The Plays of William Shakespeare

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 hear'st
It shall be for thy good.
{from me,
[As Lysimachus is putting up his purse,
Boult enters.
Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me.
Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your
But for this virgin that doth prop it up, [house,
Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away!

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 [Brit Lysimachus.can; come your ways. [Exeunt

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. I

Re-enter Bawd.

Band. How now! What's the matter?

ACT V. Enter Gower.

Gor. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and
Into an honest house, our story says. chanoes
She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays: [composes
Deep clerks she dumbs: and with her neeld
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or
That even her art sisters the natural roses; [berry;
Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry: 2.

Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; She has here That pupils lacks she none of noble race, spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus.

Band. O abominable!

Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place; Boult. She makes our profession as it were to And to her father turn our thoughts again, (lost; stink afore the face of the gods.

Bard. 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!

Band. 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 would you have me?

Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so Mar. Dr'ythee, tell me one thing first. [dear. 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 Of hell would not in reputation change: Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel That hither comes enquiring for his tib; To the cholerick fisting of each rogue thy ear Is liable; thy very food is such

As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

Boult. What would you have me? 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, common sewers, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman;
Any of these ways are better yet than this:
For that which thou professest, a baboon,
Could he but speak, would own a name too dear.
O that the gods would safely from this place
Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee.

If that thy master would gain aught by me,
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
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?

Where we left him, on the sea. We there hím
Whence, 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,
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His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expence
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 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 you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene.
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 Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen,

There is some of worth would come aboard: I
To greet them fairly.
[pray you,
[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,
Resolve you.

Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you Hel. And you, sir, to out-live the age I am, And die as I would do.

Lys.
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, sir, what is your place?

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

Hel. Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king ;

[Though wayward fortune did malign my state, My derivation was from ancestors

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:

To any one, nor taken sustenance,

But to prorogue his grief.

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief of all springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

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.

But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and aukward 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.
[Aside.
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 pa-
You would not do me violence.
[rentage,
Per
I do think so.
You are like something that-What countrywo,
Here of these shores?
Mar.

Hel. Behold him, sir: [Pericles discovered.] this I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.-
was a goodly person,

Till the disaster, that, one mortal night,

Drove him to this.

[Hail!

Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hail, royal sir!

Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.
11 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst
Would win some words of him.
[wager,
1 Lys.
'Tis well bethought.
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, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow maidens, now within
The leafy shelter that abuts against
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 kind

ness

We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you fur-
That for our gold we may provision have, [ther,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

[man 2

No, nor of any shores:
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
No other than I appear.

(ing.
Per. I ain great with woe, and shall deliver weep,
My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one
My daughter might have been my queen's square
brows;
Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno;
Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them
hungry,
[live?
The more she gives them speech.- Where do you
Mar. Where I am but a stranger: from the deck
You may discern the place.
Per.
Where were you bred?
And how achiev'd you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?
Mar.
Should I tell my history,
Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting.
Per. Pr'ythee speak;

Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace. For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee, And make my senses credit thy relation, To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends? Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back, (Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou From good descending? [cam'st So indeed I did. Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, Enter, from the barge, Lord, Marina, and a young And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal

Lys.
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;-
But, see, I am prevented.

Lady.

Mar.

If both were open'd.
Mar.

I said, and said no more but what my thoughts.
Did warrant me was likely.

Per.

Tell thy story:
If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look
Like Patience, gazing on king's graves, and smiling
Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind
virgin?

Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me,
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.

Per.

O, I am mook'd,

Patience, good sir,

And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.
Mar.
Or here I'll cease.
Per.

Nay, I'll be patient;
Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina.

Mar.

The name Marina,
Was given me by one that had some power;
My father, and a king.
Per.

And call'd' Marina?

Mar.

How! a king's daughter?

You said you would believe me;

But, not to be a troubler of your peace,

bred?

Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave Pericles on the deck asleep; Diana appearing to him

[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,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me ;
Brought me to Mitylene. But, now good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep?
It 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!

Hel.
Calls my gracious lord ?
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general: Tell me, if thou canst,
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?

Hel.

I know not; but.

Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene, Speaks nobly of her.

Lys.

She would never tell

Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.

Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hi-
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget; [ther,
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again!-O Helicanus,
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.

Mar.

What is your title?

First, sir, I pray,

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre; but tell me now (As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect,) My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of And another life to Pericles thy father. [kingdoms, 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.

[child,

Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, (Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been, By savage Cleon,) she shall tell thee all; When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge, She is thy very princess.-Who is this? Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene, Who, hearing of your melancholy state, Did come to see you.

Per.

I embrace you, sir. Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding. O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what muTell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him [sick ?O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,

as in a vision.

Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; bie thee
And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
[thither,
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.
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 !

Enter Lysimachus, Helicanus, and Marina. Hel.

Sir.

More a little, and then done.

This, as my last boon, give me.

(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 Mitylin,

To greet the king. So he has 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 boon.

[Eri

SCENE III-The Temple of Diana at Ephesus. Thaisa standing near the Altar, as high Priestess a number of Virgins on each side; Cerimon 4 other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending.

Enter Pericles, with his Train; Lysimachus, Helicanus, 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
The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis.

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.
Thai.
Voice and favour!
You are, you are-O royal Pericles![She faints.
Per. What means the woman? she dies! help,
Cer. Noble sir,
[gentlemen!

If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.

Per.

Reverend appearer, no ; I threw her o'erboard with these very arms. Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. Per. 'Tis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady ;-0, she's but o'erjoy'd. Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and pla'cd Here in Diana's temple. [her

Per.

May we see them?

Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is [house, 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?

Per.

The voice of dead Thaisa!

I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
My night oblations to thee. Thaisa,
This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
This ornament that makes me look so dismal,
Will I, my lov'd Marina, clip to form ;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify,
Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit,
Sir, that my father's dead.
[my queen,
Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there,
We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
Will in that kingdom spend our following days;
Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign:
Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay,
To hear the rest untold.-Sir, lead the way.

Enter Gower.

[Exeunt.

Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter you have
heard
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, of loyalty:
In reverend Cerimon there well appears

[name

The worth that learned charity aye wears.
For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame.
Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd
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,
Now joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.
[Erit Gower.

KING LEAR.

Lear, King of Britain,
King of France.
Duke of Burgundy.
Duke of Cornwall.
Duke of Albany.

Earl of Kent.

Earl of Gloster.

Edgar, son to Gloster.

Edmund, bastard son to Gloster.

Curan, a courtier.

Old Man, tenant to Gloster.
Physician.

Fool.

ACT I.

Enter Kent, Gloster, and Edmund. Kent. I thought, the king had more affected the duke of Albany, than Cornwall.

Glo. It did always seem so to us: but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most; for equalities are so weigh'd, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety..

Kent. Is not this your son, my lord?

Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it.

Kent. I cannot conceive you.

Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed; and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?

Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper.

Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account though this knave came somewhat saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund ?

Edm. No, my lord.

Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter as my honourable friend.

Edm. My serviees to your lordship.

And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
We have this hour a constant will to publish
Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife
May be prevented now. The princes, France and
Burgundy,

Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
Long in our court have made their amorous so-
journ,
[daughters,
And here are to be answer'd.-Tell me, my
(Since now we will divest us, both of rule,
Interest of territory, cares of state,)
Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most?
That we our largest bounty may extend
Where merit doth most challenge it.-Goneril,
Our eldest-born, speak first.

Gon.

Sir, I

this,

With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads,
We make thee lady: To thine and Albany's issue
Be this perpetual. What says our second daughter,
Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak.

Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
I find, she names my very deed of love;

Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you Only she comes too short,-that I profess

better.

Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving.
Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he
shall again :-The king is coming.

[Trumpets sound within.
Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan,
Cordelia, and Attendants.
Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy,
Gloster.

Glo. I shall, my liege.
[Exeunt Gloster and Edmund.
Lear. Mean-time we shall express our darker
purpose.
[divided,
Give me the map there.-Know, that we have
In three, our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent
To shake all cares and business from our age;
Conferring them on younger strengths, while we
Unburden'd crawl toward death.-Our son of
Cornwall,

Myself an enemy to all other joys,
Which the most precious square of sense possesses;
And find, I am alone felicitate
In your dear highness' love.

Cor.
Then poor Cordelia! [Azije.
More richer than my tongue.
And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's

Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever,
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;
No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
Than that confirm'd on Goneril. Now, our joy,
Although the last, not least; to whose young love
The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy,
Strive to be interess'd; what can you say, to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak.
Cor. Nothing, my lord.

Lear. Nothing?

Cor. Nothing.

Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak again.
Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave

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