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So puts himself unto the shipman's toil,
I shall not be hang'd now, although I would;
With message unto princely Pericles:
SCENE IV.-Tarsus. A Room in the Governor's
Enter CLEON, DIONYZA, and Attendants.
Cle. My Dionyza, shall we rest us here, And, by relating tales of others' griefs, See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?
Dio. That were to blow at fire, in hope to quench it;
For who digs hills because they do aspire,
Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it,
If heaven slumber, while their creatures want,
Cle. This Tharsus, o'er which I have government, (A city, on whom plenty held full hand,) For riches, strew'd herself even in the streets; Whose towers bore heads so high, they kiss'd the clouds,
And strangers ne'er beheld, but wonder'd at;
Cle. But see what heaven can do! By this our change,
These mouths, whom but of late, earth, sea, and air,
A portly sail of ships make hitherward.
One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir,
And so in ours: some neighboring nation,
Taking advantage of our misery,
Hath stuff d these hollow vessels with their power,
Lord. That's the least fear: for, by the semblance Of their white flags display'd. they bring us peace, And come to us as favorers, not as foes.
Cle. Thou speak'st like him's untutor'd to repeat; Who makes the fairest show, means most deceit. But bring they what they will, what need we fear? The ground's the low'st, and we are half-way there. Go tell their general, we attend him here, To know for what he comes, and whence he comes, And what he craves.
Lord. I go, my lord. Cle. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist;7 If wars, we are unable to resist.
Enter PERICLES, with Attendants. Per. Lord governor, for so we hear you are, Let not our ships and number of our men, Be, like a beacon fir'd, to amaze your eyes. We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre, And seen the desolation of your streets: Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, But to relieve them of their heavy load; And these our ships you happily may think Are, like the Trojan horse, war-stuff'd within, With bloody views, expecting overthrow, Are stored with corn, to make your needy bread, And give them life, who are hunger-starv'd, half
All. The gods of Greece protect you! And we'll pray for you. Per. Rise, I pray you, rise; We do not look for reverence, but for love, And harborage for ourself, our ships, and men. Cle. The which when any shall not gratify, Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought, Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves, The curse of heaven and men succeed their evils! Till when, (the which, I hope, shall ne'er be seen,) Your grace is welcome to our town and us. Per. Which welcome we'll accept; feast here a while,
Until our stars that frown, lend us a smile.
Dumb Show. Enter at one Door, PERICLES, talking with CLEON; all the Train with them. Enter, at another Door, a Gentleman, with a Letter to PERICLES; PERICLES shows the Letter to CLEON; then gives the Messenger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt PERICLES, CLEON, &c., severally.
Gow. Good Helicane hath staid at home,
From others' labors; forth he strive
And to fulfil his prince' desire,
How Thaliard came full bent with sin,
Should house him safe, is wreck'd and split;
By waves from coast to coast is tost:
All perishen of man, of pelf,
Ne aught escapen but himself;
Till fortune, tired with doing bad,
[Exit. An open Place by the
Per. Yet cease your ire, ye angry stars of heaven!
1 Fish. What, ho, Pilche!
2 Fish. Ho! come, and bring away the nets.
1 Fish. What, Patch-breech, I say!
3 Fish. What say you, master?
1 Fish. Look how thou stirrest now! come away, or I'll fetch thee with a wannion.
3 Fish. 'Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us, even now.
1 Fish. Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to us, to help them, when, well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves. 3 Fish. Nay, master, said not I as much, when I saw the porpus, how he bounced and tumbled? they say, they are half fish, half flesh; a plague on them, they ne'er come, but I look to be washed. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones: I can compare our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale; 'a plays and tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales have I heard on a' the land, who never leave gaping, till they've swallow'd the whole parish, church, steeple, bells, and all.
Per. A pretty moral.
2 Fish. Honest! good fellow, what's that? if it be a day fits you, scratch it out of the calendar, and nobody will look after it.
Per. Nay, see, the sea hath cast upon your coast2 Fish. What a drunken knave was the sea, to cast thee in our way!
Per. A man whom both the waters and the wind,
1 Fish. No, friend, cannot you beg? here's them in our country of Greece, gets more with begging, than we can do with working.
2 Fish. Canst thou catch any fishes then?
2 Fish. Nay, then thou wilt starve sure; for here's nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou canst fish for't.
Per. What I have been, I have forgot to know;
1 Fish. Die, quoth-a? Now gods forbid! I have a gown here; come, put it on; keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting days, and moreo'er, puddings and flap-jacks, and thou shalt be welcome.
Per. I thank you, sir.
2 Fish. Hark you, my friend, you said you could not beg.
Per. I did but crave.
2 Fish. But crave? Then I'll turn craver too, and so I shall 'scape whipping.
Per. Why, are all your beggars whipped, then? 2 Fish. O, not all, my friend, not all; for if all your beggars were whipped, I would wish no better office, than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up the net. [Exeunt two of the Fishermen. Per. How well this honest mirth becomes their labor!
1 Fish. Hark you, sir; do you know where you are?
Per. Not well.
1 Fish. Why, I'll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, and our king, the good Simonides.
Per. The good king Simonides, do you call him? 1 Fish. Ay, sir; and he deserves to be so called, for his peaceable reign, and good government.
Per. He is a happy king, since from his subjects He gains the name of good, by his government. How far is his court distant from this shore?
1 Fish. Marry, sir, half a day's journey; and I'll tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is her birth-day; and there are princes and knights come from all parts of the world, to just and tourney for her love.
Per. Did but my fortunes equal my desires, I'd wish to make one there.
1 Fish. O, sir, things must be as they may; and what a man cannot get, he may lawfully deal forhis wife's soul.
Re-enter the two Fishermen, drawing up a Net.
2 Fish. Help, master, help; here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out. Ha! bots on't, 'tis come at last, and 'tis turned to a rusty armor.
Per. An armor, friends! I pray you, let me see it. Thanks, fortune, yet, that after all my crosses,
3 Fish. But, master, if I had been the sexton, I Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself; would have been that day in the belfry. 2 Fish. Why, man?
3 Fish. Because he should have swallowed me too: and when I had been in his belly, I would have kept such a jangling of the bells, that he should never have left, till he cast bells, steeple, church, and parish, up again. But if the good king Simonides were of my mind
3 Fish. We would purge the land of these drones, that rob the bee of her honey.
Per. How from the finny subject of the sea
And, though it was mine own, part of mine heritage,
Per. To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of
For it was sometime target to a king: I know it by this mark. He lov'd me dearly, And for his sake, I wish the having of it; And that you'd guide me to your sovereign's court, Where with't I may appear a gentleman; And if that ever my low fortunes better, I'll pay your bounties; till then, rest your debtor. 1 Fish. Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady? Per. I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms. 1 Fish. Why, do ye take it, and the gods give thee good on't!
2 Fish. Ay, but hark you, my friend: 'twas we that made up this garment through the rough seams of the waters: there are certain condolements, certain vails. I hope, sir, if you thrive, you'll remember from whence you had it.
Per. Believe't, I will.
Now, by your furtherance, I am cloth'd in steel; And spite of all the rupture of the sea,
This jewel holds his bidding2 on my arm;
Unto thy value will I mount myself
Upon a courser, whose delightful steps
2 Fish. We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my best gown to make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee to the court myself.
Per. Then honor be but a goal to my will; This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill.'" [Exeunt.
SCENE II-The same. A Public Way, or Platform, leading to the Lists. A Pavilion by the side of it, for the reception of the King, Princess, Lords, &c.
Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, and Attendants. Sim. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph? 1 Lord. They are, my liege;
And stay your coming to present themselves.
Sim. Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,
In honor of whose birth these triumphs are,
[Exit a Lord.
Thai. Which, to preserve mine honor, I'll perform.
Enter a Knight; he passes over the Stage, and his
Sim. He loves you well, that holds his life of you.
Sim. What is the fourth?
Which can as well inflame, as it can kill.
A kind of loose breeches.
i.e Return them notice. i. e. More by sweetness than by force.
With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?
Sim. A pretty moral;
From the dejected state wherein he is,
He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.
Can any way speak in his just commend:
To have practis'd more the whipstock, than the lance.
2 Lord. He well may be a stranger, for he comes To an honor'd triumph, strangely furnished.
3 Lord. And on set purpose let his armor rust, Until this day, to scour it in the dust.
Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. But stay, the knights are coming; we'll withdraw Into the gallery. [Exeunt. [Great shouts; and all cry, The mean knight!
SCENE III.-The same. A Hall of State.-A Banquet prepared.
Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, Knights, and
(For, daughter, so you are,) here take your place: Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace. Knights. We are honor'd much by good Simo
Sim. Your presence glads our days; honor we love,
For who hates honor, hates the gods above.
Some other is more fit. 1 Knight. Contend not, sir; for we are gentle
Sit, sit, sir; sit. Per. By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts, These cates resist me,6 she not thought upon. Thai. By Juno, that is queen
Of marriage, all the viands that I eat
A country gentleman;
He has done no more than other knights have done, Broken a staff, or so; so let it pass.
Thai. To me he seems like diamond to glass. Per. Yon king's to me, like to my father's picture,
Which tells me, in that glory once he was;
i. e. These delicacies go against my stomach.
To me, my father? Sim.
What is it
O, attend, my daughter;
Therefore to make's entrance more sweet, here say,
Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please me better. [Aside. Sim. And further tell him we desire to know, Of whence he is, his name and parentage. Thai. The king, my father, sir, has drunk to you. Per. I thank him.
Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life. Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
Thai. And further he desires to know of you,
A gentleman of Tyre, who only by
Here is a lady that wants breathing too:
And that their measures are as excellent.
Per. In those that practise them, they are, my lord.
Sim. O, that's as much as you would be deny'd
Of your fair courtesy.-Unclasp, unclasp;
These knights unto their several lodgings: Yours, sir,
We have given orders to be next our own.
Sim. Princes, it is too late to talk of love.
SCENE IV.-Tyre. A Room in the Governor's
Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES.
Hel. No, no, my Escanes; know this of me,Antiochus from incest liv'd not free;
For which, the most high gods not minding longer To withhold the vengeance that they had in store, Due to this heinous capital offence,
Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
A fire from heaven came, and shrivell'd up
Enter three Lords.
1 Lord. See, not a man in private conference, Or council, has respect with him but he.
2 Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof. 3 Lord. Follow me then: Lord Helicane, a word. Hel. With me? and welcome: Happy day, my lords.
1 Lord. Know that our griefs are risen to the top, And now at length they overflow their banks. Hel. Your griefs, for what? wrong not the prince you love.
1 Lord. Wrong not yourself then, noble Helicane: But if the prince do live, let us salute him,
Or know what ground's made happy by his breath.
2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest in
And knowing this kingdom, if without a head,
All. Live, Lord Helicane!
Hel. Try honor's cause, forbear your suffrages, If that you love prince Pericles, forbear. Take I your wish, I leap into the seas, Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease. A twelvemonth longer let me then entreat you To forbear choice i' the absence o' the king; If in which time expir'd, he not return, I shall with aged patience bear your yoke. But if I cannot win you to his love; Go search like noblemen, like noble subjects, And in your search spend your adventurous worth: Whom if you find, and win unto return, You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield; And, since lord Helicane enjoineth us, We with our travels will endeavor it.
Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands;
When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Pentapolis. A Room in the Palace. Enter SIMONIDES, reading a Letter, the Knights meet him.
1 Knight. Good-morrow to the good Simonides. Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
That for this twelvemonth, she'll not undertake
Her reason to herself is only known,
2 Knight. May we not get access to her, my lord?
Sim. 'Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly tied her
To her chamber, that it is impossible.
3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves. [Exeunt. They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's
She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight,
For your sweet music this last night: my ears, I do protest, were never better fed
With such delightful pleasing harmony.
Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend; Not my desert.
Sir, you are music's master.
Per. The worst of all her scholars, my good lord. Sim. Let me ask one thing. What do you think, sir, of
A letter that she loves the knight of Tyre?
That never aim'd so high to love your daughter, But bent all offices to honor her.
Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art
Per. Even in his throat (unless it be the king) That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his cou[Aside. Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts That never relish'd of a base descent.
I came unto your court, for honor's cause,
And not to be a rebel to her state;
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?
I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.] I'll tame
I'll bring you in subjection.-
Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it too.-
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, Of this most pompous marriage-feast. The cat, with eyne of burning coal, Now crouches 'fore the mouse's hole; And crickets sing at the oven's mouth, As the blither for their drouth. Hymen hath brought the bride to bed, Where, by the loss of maidenhead, A babe is moulded ;-Be attent, And time that is so briefly spent, With your fine fancies quaintly eche What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech. Dumb show. Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets him, kneels, and gives PERICLES a Letter. PERICLES 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 dearn and painful perch,' Of Pericles the careful search,
By the four opposing coignes,2
That horse, and sail, and high expense,
The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
⚫ Lonely. 1 A measure.
Help, or assist the search.
The mutiny there he hastes t'appease:
Come not, in twice six moons, home,
Will take the crown. The sum of this,
And every one with claps 'gan sound,
Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?
This stage, the ship, upon whose deck
Enter PERICLES, on a Ship at Sea.