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Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had
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. Enter MARINA.
Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk;never pluck'd yet, I can assure you.-Is she not a fair creature?
Lys. Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, there's for you: leave us.
Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done presently.
Lys. I beseech you, do.
Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man. [To MARINA. Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.
Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to.
Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable 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. Why, 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?
Were you a
Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. 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 honourable parts, and are the governor of this place. 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 seed 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 honour, show it now;
Lys. How's this? how's this?-Some more;-be
Mar. For me,
That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune Hath plac'd me in this sty, where, since I came, Diseases have been sold dearer than physic,—
Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou could'st.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
For me, be you thoughten
Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house, But for this virgin that doth prop it, would Sink, and overwhelm you. Away! [Exit LYSIMACHUS. Boult. How's this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.
Mar. Whither would you have me?
Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.
Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods.
Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever!
Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a snowball; saying his prayers, too.
Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.
Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed.
Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!
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, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Bawd.
Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me.
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 so bad as thou art,
Of hell would not in reputation change:
Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel
As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
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 not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one?
Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak,
If that thy master would gain by me,
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
I doubt not but this populous city will
Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
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.
Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances
Deep clerks she dumbs, and with her needle composes
His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
Enter Two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian Vessel,
solve you. O here he is.— Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene, And in it is Lysimachus, the governor, Who craves to come aboard. What is your will? Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen. Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
Enter Two or Three Gentlemen.
1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen,
There is some of worth would come aboard: I pray Greet him fairly.
[Gentlemen and 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
Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!
I made to it to know of whence you are.
Lys. I am the 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 To any one, nor taken sustenance,
She, questionless, with her sweet harmony,
She is all happy as the fair'st of all,
[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.-Exit Lord.
Hel. Sure, all effectless; yet nothing we'll omit, That bears recovery's name.
But, since your kindness we have stretch'd thus far,
That for our gold we may provision have,
Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you.-
Enter Lord, MARINA, and a young Lady.
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
She's a gallant lady.
Lys. She's such a one, that were I well assur'd she
Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish
Sir, I will use
No, nor look'd on us.
Lys. See, she will speak to him.
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,
For I was born at sea.
At sea! what mother?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Who died the minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
O! stop there a little. This is the rarest dream that e'er dull'd sleep Did mock sad fools withal; this cannot be. 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 scorn: believe me, 'twere best I did give o'er.
Per. I will believe you by the syllable
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't,
You think me an impostor: no, good faith;
I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be.
Per. Ho, Helicanus !
I'll well remember you.
[Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and Lady. SCENE II.-The Same.
PERICLES on the Deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him in a vision.
Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither, And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
There, when my maiden priests are met together,
Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife :
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
Or perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe:
Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
I will obey thee.-Helicanus !
Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. Hel.
Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike The inhospitable Cleon; but I am
O! come hither, For other service first: toward Ephesus
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods as loud As thunder threatens us: this is Marina !— What was thy mother's name? tell me but that, For truth can never be confirm'd enough, Though doubts did ever sleep.
What is your title?
First, sir, I pray,
Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me, now,
Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
The minute I began.
Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
And give you gold for such provision
As our intents will need?
Sir, lend your arm. [Exeunt.
Enter GowER, before the Temple of DIANA at Ephesus. Gow. Now our sands are almost run;
More a little, and then dumb.
This, as my last boon, give ine,
What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
SCENE III.-The Temple of DIANA at Ephesus ; THAISA standing near the Altar, as high Priestess;
a number of Virgins on each side: CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending.
Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, HELI-
Per. Hail Dian! to perform thy just command,
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
"Tis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady.-O! she's but o'erjoy'd.
Early in blust'ring morn this lady was
Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin,
From first to last resolve you.
Per. Pure Dian! bless thee for thy vision, I will offer night oblations to thee. Thaisa, This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now, This ornament,
Makes me look dismal, will I clip to form;
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and plac'd her And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd, Here, in Diana's temple.
May we see them?
Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house, Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is recover'd.
Thai. O let me look.
If he be none of mine, my sanctity
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
The voice of dead Thaisa!
Now I know you better.When we with tears parted Pentapolis, The king, my father, gave you such a ring. [Shows a Ring.
Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness
Makes my past miseries sports: you shall do well,
Melt, and no more be seen. O! come, be buried
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to THAISA.
Per. Look, who kneels here. Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa;
Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina,
For she was yielded there.
To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.
Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit: Sir, my father's dead.
Per. Heavens, make a star of him! Yet there, my
Gow. In Antiochus, and his daughter, you have beard
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
A figure of truth, of faith, and loyalty:
Had spread their cursed deed, the honour'd name
That him and his they in his palace burn.
To punish them, although not done, but meant.
New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.