I doubt not but this populous city will

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 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 can; come your ways. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

Enter GOWER.

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
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry;
That even her art sisters the natural roses :
Her inkle silk, twin with the rubied cherry;
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Where we left him on the sea. We there him lost;
Whence driven before the winds, he is arrived
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived
God Neptune's annual feast to keep; from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

His banners sable, trimmed with rich expense,
And to him in his barge with fervor 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 discovered. Please you, sit, and hark. [Exit.

A

SCENE I. On board PERICLES' Ship, off Mitylene. 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?
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 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,
Resolve you.

Lys. Hail, reverend sir! the gods preserve you!
Hel. And you, sir, to

And die as I would do.

Lys.

outlive the age I am,

You wish me well.

Being on shore, honoring 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;

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken
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.

Hel. Behold him, sir. [PERICLES discovered.] This was a goodly person,

Till the disaster, that, one mortal night,

Drove him to this.

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.

Lys.
'Tis well bethought.
She, questionless, with her sweet harmony
And other choice attractions, would allure,

And make a battery through his deafened parts,
Which now are midway stopped.

She is all happy as the fairest of all,

And, with her fellow maids, is now upon
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 kindness
We have stretched 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.

O sir, a courtesy,

Lys.
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.

But see, I am prevented.

Sit, sir, I will recount it.

Enter, from the barge, Lord, MARINA, and a Young Lady.

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!

Is't not a goodly presence?

Hel.

A gallant lady.

Lys. She's such, that were I well assured she came
Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish
No better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient
If that thy prosperous artificial feat
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

Mar.

Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided none but I and my companion
Be suffered to come near him.

I am a maid,

Mar.
My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gazed on, like a comet.
She speaks,
My lord, that, may be, hath endured a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weighed.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors

Who stood equivalent with mighty kings;
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward 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.
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 parentage,
You would not do me violence.

Per.

I do think so.

[Aside.

I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.—
You are like something that-What countrywoman?
Here of these shores?

Mar.

No, nor of any shores;

Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am

No other than I appear.

Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.

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-voiced; her eyes as jewel-like,

And eased as richly; in pace another Juno;

Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry, The more she gives them speech.-Where do you live? Mar. Where I am but a stranger; from the deck You may discern the place.

Per.

Where were you bred?
And how achieved you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?

Mar. 'Twould seem like lies disdained in the reporting. Per. Pr'ythee, speak.

Should I tell my history,

Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st
Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace

For the crowned 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 loved indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back,
(Which was when I perceived thee,) that thou cam'st
From good descending?

Mar.

So indeed I did.

Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou hadst been tossed from wrong to injury,

And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine, If both were opened.

Mar.

Some such thing, indeed,

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

Per.

Tell thy story;

If thine considered, prove the thousandth part

Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
Have suffered like a girl; yet thou dost look
Like Patience, gazing on kings' 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.

O, I am mocked,

Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.
Per.
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.

Mar.

Or here I'll cease.

Vol. IV.-20

Patience, good sir,