works. [cary, [TO PHILEMON.
[Exeunt PHILEMON, SERVANT, and those who had been shipwrecked."
Enter two GENTLEMEN.
1 Gent. Good morrow, Sir.
2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Why do you stir so early? Cer. Gentlemen,
1 Gent. Sir,
Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
"Tis not our husbandry.§
1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lord-
Nature should be so conversant with pain, Being thereto not compell'd.
Cer. I held it ever,
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
A more content in course of true delight
2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Your creatures, who by you have been restor❜d: And not your knowledge, personal pain, but
Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon
Cer. What is that?
| Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
For look, how fresh she looks!-They were
Make fire within;
Enter a SERVANT, with boxes, napkins, and fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.The rough and woful music that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.
The vial once more;-How thou stirr'st, thou block!
The music there.-I pray you, give her air :Gentlemen,
This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranc'd
Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Into life's flower again!
1 Gent. The heavens, Sir, Through you, increase our wonder, and set up
Your fame for ever.
Cer. She's alive; behold,
Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
Rare as you seem to be!
Where am I? Where's my lord? What world
Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come; And Esculapius guide us!
[Exeunt carrying THAISA away. SCENE III.-Tharsus.-A Room in CLEON'S House.
Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, and MARINA.
Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be [stands My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! The [gods Make up the rest upon you!
Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,
Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.
That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither,
To have bless'd mine eyes!
Per. We cannot but obey
The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
Cle. Fear not, my lord: Your grace, that fed my country with your (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,) [tion Must in your child be thought on. If neglec
By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show willt in't. So I take my leave. Good madam, make me blessed in your care In bringing up my child.
Dion I have one myself,
Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers.
Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o'the shore;
Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and The gentlest winds of heaven.
Per. I will embrace
Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-V, no
Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
Enter CERIMON and THAISA.
Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you
Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift [Exeunt.
Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Which makes her both the heart and place
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Be't when she weav'd the sleided↑ silk
The cambric, which she made more sound
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
With the dove of Paphos might the crow
The pregnant instrument of wrath
Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
Unless your thoughts went on my way.-
With Leonine, a murderer.
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have | Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
With this unprofitable woe! Come, come; Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea mar it, [there, Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come ;
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. Mar. No, I pray you;
I'll not bereave you of your servant.
Dion. Come, come;
I love the king your father, and yourself, With more than foreign heart. We every day Expect him here: when he shall come, and Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, [find He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve That excellent complexion, which did steal The eyes of young and old. Care not for me; I can go home alone.
Mar. Well, I will go;
But yet I have no desire to it.
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; Remember what I have said.
Leon. I warrant you, madam.
Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while;
Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood:
[Exit DIONYZA. Is this wind westerly that blows? Leon. South-west.
Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Leon. Was't so?
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear,
But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling
Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles,
The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Leon. And when was this?
Mar. It was when I was born:
Never was waves nor wind more violent.
Leon. If you require a little space for
I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious,
Mar. Why, will you kill me?
Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?
Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. [show You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreYou have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, When you caught hurt in parting two that fought:
Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now: Your lady seeks my life: come you between, And save poor me, the weaker.
Leon. I am sworn, And will despatch.
Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;
And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead,
And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further;
SCENE III.-Mitylene.-A Room in a
Enter PANDER, BAWD, and BOULT.
Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wenchless.
Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten.
Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper.
Buwd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think I have brought up some eleven
Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But shall I search the market? Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.
Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwholesome o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage.
Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast meat for worms:-but I'll go search the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over.
Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? Is it a shame to get when we are old?
Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity; nor the commodity wages not