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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.

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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;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

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,—

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Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou could'st.

Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
Persevere in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee.
Mar. The gods preserve you!

For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.
Hold, here's more gold for thee.
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost hear
From me, it shall be for thy good.
Enter BOULT.

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.

Re-enter Bawd.

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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.
Mar. Whither wilt thou 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 so bad as thou art,
Since they do better thee in their command.
Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend

Of hell would not in reputation change:

Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel
That hither comes inquiring for his Tib;
To the cholerick fisting of each rogue thy ear
Is liable; thy food is such

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
Old receptacles, or common sewers, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman:
Any of these ways are yet better than this;

For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak,
Would own a name too dear. That the gods
Would safely deliver me from this place!
Here, here's gold for thee.

If that thy master would gain by me,

Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,

Enter GOWER.

With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
And I will undertake all these to teach.

I doubt not but this populous city will
Yield many scholars.

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.


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 needle composes
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry,
That even her art sisters the natural roses;
Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place,
And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Where we left him on the sea, tumbled and tost;
And, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd
Here where his daughter dwells: and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd
God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your supposing once more put your sight;
Of heavy Pericles think this the bark:
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark. [Exit.
SCENE I.-On board PERICLES' Ship, off Mitylene.
A Pavilion on deck, with a Curtain before it; PERI-
CLES within it, reclining 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 re-
[To the Sailor of Mitylene. |

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
Resolve you.

Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!
Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
And die as I would do.
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, what is your place?

Lys. I am the governor of this place you lie before.
Hel. Sir,

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,

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She, questionless, with her sweet harmony,
And other choice attractions, would allure,
And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
Which now are midway stopp'd:

She is all happy as the fair'st of all,
And with her fellow maids is now upon
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side.

[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,
Let us beseech you,

That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

O, sir! a courtesy,
Which, if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province.-Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you.-
But see, I am prevented.

Enter Lord, MARINA, and a young Lady.
Lys. O! here is

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
Is't not a goodly presence?


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
No better choice, and think me rarely wed.-
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
If that thy prosperous and artificial feat
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided none but I and my companion
Be suffer'd to come near him.
Come, let us leave her;
And the gods make her prosperous! [MARINA sings.
Lys. Mark'd he your music?

No, nor look'd on us.

Lys. See, she will speak to him.
Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.—

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,
My lord, that may be, hath endur'd a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings;
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.-I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, "Go not till he speak."
Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentage-
To equal mine!-was it not thus? what say you?
Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,
You would not do me violence.

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For I was born at sea.


Call'd Marina,

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
Deliver'd weeping.


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
Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:
How came you in these parts? where were you bred?
Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave me,
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me; and having woo'd

A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep?
may be,

You think me an impostor: no, good faith;

I am the daughter to king Pericles,

If good king Pericles be.

Per. Ho, Helicanus !

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I'll well remember you.


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,
Before the people all,

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife :

To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
And give them repetition to the life.

Or perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe:
Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow.
Awake, and tell thy dream.

[DIANA disappears.

Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,

I will obey thee.-Helicanus !



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,
My drown'd queen's name, (as in the rest you said
Thou hast been godlike perfect) the heir of kingdoms,
And another like to Pericles thy father.

Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
To say, my mother's name was Thaisa?
Thaisa was my mother, who did end

The minute I began.

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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?

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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,
For such kindness must relieve me,
That you aptly will suppose

What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
The regent made in Mitylen,
To greet the king. So he thriv'd,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd
To fair Marina; but in no wise
Till he had done his sacrifice,
As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.
In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd,
And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our king, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful doom.


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-
CANUS, MARINA, and a Lady.

Per. Hail Dian! to perform thy just command,
I here confess myself the king of Tyre;
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
At Pentapolis, the fair Thaisa.

At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess!
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tharsus
Was nurs'd with Cleon, whom at fourteen years
He sought to murder, but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene; against whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.

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"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,

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From first to last resolve you.

Reverend sir,
The gods can have no mortal officer
More like a god than you. Will you deliver
How this dead queen re-lives?

I will, my lord :
Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
How she came placed here in the temple,
No needful thing omitted.

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,
But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord!
Are you not Pericles? Like him you speak,
Like him you are. Did you not name a tempest,
A birth, and death?

Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead, and drown'd.
Per. Immortal Dian!

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,
That on the touching of her lips I may

Melt, and no more be seen. O! come, be buried
A second time within these arms.


My heart

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

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Gow. In Antiochus, and his daughter, you have beard

Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen,
Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Helicanus may you well descry

A figure of truth, of faith, and loyalty:
In reverend Cerimon there well appears,
The worth that learned charity aye wears.
For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame

Had spread their cursed deed, the honour'd name
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;

That him and his they in his palace burn.
The gods for murder seemed so content

To punish them, although not done, but meant.
So on your patience evermore attending,

New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.

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