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That never relish'd of a base descent.
Antiochus and his daughter's dead; I came unto your court, for honour's cause,
The men of Tyrus, on the head And not to be a rebel to her state;
Of Helicanus would set on And he that otherwise accounts of me,
The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
The mutiny there he hastes t'appease;
Says to them, if king Pericles
He, obedient to their doom,
Will take the crown. Then sum of this,
Brought hither to Pentapolis, Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
Y-ravished the regions round,
And every one with claps, 'gan sounds
Our heir apparent is a king:
Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory? Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre :
(Which who'shall cross?) along to go; I'll bring you in subjection. –
(Omit we all their dole and woe;) Will you, not having my consent, bestow
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes, Your love and your affections on a stranger ?
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
That, as a duck for life that dives,
and down the poor ship drives,
Doth fall in travail with her fear :
And what ensues in this fell storm,
Shall, for itself, itself perform.
Conveniently the rest convey :
Which might not what by me is told.
[Exeunt. The sea-tost prince appears to speak. [Exit.
Enter Pericles, on a ship at sea.
Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these
surges, Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, thu
Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
Having call'd them from the deep! 0, still thy
deaf'ning, As the blither for their drouth.
Thy dreadful thuvders; gently quench thy nimble, Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Sulphureous Nashes! O how, Lychorida,
How does my queen ? Thou storm, thou! ve-
Wilt thou spit all thyself? – The seaman's whistle With your fine fancies quaintly eche;
Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
Unheard. — Lychorida! — Lucina, 0
Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.,
Per. How! how, Lychorida!
Lyc. Patience, good sir! do not assist the storm!
Here's all that is left living of your queen, -
A little daughter; for the sake of it,
Be manly, and take comfort.
Per. O you gods!
Why do you make as love your gooilly gifts,
Recall not what we give, and thereio may
Vie honour with yourselves.
Lyc. Patience, good sir,
That can recover him. Give this to the’pothecary, Even for this charge!
And tell me how it work.
(To Philemon. Per. Now, mild may be thy life!
(Exeunt Philemon , Servant, and those who For a more blustrous birth had never babe:
had been shipwrecked. Quiet and gentle thy conditions !
Enter two Gentlemen.
The very principals did seem to rend,
And all to topple; pure snrprise and fear
1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, 1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt having thon? Blow and split thyself.
Rich tire about yon, should at these early hours 2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and clondy Shake of the golden slumber of repose. billow kiss the moon, I care not.
It is most strauge, 1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard; the sea Nature should be so conversant with pain, works highi, the wind is loud, and will not lie till Being thereto not compell’d. the ship be cleared of the dead.
Cer. I held it ever, Per. That's your superstition.
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater,
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
By turning o'er authorities, I have
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones; To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight And I can speak of the disturbances Must cast thee, scarcely cottin'd, in the ooze; That nature works, and of her cures; which gire me Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
A more content in course of true delight, And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale, Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Or tie my treasure itp in silken bags, Lying with simple shells. Lychorida,
To please the fool and death. Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper, 2 Gent. Your honour has throngh Ephesus poud My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
forth Bring me the sattin coffer: Jay the babe
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Upon the pillow; hie thee, whiles I say
Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd: A priestly farewell to her! suddenly, woman! And pot your knowledge, personal pain, but even
[Exit Lychorida. Your porse, still open, hath built Jord Cerimod 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, Such strong renown as time shall never caulk'd and bitumed ready.
Enter two Servants, with a chest. Per. I thank thee! Mariner, say what coast is this? Serv. So; lift there! 2 Sail. We are near Tharsus.
Cer. What is that?
Serv. Sir, even now
Cer. Set it down, let's look on it!
2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir !
[Exeunt. If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd' with gold,
It is a good constraint of fortune, that
Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd add bitum'd! -
Did the sea cast it ap?
Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sír,
As toss'd it upon shore.
Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this, 2 Gent. A delicate odour,
Cer. As ever hit my nostril; 50,- up with it
O you most potent god! what's here? a corse! There's nothing can be' minister'd to nature, 1 Gent. Most strauge!
Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm’d and entrea-¡To have bless'd mine eyes!
Per. We cannot but obey
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
[Unfolds a scroll. Must be as 'tis. My babe Mariua (whom Here I give to understand,
For she was born at sea, I have pam'd so,) here
[Reads. I charge your charity withal, and leave her
The infant of your care; beseeching you
To give her priocely training, that she may be queen,
worth all our mundune cost.
Manner'd as she is born.
Cle. Fear not, my lord!
Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,
(For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,)
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart,
Should therein make me vile, the common body,
But if to that my nature need a spur,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
Your honour and your goodness teach me credit,
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show will in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Than yours, my lord !
Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o'the
Your offer. Come, dear'st madam!-0, no tears, 1 Gent. The heavens, sir,
Lychorida, no tears!
You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord !
SCENE IV. Ephesus. A room in CeniMox's Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
Enter CERIMON and Traisa.
Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Lay with you in your coller: which are now
at your command. Know you the character ?
That I was shipp'd at sea, I will remember,
Even on my yearning time; but whether there
Delivered or no, by the holy gods,
I cannot rightly say. But since king Pericles,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy.
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may ’bide autil your date expire.
Shall there attend you.
Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all!
A CT IV.
Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd to his own desire.
To Dian there a votaress.
When you caught hurt in partiug two that fought:
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? Whom our fast growing scene must find
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'
Consume yonr blood with sorrowing: yon have In niasic, letters; who hath gaiu'd
A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd Of education all the grace,
With this unprofitable woe! Come, come! Which makes her both the heart and place Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it! Ol general wonder. But alack!
Walk forth with Leonine! the air is quick there, That monster envy, oft the wrack
Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. ComelOf earned praise, Marina's life
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her! $.$s to tale oll" 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! Lvca ripe for marriage fight; this maid
In love the king your father, and yonrself, Hight Philoten: and it is said
With more than foreigu heart. We every day For certain in our story, she
Espect him here: when he shall come and bod Would erer with Marina be;
Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
Ile will repent the breadth of his great royage ; With fingers, long, small, white as milk;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en Or when she would with sharp neeld wound No care to your best coarses. Go, I pray you ! The cambric, which she made more sound
Walk, and be cheerfol once agaia! reserve By hurting it; or when to the lute
That excellent complexion, which did steal She sung, and made the 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 po 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 might the croy
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 a while; And not as given. This so darks
Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood; In Philoten all graceful marks,
\liat! I must have a care of yon. That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
Mar. Thanks, sweet madam!
(E.xit Dionyud. A present murderer does prepare
Is this wind westerly that blows? For good Marina, that her daughter
Leon. South-west. Might stand peerless by this slanghter,
Mar. When I was born, the wiad was north. The sooner her vile thoughts to steed,
Leon. Was't so; Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, And cursed Dionyza hath
But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galliog The pregnaut instrument of wrath
Ilis kingly hands with hanling of the ropes; Prest for this blow. The unborn event
And, clasping to the mast, eudur'd a sea I do commend to your content:
That almost burst the deck and froru the ladder-tackle Only I carry winged time
Wasli'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, Which never conld I so convey,
They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, Unless your thoughts went on my way.
The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Dionyza does appear,
Leon. And when was this? With Leonine, a murderer.
[Exit Mar. It was, when I was born:
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily!
Mar. What mean you?
Leon. To satisfy my lady.
Now, as I can remember, by my trotli,
To any living creature: believe me, la, Thou art resolv'd ?
I never kill'd a mouse, nor hart a fly:
I trod upon a worm against my will,
Leon. My commission
Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreslo This world to me is like a lasting storm,
You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, Whirring me from my friends.
Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now. Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has Your lady seeks my life: come you between, excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity And save poor me, the weaker.
of qualities can make her be refused. Leon. I am sworn,
Bawd. What's her price, Boult? And will dispatch.
Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling, pieces. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain ! [Leonine runs away. Pand. Well, follow me, my masters! you shall have 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize!
your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct 8 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part! Come, let's her what she has to do, that she may not be raw have her aboard suddenly!
in her entertainment. [Exeunt Pirates with Marina.
[Exeunt Pander and Pirates.
Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the coSCENEII. - The same.
lour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warRe-enter LEONINE.
rant of her virginity; and cry, He thut will give Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were Valdes ;
no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go! this done as I command you. There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead, Boult. Performance shall follow. (Exit Poult. And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further; Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, (He should have struck, not spoke;) or that these Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
Thrown me to seek my mother!
Mar. That I am pretty.
Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you.
Mur. I accuse them not. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by like to live.. being too wenchless.
Mar. The more my fault Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. To ’scape his hands, where I was like to die. We have but poor three, and they can do no more, Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. than they can do; and with continual action are even Mar. No. as good as rotten.
Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall have we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be the difference of all complexions. What! do you used in every trade, we shall never prosper.
stop your ears? Bawd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up Mar. Are you a woman? of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up some Buwd. What would you have me be, an I be not a eleven
woman? Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. But shall I search the market?
Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong have something to do with you. Come, you are a young wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sod-foolish sapling,and must be bowed as I would have you. den.
Mar. The gods defend me! Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too anwholsome, Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that then men must comfort you, men must feed you, lay with the little baggage.
men must stir you up.
Enter BOULT. roast-made for worms:--but I'll go search the mar- Now, sir, hast thou cried her throngh the market ? ket.
[Exit Boult. Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. crép! pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou find
Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a shame the inclination of the people, especially of the youngto get when we are old ?
Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the commo Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would dity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger; have hearkened to their father's testament. There therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some was a Spaniard's month so watered, that he went to pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatch-bed to her very description. ed. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over. his best ruff on. Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you Pand. As well as we? ay, and better too; we offend know the French knight that cowers i'the hams? worse. Neither is our profession any trade;- it's! Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ? no calling :- but here comes Boult.
Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the proEnter the Pirates, and Boult, dragging in Marina. clamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he Boult. Come your ways! (To Marina.j
would see her to-morrow, My masters, you say she's a virgin ?
Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his dis1 Pirate, 0, sir, we doubt it not.
ease hither: here he does but repair it. I know,he Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece, will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my the sun.
Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?
we should lodge them with this sigo.