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Even for this charge.
Patience, good sir,
As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make,
Enter two Sailors.
1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you. Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw; It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, I would, it would be quiet.
1 Sail. Slack the bolins 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.
I held it ever,
Virtue and cunnings were endowments greater
May the two latter darken and expend;
Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, Than to be thirsty after tottering honor,
No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
To give thee hallowed to thy grave, but straight
Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say, what coast is this?
2 Sail. We are near Tharsus.
Per. Thither, gentle mariner,
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
2 Gent. Your honor has through Ephesus pour'd forth
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
Enter two Servants with a Chest.
Serv. So; lift there.
What is that?
Sir, even now Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest; 'Tis of some wreck. Cer.
Set 't down, let's look on it. 2 Gent. "Tis like a coffin, sir. Cer.
Whate'er it be,
'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold,
Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it? It is a good constraint of fortune, that
The goddess of child-bearing.
Contend with you in honor.
Than any entrance into life can requite.
Bowlines, ropes of the sails.
It belches upon us.
The principals are the strongest rafters in the roof of
If e'er this coffin drive a-land,)
This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart
SCENE III-Tharsus. A Room in CLEON'S House.
Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, and MARINA.
Per. Most honor'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands 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.
O your sweet queen! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither,
To have bless'd mine eyes!
We cannot but obey
Fear not, my lord: Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, That even cracks for woe! This chanced to- (For which the people's prayers still fall on you,)
2 Gent. Most likely, sir. Cer.
Nay, certainly to-night, For look, how fresh she looks!-They were too rough,
That threw her in the sea. Make fire within;
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire.
Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.-
The vial once more;- How thou stirr'st, thou block!
The music there.-I pray you, give her air :-
This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection'
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
I will embrace Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O, no tears. Lychorida, no tears:
Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
Enter CERIMON and THAISA.
Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
And never more have joy.
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Diana's temple is not distant far, Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine Shall there attend you.
Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. [Exeunt. Appear wilful.
The common people.
Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast-growing scene must find
Which makes her both the heart and place
One daughter, and a wench full grown.
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
Or when she would with sharp neelds wound
With the dove of Paphos might the crow
And cursed Dionyza hath
The pregnant instrument of wrath
Prest3 for this blow. The unborn event
1 do commend to your content:
Only I carry winged time
Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
Which never could I so convey,
With Leonine, a murderer.
Unless your thoughts went on my way.Dionyza does appear,
SCENE I.-Tharsus. An open Place near the Sea-shore.
Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.
Dion. Thy oath, remember; thou hast sworn to do it:
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death.
I am resolv'd.
While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid,
Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick there,
Mar. No, I pray you;
I'll not bereave you of your servant.
I love the king your father, and yourself,
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: What! I must have a care of you.
Mar. Thanks, sweet madam.
Is this wind westerly that blows?
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors; galling His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes; And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder
Wash'd off a canvass-climber: Ha! says one,
The master calls, and trebles their confusion.
It was when I was born:
Why will you kill me! Leon. To satisfy my lady. Mar. Why would she have me kill'd? Now, as I can remember, by my troth, I never did her hurt in all my life; I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn To any living creature: believe me, la, I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly: I trod upon a worm against my will, But I wept for it. How have I offended, Wherein my death might yield her profit, or My life imply her danger?
My commission Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.
Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. You are well-favor'd, and your looks foreshow You 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:
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 used in every trade, we shall never prosper.
Bawd. Thou say'st true; 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think I have brought up
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 Transylvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage.
Boull. 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 with the danger; therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatched. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over.
Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling:-but here comes Boult.
Enter the Pirates, and BOULT, dragging in MARINA. Boult. Come your ways. [To MARINA.]-My masters, you say she's a virgin?
1 Pirale. O, sir, we doubt it not.
Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece, you see: if you like her, so: if not, I have lost my earnest.
Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?
Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity of qualities can make her be refused.
Bawl. What's her price, Boult?
Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces.
Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment. [Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the si. e. Half open. Bid a high price for her.
color of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give most shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you.
Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit BOULT. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! (He should have struck, not spoke;) or that these pirates
(Not enough barbarous) had not overboard
Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?
Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in
Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. Bawd. Marry, whip thee, goslin: I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you.
Mar. The gods defend me!
Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir you up.-Boult's return'd. Enter BOULT.
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the
Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would have hearkened to their father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to bed to her very description.
Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on.
Boult. To-night, to night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight that cowers? i' the hams? Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles?
Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the pro clamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore
he would see her to-morrow.
Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know, he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in the sun.
Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should lodge them with this sign.
Bawd. Pray you, come hither a while. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must seem to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to despise profit, where you have most gain. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your lovers: Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. Mar. I understand you not.
Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these blushes of hers must be quenched with some present practice.
Bawd. Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must: for your bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to go with warrant.
Boult. 'Faith some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if I have bargained for the joint,Bawd. Thou mayest cut a morsel off the spit. Boult. I may so.
Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the manner of your garments well. Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet.
Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece, sho
meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report.
Boull. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home some to-night.
Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas
Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind, Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. Diana, aid my purpose!
Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Tharsus. A Room in CLEON'S
Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.
Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon! Diom.
You'll turn a child again.
Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
I' the justice of compare! O villain Leonine,
If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness
Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
She died by night; I'll say so. Who can cross it?
O go to. Well, well,
Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Do like this worst.
Dum. Be one of those that think The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, And open this to Pericles. I do shame To think of what a noble strain you are, And of how cow'd a spirit. Cle. To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added, Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow From honorable courses.
Be it so then:
Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead;
Dion. And as for Pericles,
Heavens forgive it!
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
Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies; But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [Exeunt. Enter GoWER, before the Monument of MARINA, at Tharsus.
Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues
Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't;
si. e. Of a piece with the rest of thy exploit.
An innocent was formerly a common appellation for an idiot. 1 A coarse wench, not worth a good morrow.
Old Helicanus goes along behind.
This king to Tharsus, (think this pilot thought;
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! This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershower'd,
Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
[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,
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
SCENE V.-Mitylene. A Street before the
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 bawdy
houses: 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, forever.
SCENE VI.-The same. A Room in the Broth Enter Pander, Bawd, and BOULT. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the wor -th 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 herWhen she should do for clients her fitment, and d me the kindness of her profession, she has me he quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her pra ers, her knees; that she would make a puritan the devil, if he would cheapen a kiss of her.
Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll dis furnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all o111 swearers priests.