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Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this? Your creatures, who by you have been restor’d: 2 Sail. We are near Tharsus.

And not your knowledge, personal pain, but even Per. Thither, gentle mariner,

(it? Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon Alter thy course for Tyre. When can’st thou reach Such strong renown as time shall never

2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. Per. O make for Tharsus.

Enter Two Servants, with a chest. There will I visit Cleon, for the babe

Serv. So; lift there. Cannot hold out to Tyrus : there I'll leave it


What is that? At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner ? Serv.

Sir, even now I'll bring the body presently.

[Exeunt. Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest ;

'Tis of some wreck. SCENE II.-Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's


Set't down, let's look on it.

2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.

Whate'er it be, Enter Cerimon, a Servant, and some persons who 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; have been shipwrecked.

If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold, Cer. Philemon, ho!

It is a good constraint of fortune, that

It belches upon us.
Enter PhilEMON.

2 Gent.

'Tis so, my lord.

Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!-
Phil. Doth my lord call ?

Did the sea cast it up?
Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men :
It has been a turbulent and stormy night. (this,

Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as

As toss'd it upon shore.

Come, wrench it open ; Till now, I ne'er endur'd.

Soft, soft!-it smells most sweetly in my sense. Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return;

2 Gent. A delicate odour. There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, O you most potent gods! What's here? a corse !

Cer. As ever hit my nostril ; so,-up with it. And tell me how it works.


i Gent. Most strange! (Exeunt PHILEMON, Servant, and those

Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm'd and en. who had been shipwrecked.

treasur'd Enter Tuo Gentlemen.

With bags of spices full! A passport tuo!

A pollo, perfect me i'the characters ! 1 Gent. Good morrow, sir.

(Unfolds a scroll. 2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Cer.

Here I give to understand,

(Reads. Why do you stir so early ?

(If e'er this coffin drive-a-land,) I Gent. Sir,

I, king Pericles, have lost Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,

This queen, worth all our mundane cost. Shook, as the earth did quake;

Who finds her, give her burying, The very principals did seem to rend,

She was the dauyhter of a king :

Besides this treasure for a fee,
And all to topple; pure surprize and fear
Made me to quit the house.

The gods requite his charity!
2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; | If thou liv’st, Pericles, thou hast a heart
'Tis not our husbandry.

That even cracks for woe !—This chane'd to-night. Cer. O, you say well.

2 Gent. Most likely, sir. i Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, Cer.

Nay, certainly to-night; having

For look, how fresh she looks!—They were too Rich tire about you, should at these early hours

rough, Shake off the golden slumber of repose.

That threw her in the sea. Make fire within; It is most strange,

Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. Nature should be so conversant with pain,

Death may usurp on nature many hours, Being thereto not compell’d.

And yet the fire of life kindle again Cer.

I held it ever,

The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs

By good appliance was recovered.
May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,

Enter a Servant, with bores, napkins, and fire. Making a man'a god. 'Tis known, I ever

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.Have studied physick, through which secret art, The rough and woful musick that we have, By turning o'er authorities, I have

Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. (Together with my practice,) made familiar The vial once more ;-How thou stirrist, thou block! To me and to my aid, the blest infusions

The musick there.--I pray you, give her air:That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones ;

Gentlemen, And I can speak of the disturbances

This queen will live : nature awakes; a warmth That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranc'd A more content in course of true delight

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,

Into life's flower again! Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

1 Gent.

The heavens, sii, To please the fool and death.

(forth Through you, increase our wonder, and set up 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd Your fame for ever. Your cbarity, and hundreds call themselves


She is alive; behold,

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
Which Pericles hath lost,

You may depend hereafter.-Come, my lord. Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;

(Ereunt. The diamonds of a most praised water Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, SCENE IV.-Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,

House. Rare as you seem to be!

(She moves.

Enter CERIMON and Thaisa.

O dear Diana,
Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, this?

Lay with you in your coffer: which are now 2 Gent. Is not this strange ?

At your command. Know you the character ? 1 Gent. Most rare.

Thai. It is my lord's. Cer.

Hush, gentle neighbours; That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, . Lend me your hands : to the next chamber bear her. Even on my yearning time; but whether there Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to,

Deliver'd or no, by the holy gods, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, coine;

I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, And Æsculapius guide us !

My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, [Eceunt, carrying Thaisa away.

A vestal livery will I take me to,

And never more have joy. SCENE III.-Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak

Diana's temple is not distant far,
Enter Pericles, Cleon, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, Where you may 'bide until your date expire

Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; Shall there attend you.
My twelve months are expir’d, and Tyrus stands

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all ; In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods

[Ewruns Make up the rest upon you ! Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you

mortally, Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

ACT IV. Dion.

O your sweet queen! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her

Enter Gower.
To have bless'd mine eyes!

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
We cannot but obey

Welcom'd to his own desire.
The powers above us. Could I rage and roar

His woful queen leave at Ephess, As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end

To Dian there a votaress.
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom

Now to Marina bend your mind,
For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so,) here Whom our fast growing scene must fiud
I charge your charity with al, and leave her

At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
The infant of your care; beseeching you

In musick, letters; who hath gain'd To give her princely training, that she may be

of education all the grace, Manner'd as she is born.

Which makes her both the heart and place
Fear not, my lord :

Of general wonder. But alack !
Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, That monster envy, oft tbe wrack
(For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,) Of earned praise, Marina's life
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
Should therein make me vile, the common body, And in this kind hath our Cleon
By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty:

One daughter, and a wench full grown,
But if to that my nature need a spur,

Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid The gods revenge it upon me and mine,

Hight Philoten: and it is said
To the end of generation !

For certain in our story, she
I believe you ;

Would ever with Marina be :
Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
Without your vows. Till she le married, madam, With fingers, long, small, white as milk;
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,

Or when she would with sharp neeld wound Uncissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,

The cambrick, which she made more sound Though I show will in't. So I take my leave.

By hurting it; or when to the lute Good madam, make me blessed in your care

She sung, and made the night-bird mute, In bringing up my child.

That still records with moan; or when
I have one myself,

She would with rich and constant pen
Who shall not be more dear to my respect,

Vail to her mistress Dian; still
Than yours, my lord.

This Philoten contends in skill
Madam, my thanks and prayers.

With absolute Marina: 80 Cle We'll bring your grace even to the edge With the dove of Paphos might the crow o'the shore;

Vie feathers white. Marina gets Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and

All praises, which are paid as debts,
The gentlest winds of heaven.

And not as given. This so darks
I will embrace

In Philoten all graceful marks,
Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-0, no tears,

That Cleon's wife, with envy rare, Lychorida, no tears :

A present murderer does prepare

I er.

For good Marina, that her daughter


i warrant you, madam. Might stand peerless by this slaughter.

Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a wbile ; The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood : Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;

What! I must have a care of you. and cursed Dionyza bath


Thanks, sweet madam.The pregnant instrument of wrath

(Erit DionyZA. Prest for this blow. The unborn event Is this wind westerly that blows ? 1 do commend to your content:


South-west. Only I carry winged time

Mar. When I was born, the wind was north Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;


Was't so! Which never could I so convey,

Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, Unless your thoughts went on my way.-- But cry'd good seamen! to the sailors, galling Dionyza does appear,

His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes ;, With Leonine, a murderer.

[Erit. And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea tackle

That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder. SCENE I.-Tharsus. An open Place, near the Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, Sea-shore.

Wilt out ? and, with a dropping industry,

They skip from stem to stern : the boatswain whistles, Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.

The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to Leon. And when was this? do it:


It was when I was born 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Never was waves nor wind more violent. Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so soon, Leon, Come, say your prayers speedily. To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, Mar.

What mean you? Which is but cold, infiame love in thy bosom, Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, Io tame too nicely; nor let pity, which

I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious, Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn A soldier to thy purpose.

To do my work with haste. Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Mar.

Why will you kill me? Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. Leon. To satisfy my lady. Here

Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?
Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
Thou art resolv'd ?

I never did her hurt in all my life;
I am resolvid.

I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn

To any living creature: believe me, la,
Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers. I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, I trod upon a worm against my will,
To strew thy green with flowers : the yellows, blues, But I wept for it. How have I offended,
The purp!e violets, and marigolds,

Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,

My life imply her danger ? While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Leon,

My commission Born in a tempest, when my mother died,

Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. This world to ine is like a lasting storm,

Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Whirring me from my friends.

You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow
Lion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not When you caught hurı in parting two that fought :
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now :
A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd Your lady seeks my life; come you between,
With this unprofitable woe! Come, come ; And save poor me, the weaker
Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it. Leon.

I am sworn,
Walk forth with Leonine: the air is quick there, And will despatch.
Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come;-
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling. Mar. No, I pray you ;

| Pirate Hold, villain ! (LEONINE runs away I'll not bereave you of your servant.

2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! Dion.

Come, come; 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, balf-part. Come, let's I love the king your father, and yourself,

gave her aboard suddenly. With more than foreign heart. We every day,

[Exeunt Pirates with MARINA, Expect him here: when he shall come, and find Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted,

SCENE II.- The same.
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en

Re-enter LEONINE.
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,

Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve

Valdes; That excellent complexion, which did steal And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go : The eyes of young and old. Care not for me ; There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead I can go home alone.

And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further: Mar. Well, I will go ;

Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, But yet I have no desire to it.

Not carry her abroad. If she remain, Dim. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Whom they have ravish’d, must by me be slain. Esit Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least Rememher what I have said.

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(He should have struck, not spoke;) or that these SCENE III.-Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel.


(Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

'Thrown me, to seek my mother! Pand. Boult.

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one ? Boult. Sir.

Mar. That I am pretty. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you. full of gallants. We lost too much money this

Mar. I accuse them not. mart, by being too wenchless.

Bawd. You are lit into any hands, where you are Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. like to live. We have but poor three, and they can do no more

Mar. The more my fault, than they can do; and with continual action are To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. even as good as rotten.

Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er Mar. No. we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentle. be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper.

men of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall Bawd. Thou say'st true; 'tis not the bringing up have the difference of all complexions. What! do of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up some you stop your ears? eleven

Mar. Are you a woman ? Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not again. But shall I search the inarket ?

woman? Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so piti- Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall fully sodden.

have something to do with you. Come, you are a Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwhole- young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I some o'couscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, would have you. that lay with the little baggage.

Mar. The gods defend me! Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, roast meat for worms:—but I'll go search the market. then men must comfort you, men must feed you,

(Exit Boult. men must stir you up.--Boult's returned. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over.

Enter Boult. Barol. Why, to give over, I pray you ? is it a Now, sir, hast thou cried ber through the market? shame to get when we are old ?

Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the com- her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. modity; nor the commodity wages not with the Bawd. And I pr’ythee tell me, how dost thou danger; therefore, if in our youths we could pick find the inclination of the people, especially of the up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our younger sort? door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over. have hearkened to their father's testament. There

Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to

Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we bed to her very description. offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade;

Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with it's no calling :-but here comes Boult.

his best ruff on.

Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you Enter the Pirates and Boult, dragging in Marina. know the French knight that cowers i'the natus?

Boult. Come your ways. [To Marina.)-My Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ? masters, you say she's a virgin ?

Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the pro1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.

clamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece, would see her to-morrow. you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his my earnest.

disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know, Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities ?

he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has in the sun. excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, of qualities can make her be refused.

we shall lodge them with this sign. Bawd. What's her price, Boult ?

Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must pieces.

seem to do that fearfully, which you commit wilPand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall lingly; to despise profit, where you have most gain. have your money presently. Wife, take her in; in- To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your struct her what she has to do, that she may not be lovers: Seldom, but that pity begets you a good raw in her entertainment.

opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. (E.reunt Pander and Pirates. Mar. I understand you not. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the co- Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home : lour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with war- these blushes of hers must be quenched with some rant of her virginity: and cry, He that will give present practice. wst, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must no cheap thiug, if men were as they have been. for your bride goes to that with shame, which her Get this done as I command you.

way to go by warrant. Boult. Performance shall follow. (Erit Boult. Bouli. 'Faith, some do, and some do not. Rut, Mør. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! | mistress, if I have bargain’d for the joint,

Bawd. Thou may’st cut a morsel off the spit. What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
Boult. I may so.

And even yet we mourn: her monument
Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
I like the manner of your garments well.

In glittering golden characters express Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed A general praise to her, and care in us yet.

At whose expense 'tis done. Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: re- Cle.

Thou art like the harpy, port what a sojourner we have : you'll lose nothing which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, by custom. When nature framed this piece, she Seize with an eagle's talons. meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a para- Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously gon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies; own report.

But yet I know you'll do as I advise. (Eseunt. Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her Enter Gower, before the monument of Marina at beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home

Tharsus. some to-night. Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.

Gou. Thus tiine we waste, and longest leagues Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep,

make short : Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.

Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but fort; Diana, aid my purpose!

Making, (to take your imagination,) Bawd. What have we to do with Diana ? Pray

From bourn to bourn, region to region. you, will you go with us ?


By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime

To use one language, in each several clime, SCENE IV.-Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House.

Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you

(you Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.

To learn of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach

The stages of our story. Pericles
Dion. Why, are you foolish ? Can it be undone ?
Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter

Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!

(Attended on by many a lord and knight,)

To see his daughter, all his life's delight. Dion.

I think You'll turn a child again.

Old Escanes, whom Helicapus late Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world,

Advanc'd in time to great and high estate, I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,

Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind, Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess

Old Helicanus goes along behind. To equal any single crown o’the earth,

Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds bare

brought I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, Whom thou hast poison'd too!

This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought; If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness

So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow Becoming well thy feat : what canst thou say,

on,) When noble Pericles shall demand his child?

To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone, Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,

Like motes and shadows see them more awhile; To foster it, nor ever to preserve.

Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
She died by night; I'll say so. Who can cross it?

Dumb show,
Unless you play the impious innocent,
And for an honest attribute, cry out,

Enter at one door, PERICLES with his Train ; Cheon She died by foul play.

and DIONYZA, at the other. Cleon shows PECle. O, go to. Well, well,

RICLES the tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods

makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a Do like this worst.

mighty passion departs. Then CLEON and DioDion. Be one of those, that think

NYZA retire. The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,

Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! And open this to Pericles. I do shame

This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; To think of what a noble strain you are,

And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, And of how cow'd a spirit.

With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er. Cle. To such proceeding

show'r'd, Who ever but his approbation added,

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow

Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs; From honourable courses.

He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears Dion. Be it so then :

A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.

The epitaph is for Marina writ She did disdain my child, and stood between

By wicked Dionyza. Her and her fortunes: None would look on her, (Reads the inscription on MARINA's monument. But cast their gazes on Marina's face;

The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,

Whn wither'd in her spring of year. Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough ; She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter, And though you call my course unnatural,

On whom foul death huth made this slaughter ; You not your child well loving, yet I find,

Marina was she call'd; and at her birth, It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness,

Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the Perform'd to your sole daughter.

earth, Cle.

Heavens forgive it! Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'er flow'd, Dion. And as for Pericles,

Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestore'd.

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