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And not to be a rebel to her state;
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.

Sim. No!
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you?

Thai. Why, sir, say if you had,
Who takes offence at that would make me glad?

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so perémptory?I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside. I'll

tame you; I'll bring you in subjection.Will you, not having my consent, bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger ?

(Who, for aught I know to the contrary, Or think, may be as great in blood as I.)

[ Aside. Hear therefore, mistress; frame your will to

mine, And you, sir, hear you. Either be ruld by me, Or I will make you-man and wife.Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it

too.And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy ;And for a further grief,—God give you joy! What, are you both pleas'd ?

Thai. Yes, if you love me, sir. Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What, are you both agreed ? Both. Yes, 'please your majesty. Sim. It pleaseth me so well, i'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed.




Enter GOWER.
Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;
No din but snores, the house about,
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Of this most pompous marriage feast.
The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole ;
And crickets sing at th’oven's mouth,
As the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded ;-Be attent,
And time that is so briefly spent,

your fine fancies quaintly eche ; What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.

Dumb show. Enter PERICIEs and SIMONIDES at one door,

with Attendants ; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives Pericles a letter. PERICLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter Thaisa with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughter the letter ; she rejoices : she and PERICLES take leave of her Father, and depart. Then Simonides, &c. retire.

Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch, Of Pericles the careful search By the four opposing coignes, Which the world together joins, Is made with all due diligence, That horse, and sail, and high expence, Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre (Fame answering the most strong inquire,) To the court of king Simonides Are letters brought, the tenour these :

Antiochus and his daughter's dead;
The men of Tyrus, on the head
Of Helicanus would set on
The crown of Tyre, but he will none :
The mutiny there he hastes t'appease;
Says to them, if king Pericles
Come not, in twice six moons, home,
He, obedient to their doom,
Will take the crown. The sum of this,
Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Y-ravished the regions round,
And every one with claps, 'gan sound,
Our heir apparent is a king :
Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?"
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre :

queen with child makes her desire
(Which who shall cross ?) along to go ;
(Omit we all their dole and woe ;)
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow ; half the flood
Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood!
Varies again ; the grizzled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth,
That, as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives,
The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near!
Doth fall in travail with her fear :
And what ensues in this fell storm,
Shall, for itself, itself perform.
I nill relate, action may
Conveniently the rest convey:
Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination hold
This stage, the ship, upon whose deck
The sea-tost prince appears to speak.


these surges,


Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, SCENE I.

I would, it would be quiet.

1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt dot, Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea.

wilt thou ? Blow and split thyself.

2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke billow kiss the moon, I care not.

1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard ; the Which wash both heaven and hell ; and thou, sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not that hast

lie till the ship be cleared of the dead. Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Per. That's your superstition. Having call’d them from the deep ! O, still thy 1 Sail. Pardon us, sir ; with us at sea it still deaf"ning,

hath been observed ; and we are strong in earThy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nest. Therefore briefly yield her ; for she must nimble,

overboard straight. Sulphureous flashes !-0 how, Lychorida, Per. Be it as you think meet.—Most wretchHow does my queen ? - Thou storm, thou ! ve- ed queen! nomously

Lyc. Here she lies, sir. Wilt thou spit all thyself ?--The seaman's Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my

whistle Is as a whisper in the ears of death,

No light, nó fire: the unfriendly elements Unheard.-Lychorida !-Lucina, O

Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight To those that cry by night, convey thy deity Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ocze; Aboard our dancing boat ; make swift the pangs Where, for a monument upon thy bones, Of my queen's travails !—Now, Lychorida- And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale,

And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.

Lying with simple shells. Lychorida, Lyc. Here is a thing

Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper, Too young for such a place, who, if it had My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander Conceit, would die as I am like to do.

Bring me the sattin coffer: lay the babe Take in your arms this piece of your dead queen. Upon the pillow; hie thee, whiles I say Per. How ! how, Lychorida!

A priestly farewell to her : suddenly, woman. Lyc. Patience, good sir; do not assist the

[Erit Lychorida. storm.

2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest bencath the Here's all that is left living of your queen, hatches, caulk'd and bitumed ready. A little daughter; for the sake of it,

Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coas: Be manly, and take comfort.

is this? Per. O you gods!

2 Sail. We are near Tharsus. Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, Per. Thither, gentle mariner, And snatch them straight away? We, here be- Alter thy course for Tyre. When can'st thou low,

reach it? Recall not what we give, and therein may 2 Suil. By break of day, if the wind cease. Vie honour with yourselves.

Per. O make for Tharsus. Lyc. Patience, good sir,

There will I visit Cleon, for the babe Even for this charge.

Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there 111 leave it Per. Now, mild may be thy life!

At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariFor a more blust'rous birth had never babe:

ner ; Quiet and gentle thy conditions !

I'll bring the body presently. For thou’rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world, That e'er was prince's child. Happy what fol- SCENE II.—Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's lows !

house. Thou hast as chiding a nativity, As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make,

Enier CERIMON, a Serrant, and some Persus To herald thee from the womb: even at the first

who have been shipuruihu. Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit, Cer. Philemon, ho! With all thou canst find here. Now the good gods

Enter PHILEMON. Throw their best eyes upon it!

Phil. Doth my lord call?

Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men: Enter two Sailors.

It hath been a turbulent and stormy night. 1 Sail. What courage, sir ? God save you. Serv. I have been in many; but such a night

Per. Courage enough : I do not fear the Haw; as this,
It hath done to me the worst. Yet, tor the love | Till now, I neer endur'd.


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Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return; Cer. Set it down, let's look on it.
There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothe- Cer. Whate'er it be,

'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; And tell me how it works. [To Philemon. If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,

[Exeunt Philemon, Servant, and those who It is a good constraint of fortune, that had been shipwrecked.

It belches upon us.

2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord. Enter two Gentlemen.

Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!1 Gen. Good morrow, sir.

Did the sea cast it up? 2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, Cer. Gentlemen,

As toss'd it upon shore. Why do you stir so early?

Cer. Come, wrench it open ; i Gent. Sir,

Soft, soft!-it smells most sweetly in my sense. Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea, 2 Gent. A delicate odour. Shook, as the earth did quake;

Cer. As ever hit my nostril ; 80,-up with it. The very principals did seem to rend,

O you most potent god! what's here? a corse ! And all to topple; pure surprise and fear

i Gent. Most strange! Made me to quit the house.

Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so entreasur'd early;

With bags of spices full ! A passport too! 'Tis not our husbandry.

Apollo, perfect me i'the characters! Cer. O, you say well.

[Unfolds a scroll. i Gent. But I'much marvel that your lordship, having

Here I give to understand, [Reads. Rich tire about you, should at these early hours (If e'er this coffin drive a-land) Shake off the golden slumber of repose.

1, king Pericles, have lost It is most strange,

This queen, worth all our mundane cost. Nature should be so conversant with pain,

Who finds her, give her burying, Being thereto not compell’d.

She was the daughter of a king :
Cer. I held it ever,

Besides this treasure for a fee,
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater The gods requite his charity!
Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend; If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart,
But immortality attends the former,

That even cracks for woe!—This chanc'd toMaking a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever

night. Have studied physic, through which secret art, 2 Gent. Most likely, sir. By turning o'er authorities, I have

Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; (Together with my practice,) made familiar For look, how fresh she looks !—They were too To me and to my aid, the blest infusions

rough, That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones; That threw her in the sea. Make fire within ; And I can speak of the disturbances

Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. That nature works, and of her cures ; which Death may usurp on nature many hours, give me

And yet the fire of life kindle again A more content in course of true delight

The overpressed spirits. I have heard Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead, Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

By good appliance was recovered. To please the fool and death. 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. pour'd forth

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves The rough and woful music that we have,
Your creatures, who by you have been restor’d: Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.
And not your knowledge, personal pain, but even The vial once more :—How thou stirr'st, thou
Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon block !
Such strong renown as time shall never- The music there.--I pray you, give her air :-

Enter two Servants, with a chest.

will live: nature awakes; a warmth Serv. So; lift there.

Breathes out of her ; she hath not been enCer. What is that?

tranc'd Serv. Sir, even now

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest; Into life's flower again! Tis of some wreck.

1 Gent. The heavens, sir,

This queen

Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Your fame for ever.

Should therein make me vile, the common body, Cer. She is alive ; behold,

By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty:
Her eye-lids, cases to those heavenly jewels But if to that my nature need a spur,
Which Pericles hath lost,

The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; To the end of generation !
The diamonds of a most praised water

Per. I believe you;
Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, Your honour and your goodness teach' me credit,
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair crea- Without your vows. Till she be married, ma-

dam, Rare as you seem to be!

[She moves. By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Thai. O dear Diana,

Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Where am I? Where's my lord? What world Though I show will in't. So I take my leave. is this?

Good madam, make me blessed in your care 2 Gent. Is not this strange?

In bringing up my child. 1 Gent. Most rare.

Dion. I have one myself, Cer. Hush, gentle neighbours;

Who shall not be more dear to my respect, Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear Than yours, my lord. her.

Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers. Get linen ; now this matter must be look'd to, Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come;

o'the shore; And Æsculapius guide us !

Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and [Exeunt, carrying Thaisa away. The gentlest winds of heaven.

Per. I will embrace SCENE III.-Tharsus. A room in Cleon's Your offer. Come, dear’st madam.-0, no tears, house.

Lychorida, no tears:

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, Lycho

You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord. RIDA, and MARINA.

Eseunt. Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;

SCENE IV.-Ephesus. A room in CERIMON'S My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands

house. In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods

Enter CERIMON and THAISA. Make up the rest upon you!

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt jewels, you mortally,

Lay with you in your coffer: which are now Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

At your command. Know you the character? Dion. O your sweet queen!

Thai. It is my lord's. That the strict fates had pleas’d you had brought That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, her hither,

Even on my yearning time; but whether there To have bless'd mine eyes !

Delivered or no, by the holy gods, Per. We cannot but obey

I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, The powers above us. Could I rage and roar My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end A vestal livery will I take me to, Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom And never more have joy. For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so,) here Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, I charge your charity withal, and leave her Diana's temple is not distant far, The infant of your care; beseeching you Where you may 'bide until your date expire. To give her princely training, that she may be Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine Manner'd as she is born.

Shall there attend you. Cle. Fear not, my lord :

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. (For which the people's prayers still fall upon

(Ereunt. you,)



Enter GOWER.

SCENE I.-Tharsus. An open place near the Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,

sea-shore. Welcom'd to his own desire. His woeful queen leave at Ephess,

Enter Dionyza, and LEONINE. To Dian there a votaress.

Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn Now to Marina bend your mind,

to do it: Whom our fast growing scene must find 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so soon, In music, letters; who hath gain'd

To yield thee so much profit. Let not conOf education all the grace,

science, Which makes her both the heart and place Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom, Of general wonder. But alack !

Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which That monster envy, oft the wrack

Even women have cast off, melt thee, but bu Of earned praise, Marina's life

A soldier to thy purpose. Seeks to take off by treason's knife.

Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creaAnd in this kind hath our Cleon

ture. One daughter, and a wench full grown,

Dion. The fitter then the gods should have Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid

her. Here Hight Philoten: and it is said

Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. For certain in our story, she

Thou art resolv’d?
Would ever with Marina be ;

Leon. I am resoly'd.
Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
With fingers, long, small, white as milk;

Enter MARINA, with it basket of flowers.
Or when she would with sharp neeld wound Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed,
The cambric, which she made more sound To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows,
By hurting it, or when to the lute

She sung, and made the night-bird mute, The purple violets, and marigolds,
That still records with moan; or when Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,
She would with rich and constant pen

While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Vail to her mistress Dian; still

Born in a tempest, when my mother died, This Philoten contends in skill

This world to me is like a lasting storm, With absolute Marina : so

Whirring me from my friends. With the dove of Paphos might the crow Dion. How now, Marina ! why do you keep Vie feathers white. Marina gets

alone? All praises, which are paid as debts,

How chance my daughter is not with you? Do And not as given. This so darks

not In Philoten all graceful marks,

Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,

A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's A present murderer does prepare

chang'a For good Marina, that her daughter

With this unprofitable woe! Come, come ; Might stand peerless by this slaughter. Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar The sooner her vile thoughts to steed,

it. Lychorida, our nurse, is dead ;

Walk forth with Leonine: the air is quick there, And cursed Dionyza hath

Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come;The pregnant instrument of wrath

Leonine, take her by the arın, walk with her. Prest for this blow. The unborn event

Mar. No, I pray you; I do commend to your content:

I'll not bereave you of your servant. Only I carry winged time

Lion. Come, come; Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;

I love the king your father, and yourself, Which never could I so convey,

With more than foreign heart. We every day Unless your thoughts went on my way.- Expect him here: when he shall come and find Dionyza does appear,

Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, With Leonine, a murderer,

[Exit. \ He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; VOL, II.

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