Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies;
But yet I know you 'll do as I advise. [Exeunt.
Enter Gower, before the Monument of MARINA at

Tharsus.
Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues

make short;
Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for 't;
Making, (to take your imagination)
From bourn to bourn, region to region.
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
To use one language, in each several clime,
Where our scenes seem to five. I do beseech you,
To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you
The stages of our story. Pericles
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
(Attended on by many a lord and knight)
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Advanc'd in time to great and high estate,
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
Old Helicanus goes along behind.
Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have

brought
This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought;
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,)
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
Like motes and shadows see them move awhile;
Your ears unto your eyes I 'll reconcile.

Dumb show.
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 Dionyza 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'er-

show'r'd,
Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears

Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza.
[Reads the inscription on MARINA's Monument.
The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,
Who wither'd in her Spring of year.
She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,
On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ;
Marina was she call d ; and at her birth,
Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the

earth:
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'er flow'd,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd :
Werefore she does, (and swears she'll never stint)
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No visor does become black villainy,
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
And bear his courses to be ordered
By lady fortune; while our scenes display
His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen. Exit.

SCENE V.
Mitylene. Street before the Brothel.

Enter, from the Brothel, Two Gentlemen. i Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.

| Gent. But to have divinity preached there ! did you ever dream of such a thing?

2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-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.

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SCENE VI.
The same.

A Room in the Brothel.
Enter Pandar, Bawd, and Boult.
Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her,
she had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fy, fy 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 för clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of 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. Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities? Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour! Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health.

Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity ? Have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon?

Bard. 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 say. Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well enough. Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.

Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, yuo shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but

Lys. What, pr'ythee?
Boult. 0, sir, I can be modest.
Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than

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it gives a good report to a number to be 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, this is an honourable man.

[To Mar. 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 the 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 apron with gold.

Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive. Lys. Have

you

done? 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, Pand. 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 are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.

Lys. Why, hath your principal made known to 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 something of my power, and so stand aloof for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. Come, come.

Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

Lys. How's this? how 's this ?-Some more ;-be sage.

Mar. For me,
That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome stie,
Where, since I came, diseases have been sold
Dearer than physick,_0 that the good gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i' the purer air!
Lys.

I did not think
Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou

could'st.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here 's gold for thee:
Perséver still in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!

Mar. The gods preserve you!
Lys.

For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewel. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.
Hold; here 's more gold for thee.
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,