way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say. Re-enter Bawd. Bawd. How now! what's the matter? Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus. Bawd. O abominable! 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 slre 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 would you 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 yet so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command. Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend Is liable; thy very 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 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 That doth frequent your house. groom 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 neeld composes His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; In your supposing once more put your sight; Where, what is done in action, more, if might, Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark. [Exit. SCENE 1. On board PERICLES' Ship, off MITYLENE. A close Pavilion on Deck, with a Curtain before it; PERICLES within it, reclined 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 resolve [To the Sailor of Mitylene. 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? Enter two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray you, To greet them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two 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! You wish me well. Lys. Lys. I am 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 But to prorogue his grief. Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature? Lys. May we not see him, then? Hel. You may indeed, sir, But bootless is your sight; he will not speak To any. Lys. Yet let me obtain my wish. Hel. Behold him, sir: [Pericles discovered] this was a goodly person, Till the disaster, that, one mortal night, Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hail, Hail, royal sir! Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. 1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him. "Tis well bethought. Lys. She, all as happy as of all the fairest, Is, with her fellow maidens, now within The island's side. [He whispers one of the attendant Lords.Exit Lord, in the Barge of Lysimachus. Hel. Sure, all's 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 further, That for our gold we may provision have, Wherein we are not destitute for want, But weary for the staleness. |