L Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile! You have, Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home! Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must: for goes Boult. 'Faith, some do, and some do not. But, Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I 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, she meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report. Boult. 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! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, Cle. Thou art like the harpy, Tharsus. Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't; Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, SCENE IV.- Tharsus. A room in CLEON's house. Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Dion. I think You'll turn a child again. Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, She died by night; I'll say so. Who can cross it? Cle. O, go to! Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Dion. Be one of those, that think The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, To think of what a noble strain you are, Cle. To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added, Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow Dion. Be it so then! To use one language, in each several clime, yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, on, 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 DIONYA 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'ershow er'd, Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears [Reads the inscription on Marina's monument. Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the less than it gives a good report to a number to be earth; Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, Make raging battery upon shores of flint. By lady fortune; while our scenes display [Exit. SCENE V.- Mitylene. A street before the brothel. 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? chaste. Enter MARINA. Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair creature? Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, there's for you; - leave us! Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done presently. Lys. I beseech you, do! Bawd. First, I would have you note, that this is an honourable man. [To Marina, whom she takes aside. Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him. Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to. Mar. If he govern this country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not. Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? he will line your with gold. apron 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-lar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully 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, for ever. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth 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 her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her. her Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests. Pand. Now, the pox upon her green sickness for me! Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, disguised. Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter LYSIMACHUS. receive. dóne? Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her together. [Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boult. Lys. Go thy ways! Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade? Mar. What trade, sir? Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it. Lys. How long have you been of this profession? Mar. Ever since I can remember. Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a gamester at five, or at seven? Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims you to be a creature of sale. Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you ure of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place. Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am? Mar. Who is my principal? Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard Lys. How now? how a dozen of virginities? something of my power, and so stand aloof for more Bawd. Now, the gods to bless your honour! Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, whole- upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. some iniquity? Have you that a man may deal with-Come, come! al, and defy the surgeon? Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would but there never came her like in Mitylene. Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st Lys. What, pr'ythee? Boult. O, sir, I can be modest. Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no Lys. I did not think 90* Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou | Is liable; thy very food is such could'st. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee: would you? where a man may serve seven years for Perséver still in that clear way thou goest, That I came with no ill intent; for to me I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.- A curse upon him, die he like a thief, the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from If that thy master would gain aught by me, Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me! But for this virgin that doth prop it up, Re-enter Bawd. Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, I Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? Mar. But, amongst honest women? A CT V. [Exeunt. Gow. Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and chances Into a honest house, our story says. Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink, She sings like one immortal, and she dances afore the face of the gods. 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: Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy plea-That pupils lacks she none of noble race, sure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable. 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 snow-ball; saying his prayers too. 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 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 dear. Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first. Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain There is some of worth would come aboard: I pray The lady that I sent for. -Welcome, fair one! you To greet them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two Sailors de- This is the man that can, in aught you would, Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, I made to it, to know you whence you are. Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; Is't not a goodly presence? Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she came Mar. Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Lys. Come, let us leave her, And the gods make her prosperous: [Marina sings. Mar. No, nor look'd on us. Lys. See, she will speak to him. A man, who for this three months hath not spoken Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear! To any one, nor taken sustenance, But to prorogue his grief. Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature? But the main grief of all springs from the loss 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. Per. Hum! ha! Mar. I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, Hel. Behold him, sir! [Pericles discovered.] this Bound me in servitude.- I will desist; was a goodly person, Till the disaster, that, one mortal night, Drove him to this. But there is something glows upon my cheek, Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Per. My fortunes- parentage-good parentageHail, 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 pray you, turn your eyes again upon me. You are like something that-What country woman? Mar. No, nor of any shores: Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping. Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; [He whispers one of the attendant Lords. That for our gold we may provision have, Lys. O, sir, a courtesy, Which if we should deny, the most just God Falseness cannot come from thee, for thon look'st |You think me an impostor: no, good faith; For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee, To points that seem impossible: for thou look'st Mar. So indeed I did. Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Mar. Some such thing indeed I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Per. Tell thy story; If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part Per. 0, I am mock'd, And thou by some incensed god sent hither Mar. Patience, good sir, Or here I'll cease. Per. Nay, I'll be patient; Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, Mar. The name Marina, Was given me by one that had some power; Per. How! a king's daughter? And call'd Marina? Mar. You said you would believe me; But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. Per. But are you flesh and blood? Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? I am the daughter to king Pericles, No motion?-Well; speak on! Where were you born? Mar. Call'd Marina, For I was born at sea. Per. At sea! thy mother? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Per. O, stop there a little! This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor, Hel. I know not; but Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene, Lys. She would never tell Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir! What is your title? Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now And another life to Pericles thy father. Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise! thou art my child! Per. I embrace you, sir! Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding, where Per. None? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I did Per. I will believe you by the syllable Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave! Marina! The music of the spheres: list, my Per. Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear? Lys. Music? my lord, I hear- It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber [The curtain before the pavilion of Pericles So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends, is closed. If this but answer to my just belief, [Exeunt Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina and attendant Lady. |