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Per.

I will embrace Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-0, no tears, Which never could I so convey,
Lychorida, no tears:

Unless your thoughts went on my way.--
Look to your little mistress, on whose grace Dionyza does appear,
You may depend hereafter.-Come, my lord. With Leonine, a murderer.

(Erit. [Ereunt.

SCENE I.
SCENE IV.

Tharsus. An open Place near the Seashore.
Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House.

Enter Dionyza and Leonine.
Enter Cerimon and Thaisa.

Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn
Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain to do it;
jewels,

'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Lay with you in your coffer; which are now Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon, At your command. Know you the character ? To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, Thai. It is my lord's.

Which is but cold, inflaming love, thy bosom That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Inflame too nicely: nor let pity, which Even on my eaning time; but whether there Even woman have cast off, melt thee, but be Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

A soldier to thy purpose. I cannot rightly say: But since King Pericles, Leon. I'll do't; bui yet she is a goodly creature. My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,

Dion. The filter then the gods should have her.
A vestal livery will I take me to,

Here
And never more have joy.

Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death.
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Thou art resolv'd ?
Diana's temple is not distant far,

Leon.

I am resolv'd. Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Enter Marina, with a Basket of Flowers. Moreover if you please, a niece of mine Shall there attend you.

Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all: To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.

blues,
(Exeunt. The purple violets, and marigolds,

Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,

While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, ACT IV.

Born in a tempest, when my mother died,

This world to me is like a lasting storm,
Enter Gower.

Whirring me from my friends.
Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre, Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep
Welcom'd and settled to his own desire.

alone!
His woful queen leave at Ephesus,

How chance my daughter is not with you ? Do Unto Diana there a votaress.

not Now tc Marina bend your mind,

Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have Whom our fast growing scene must find A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

With this unprofitable wo! Come, come; In musick, letters; who hath gain'd

Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea Of education all the grace,

marit, Which inakes her both the heart and place Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick there, Of general wonder. But alack!

Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach.
That monster envy, oft the wreck

Come;
Of earned praise, Marina's life

Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.

Mar. No, I pray you;
And in this kind hath our Cleon

I'll not bereave you of your servant.
One daughter, and a wench full grown, Dion.

Come, come;
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid I love the king your father, and yourself,
Hight Philoten: and it is said

With more than foreign heart. We every day
For certain in our story, she

Expect him here: when he shall come, and find
Would ever with Marina be:

Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted,
Be 't when she weav'd the sleided silk

He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
With fingers long, small, white as milk; Blame both my lord and me, that we have talep
Or when she would with sharp needle wound No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,
The cambrick, which she made more sound Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve
By hurting it, or when to the lute

That excellent complexion, which did steal
She sung, and made ihe night-bird mute, The eyes of young and old. Care not for me;
That still records with moan; or when I can go home alone.
She would with rich and constant pen

Mar.

Well, I will go
Vail to her mistress Dian; still

But yet I have no desire to it.
This Philoten contends in skill

Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you,
With absolute Marina : so

Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least;
With the dove of Paphos inight the crow Remember what I have said.'
Vie feathers white. Marina gets

Leon,

I warrant you, madam. All praises, which are paid as debts,

Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for & And not as given. This so darks

while; In Philoten all graceful marks,

Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood:
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,

What! I must have a care of you.
A present murderer does prepare

Mar.

Thanks, sweet madam.-
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter. Is this wind westerly that blows ?

Exit Dionyza.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,

Leon.

South-west Lychorida, our nurse, is dead :

Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. And cursed Dionyza hath

Leon.

Was't so 3 The pregnant instrument of wrath

Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, Prest for this blow. The unborn event But cry'd, Good seamen ! to the sailors, galling I do commend to your content:

His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes; Only I carry winged time

And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea

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That almost burst the deck.

some of conscience. The poor Transylvanias i Leon. When was this?

dead, that lay with the little baggage. Mar. When I was born :

Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made Never was waves nor wind more violent; him roast meat for worms but I'll go search And from the ladder-tackle washes off

the market.

(Eri Boult A canvass-climber. Ha! says one, wilt out? Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were And with a dropping industry they skip as pretty a proportiou to live quietly, and so give From slem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and over. The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you 7 is it a Leon. Come, say your prayers.

shame to get when we are old ? Mar.

What mean you ? Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the corne Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, modity ; nor the commodity wages not with the I grant it: Pray! but be not tedious,

danger; therefore, if in our youths we could For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to To do my work with haste.

keep our door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms Mar.

Why will you kill me? we stand upon with the gods, will be strong with Leon. To satisfy my lady.

us for giving over. Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?

Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we Now, as I can remember, by my troth,

Pand. As well as wel ay, and better too; se I never did her hurt in all my life;

offend worse. Neither is our profession any I never spake bad word; nor did ill turn trade; it's no calling :--but here comes Boull To any living creature : believe me, la, I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly :

Enter the Pirates, and Boult, dragging in

Marina. I trod upon a worm against my will, But I wept for it. How have I offended, Boult. Come your ways. (To Marina )-My Wherein my death might yield her profit, or masters, you say she's a virgin ? life imply her danger?

1 Pirate. 0, sir, we doubt it not. Leon.

My commission Boult. Master, 'I have gone thorough for this Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

piece, you see: if you like her, so ; if not, I hare Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. lost my earnest. You are well favour'd, and your looks foreshow Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?

You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and
When you caught hurt in parting iwo that fought: bas excellent good clothes; there's no further
Good sooth, it show'd well in you: do so now: necessity of qualities can make her be refused.
Your lady seeks my life: come you between, Bawd. What's her price, Boult?
And sa ve poor me, the weaker.

Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thoo. Leon.

I am sworn,

sand pieces. And will despatch.

Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shal

bave your money presently. Wife, take her in; Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling.

instruct her what she has to do, that she may 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! (Levnine runs away. not be raw in her entertainment. 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!

(Ereunt Pander and Pirates. 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, Bard. Boult, take you the marks of her; the let's have her aboard suddenly.

colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with [Ereunt Pirates with Marina. warrant of her virginity ; and cry, He that will SCENE IL. The same.

gire most, shall have her first. Such a ma lege

head were no cheap thing, if men were as they Re-enter Leonine.

have been. Get this done as I command you. Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pi- Boull. Performance shall follow. (Esit Boals rate Valdes;

Mar. Alack, that Leopine was so slack, se And they have seiz'd Marina. Let ber go:

słow! There's no hope she'll relarn. I'll swear she's (He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these dead,

pirates And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further; (Not enough barbarons) had not overboard Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Thrown me, to seek my mother! Not carry her aboard!f she remain,

Brud. Why lament you, pretty one 3 Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. Mar. That I am pretty.

(Exit. Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in SCENE III. Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel. yon.

Mar. 1 accuse them not.
Enter Pinder, Bawd, and Boull.

Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you Pand. Boult.

are like to live. Boult. Sir.

Mar. The more my fault. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die is full of gallants. We lost too much money this Bawd: Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. mart, by being too wenchless.

Mar. No. Bawd. We were never so much out of crea Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gener tures. We have but poor three, and they can men of all fashions. You shall rare well : yua do no more than they can do ;'and with con- shall have the difference of all complexides tinual action are even as good as rotten. What! do you stop your ears?

Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er Mar. Are you a woman? we pay for them. If there be not a conscience Bawd. What would you have me be, an l be to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. not a woman ? Bawd. Thou say'st true ; 'tis not the bringing Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. up of poor bastards, as I think I have brought Baud. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think! up some eleven

shall have something to do with you C Boull. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down you are a young foolish sapling, and mase be again. Bit shall I search the market?

bowed as I would have you. Bawd. What else, man ? The stuff we have, a

Mar. The gods defend me! strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so Baud. If it please the gods to defend yoelt pitifully sodden.

men, then men must comfort you, men mistet Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwhole-you, meu must stir you up.-Bouli's returned

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Enter Boult.

l' the justice of compare! O vMain Leonine, Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? Whom thou hast poison'd too! Boull. I have cried her almost to the number If thou had'st drunk to him, it had been a kind of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my Becoming well thy feat: what canst thou say,

ness voice. Bawd. And I prythee tell me, how dost thou When noble Pericles shall demand his child ?' find the inclination of the people, especially of Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the the younger sort?

fates, Boult. 'F'aith, they listen'd to me, as they would To foster it, nor ever to preserve. have hearkeu'd to their father's testament. There She died at night; l'll say so. Who can cross it? was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he Unless you play the impíous innocent went to bed to her very description.

And for an honest attribute, cry out, Bawd. We shall have him here lo-morrow with She died by foul pluy. his best ruff on.

Cle.

O, go to. Well, well, Boult To-night, to night. But, mistress, do of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods you know the French knight thai cowers i' the Do like this worst. bams?

Dion.

Be one of those, that think Bawd. Who? Monsieur Veroles ?

The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the pro- And open this to Pericles. I do shame clamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore To think of what a noble strain you are, he would see her to-morrow.

And of how coward a spirit. Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his Cle.

To such proceeding disease hither ; here he does but repair it. I Who ever but his approbation added, know, he will come in our shadow, to scatter his Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow crowns in the sun.

Froin honourable courses. Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a tra

Dion.

Be it so then: veller, we should lodge them with this sign.

Yet none does know, but you, how she came Bawd. Pray you come hither awhile. You

dead, have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. must seem to do that fearfully, which you com- She did disdain my child, and s:ood between mit willingly; to despise profit, where you have Her and her fortunes : None would look on her, most gain. To weep that you live as you do, But cast their gazes on Marina's face ; makes pity in your lovers: Seldom, but thai Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, pity begets

you a good opinion, and that opinion Not worth the time of day. It pierced nie a mere profit.

thorough ; Mar. I understand you not.

And though you call my course unnatural, Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her You not your child well loving, yet I find, home : these blushes of hers must be quenched It greets me as an enterprise of kindness, with some present practice.

Perform'd to your sole daughter. Bard. Thou say'st true, i' faith, so they must :

Cle.

Heavens forgive it! for your bride goes to that with shame, which is

Dion. And as for Pericles, her way to go with warrant.

What should he say? We wept after her hearse, Boult. 'Faith, some do, and some do not. But, And even yet we mourn; her monument mistress, if I have bargained for the joint,

Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs Bard. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit.

In glittering golden characters express Boult. I may so.

A general praise to her, and care in us Baud. Who should deny it? Come, young At whose expense 'lis done. one, I like the manner of your garments well.

Cle.

Thou art like the harpy, Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be Which, to betray, doth wear thine angel's face, changed yet.

Seize with thine eagle's talos. Baud. Boult, spend thou that in the town:

Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously report what a sojourner we have: you'll lose Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the fies; nothing by custom. When nature framed this But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [Exeunt. piece, She meant thee a good turn; therefore say Enter Gower, before the Monument of Marina what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest

at Thursus. out of thine own report. Boull. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall

Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out

make short; her beanty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't ; home some to-night.

Making (to take your imagination,) Bard. Come your ways; follow me.

From bourn to tourn, region to region. Mar. If fires be bot, knives sharp, or waters By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime deep,

To use one language, in each several clime, Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.

Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you Diana, aid my purpose !

To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach Bawd. What have we to do with Diana ? you Pray you, will you go with us? (Exeunt.

The stages of our story. Pericles

Is now again thwarting the wayward seas
SCENE IV.

(Attended on by many a lord and knight)

To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House.

Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Enter Cleon and Dionyza.

Advanc'd in time to great and high estate,

Js left to govern. Bear you it in mind, Dion. Why, are you foolish ? Can it be undone? Old Helicanus goes along behind. Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter Well sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon !

brought Dion.

I think This king to Tharsus (think this pilot-thought; You'll turn a child again.

So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, on,) I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,

To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess Like motes and shadows see them move awhile; To equal any single crown o' the earth,

Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

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Dumb Show.

Enter Lysimachus Enter at one door, Pericles, with his Train; Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities?

Cleon and Dionyza at the other. Cleon show Bawd. Now, the gods to bless your honour! Pericles the Tomb of Marina; whereat Peri Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good cles makes lamentation, puts on Sackcloth, health. and in a mighty passion departs. Then Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that Cleon and Dionyza retire.

your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! wholesome iniquity ? Have you that a man tay This borrow'd passion stands for true old wo;

deal withal, and defy the surgeon ? And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er

-but there never came her like in Mitylene. shower'd,

Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thoa Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears would'st say. Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears

well enough. A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,

Lys. Well ; call forth, call forth. And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit

Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, The epitaph is for Marina writ

you shall see a rose ; and she were a rose indeed, By wicked Dionyza. [Reads the Inscrip- if she had but

tion on Marina's Monument. Lys. What, pr’ythee ? The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,

Boult. O, sir, I can be modest. Who wither d in her spring of year,

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,

less than it gives a good report to an anchor to On whom foul death hath made this slaughter :

be chaste. Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,

Enter Marina. Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the earth:

stalk ;-never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, she not a fair creature ? Hath Thetis birth-child on the heavens bestow'd: Lys. "Faith, she would serve after a long rog. Wherefore she does (and swears she'll never age at sea. Well, there's for you ;-leave as stint)

Bawd. I beseech' your honour, give me leare: Make raging battery upon shores of flint.

a word, and I'll have done presently. No visor does become black villany,

Lys. I beseech you, do. So well as soft and tender flattery.

Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,

honourable man. And bear his courses to be ordered

[To Marina, whom she takes aside By lady Fortune ; while our scenes display

Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may war His daughter's wo and heavy well-a-day,

thily note him. In her unholy service. Patience then,

Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, And think you now are all in Mitylen. [Exit. and a man whom I am bound to. SCENE V. Mitylene. A Street before the

Mar. If he govern the country, you are boand Brothel.

to him indeed; but how houourable he is in thai,

I know not. Enter, from the Brothel, tuo Gentlemen. Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal

fencing, will you use him kindly? He will live 1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like? 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place your apron with gola.

Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thank as this, she being once gone. 1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there!

fully receive.

Lys. Have you done? did you ever dream of such a thing?

Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet ; you must 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more take some pains 'to work her to your maraze bawdy-houses: shall we go hear the vestals sing? Come, we will leave his honour and her together, 1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous;

(Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boet but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever.

Lys. Go thy ways.-Now, pretty one, bow [Exeunt.

long have you been at this trade ? SCENE VI. The same. A Room in the

Mar. What trade, sir ?
Brothel.

Lys. What I cannot name but I shall ofend.

Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

Please you to name it. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth Lys. How long have you been of this proses of she had ne'er come here.

sion? Bawd. Fie, fie upon her : she is able to freeze Mar. Ever since I can remember. the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. gamester at five, or at seven ? When she should do for clients her fitment, and Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. do me the kindness of our profession, she has me -Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proelais her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, her you to be a creature of sale. prayers, her knees; that she would make a Mar. Do you know this house to be a placed puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss such resort, and will come into it? I hear os, of her.

you are of honourable parts, and are the gore Boull. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll dis- ernor of this place. furnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our Lys. Why, hath your principal made knows swearers priests.

unto you who I am ? Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness Mar. Who is my principal ? for me!

Lys. Why, your herb-woman ; she that ste Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. 0. yea by the way to the pox. Here coines the Lord have heard something of my power, and so stas! Lysimachus, disguised.

aloof for more serious wooing. But I protest Boull. We should have both lord and lown, it thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see the the peevish baggage would but give way to cus- or else, look friendly upon

thee. Come, bring tomers

mne to some private place. Come, coine.

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Mar. If you were born to honour, show it Mar. 'Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first.
now ;

Boult. Come now, your one thing.
If put upon you, make the judgment good Mar. What canst thou wish thine er.emy to be ?
That thought you worthy of it.

Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my nias Lys. How's this ? how's this I-Some more ;-ter, or rather, my mistress. be sage.

Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou Mar. For me,

art, That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune Since they do better thee in their command. Hath placed me bere within this loathsome sly, Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st Where, since I came, diseases have been sold

fiend Dearer than physick, -0 that the good gods Of hell would not in reputation change : Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Thou'rt the damn'd door keeper to every coystrel Though they did change me to the meanest bird That hither comes inquiring for his tib; That ties i’ the purer air!

To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy ear Lys.

I did not think Is liable; thy very food is such Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd As hath been beleh'd on by infected lungs. thou could'st.

Boult. What would you have me? go to the Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, wars, would you ? where a man may serve seven Thy speech had alter'd it. 'Hold, here's gold years for the loss of a leg, and have not money for thee :

enough in the end to buy him a wooden one ? Persever still in that clear way thou goest, Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty And the gods strengthen thee!

Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth ;
Mar. The gods preserve you!

Serve by indenture to the comnion hangman;
Lys.

For me, be you thoughten Any of ihese ways are better yet than this: That I came with no ill intent; for to me For that which thon professest, a baboon, The very doors and windows savour vilely. Could he but speak, would own a name too dear. Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and that the gods would safely from this place I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. Deliver me? Here, here is gold for thee. Hold; here's more gold for thee.

If that thy master would gain aught by me, A curse upon him, die he like a thief,

Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, Thai robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast; from me,

And I will undertake all these to teach.
It shall be for thy good.

I doubt not but this populous city will
[As Lysimachus is putting up his Purse, Yield many scholars.
Boult enters.

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
Boull. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your And prostitute me to the basest groom
house,

That doth frequent your house.
But for this virgin that doth prop it up,

Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee; Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away! if I can place thee, I will.

(Exit Lysimachus. Mar. But, amongst honest women? Boult. How's this! We must take another Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little course with you. I' your peevish chastity, amongst them But since my master and mis. which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest tress have bought you, there's no going but by country, under the cope, shall undo a whole their consent: therefore I will make them achousehold, let me be gelded like a spaniel. quainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but Come your ways.

I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll Mar. Whither would you have me?

do for thee what I can come your ways. Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off,

(Exeunt. or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.

ACT V.
Re-enter Bawd.

Enter Gower.
Baud. How now ! what's matter?

Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, aud Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; she has chances bere spoken holy words to the Lord Lysima. Into an honest house, our story says. chns.

She sings like one immortal, and she dances Bawd. O abominable !

As goddess-like to her admired lays: Boult. She makes our profession as it were to Deep clerks she dumbs, and with her neeld comstink afore the face of the gods.

poses Bawd. Mairy, hang her np for ever! Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with! berry; her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as That even her art sisters the natural roses : cold as a snowball; saying his prayers too. Her inkle silk, twin with the rubied cherry :

Bard. Boult, take her away; use her at thy That pupils lacks she none of noble race, pleasure : crack the glass of her virginity, and Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain make the rest malleable.

She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place; Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of And to her father turn our thoughts again, ground than she is, she shall be ploughed. Where we left him, on the sea. We there him Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!

lost : Bawd. She conjures: away with her. 'Would, Whence driven before the winds, he is arriv'd she had never come within my doors ! Marry, Here where his daughter dwells : and on this hang you ! She's born to undo us. Will you not coast go the way of womankind ? Marry come up, my Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! God Neptune's annual feast to keep ; froma

[Exit Bawd.

whence Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies, me.

His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; Mar. Whither would you have me?

And to him in his barge with fervour hies. Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so In your supposing once more put your sight; dear

or heavy Pericles think this the bark;

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