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[Unfolds a scral.

That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, Cer.

Come, wrench it open;
And tell me how it works. [To PHILEMON. Soft, soft! - it smells most sweetly in my sense.
(Exount PAILEMON, Servant, and those who 2 Gent. A delicate odour.
had been shipwrecked.

Cer. As ever hit my nostril ; so, - up with it
Enter Two Gentleinen.

O you most potent gods! What's here? a corse!

i Gent. Most strange! i Gent.

Good morrow, sir. Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balu'd and 2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship.

entreasur'd Cer.

Gentlemen, With bags of spices full! A passport too!
Why do you stir so early ?

Apollo, perfect me i'the characters !
i Gent. Sir,
Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
Shook, as the earth did quake;

Here I give to understand,

(Reads. The very principals did seem to rend,

(If e'er this coffin drive a-land,) And all to topple;, pure surprize and fear

I, king Pericles, have lost Made me to quit the bouse.

This queen, worth all our mundane cost. 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so

Who finds her, give her burying, early;

She was the daughter of a king : 'Tis not our husbandry.

Besides this treasure for a fee,
Cer.
O, you say well.

The gods requite his charity !
1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart
having

That even cracks for woe! - This chane'd tem Rich tire about you, should at these early hours

night. Shake off the golden slumber of repose.

2 Gent. Most likely, sir. It is most strange,

Cer.

Nay, certainly to-right; Nature should be so conversant with pain, For look, how fresh she looks ! — They were too Being thereto not compellid.

rough, Cer.

I held it ever,

That threw her in the sea. Make fire within;
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs

Death may usurp on nature many hours,
May the two latter darken and expend;

And yet the fire of life kindle again But immortality attends the former,

The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever

Of an Egyptian, bad nine hours lien dead,
Have studied physick, through which secret art, By good appliance was recovered.
By turning o'er authorities, I have
(Together with my practice,) made familiar

Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire.
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones ;

The rough and woful musick that we have, And I can speak of the disturbances

Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me The vial orice more;- How thou stirr'sty the A more content in course of true delight

block! Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,

The musick there. I pray you, give her air : -Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

Gentlemen, To please the fool and death.

This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'a Breathes out of her ; she hath not been entrane'd forth

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow
Your charity, and hundreds calls themselves Into life's flower again!
Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd: I Gent.

The heavens, sir,
And not your knowledge, personal pain, but even Through you, increase our wonder, and set up
Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon Your fame for ever.
Such strong renown as time shall never —

Cer.

She is alive; behold,

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Enter Two Servants with a chest.

Which Pericles hath lost,
Serv. So ; lift there.

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
Cer.
What is that?

The diamonds of a most praised water
Serv.

Sir, even now

Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest;

And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, 'Tis of some wreck.

Rare as you seem to be!

Skytotes Cer. Set 't down, let's look on it. Thai.

O dear Diana, 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is Cer. Whate'er it be,

this? 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; 9 Gent. Is not this strange ? If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,

1 Gent.

Most rare. It is a good constraint of fortune, that

Cer.

Hush, gentle neighbours It belches upon us.

Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bar 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.

her. Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd! Get linen ; now this matter must be look'd tas Did the sea cast it up ?

For het relapse is mortal. Come, come, cama; Serv. I never saw so huge a hillow, sir,

And Æsculapius guide us ! As toss'd it upon shore.

(Exeunt, carrying Taway

E SCENE III. - Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's Good madam, make me blessed in your care
House.

In bringing up my child.
Dion.

I have one myself, Enter PertcLES, Cleon, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, Who shall not be more dear to my respect,, and MARINA.

Than yours, my lord. Per. Most honourd Cleon, I must needs be Per.

Madam, my thanks and prayers. gone ;

Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands

o'the shore; In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and Take from my heart all thankfulness ! The gods The gentlest winds of heaven. Make up the rest upon you !

Per.

I will embrace Cle. Your shafts of 'fortune, though they hurt your offer. Come, dear'st madam. – 0, no tears, you mortally:

Lychorida, no tears . . Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace Dion.

O your sweet queen! You may depend hereafter. - Come, my lord. That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her

(Exeunt. hither, To have bless'd mine eyes !

SCENE IV. - Ephesus. A Řoom in Cerimon's
Per.
We cannot but obey

House.
The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end

Enter CERIMON and THAISA.
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain For she was born at sea, I have ham'd so,) herg

jewels, I charge your charity withal, and leave her Lay with you in your coffer : which are now The infant of your care ; beseeching you

At your command. Know you the character ? To give her princely training, that she may be Thai. It is my lord's. Manner'd as she is born.

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Cle.

Fear not, my lord : Even on my yearning time, but whether there Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, Delivered or no, by the holy gods, (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you) I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, Must in your child be thought on. If neglection My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, Should therein make me vile, the common body, A vestal livery will I take me to, By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty: And never more have joy. But if to that my nature need a spur,

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, The gods revenge it upon me and mine,

Diana's temple is not distant far, To the end of generation !

Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Per.

I believe you ;

Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Shall there attend you. Without your vows. Till she be married, madamn, Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all ; By bright Diana, whom we honour all,

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,

(Eecuent. hough I show will in't. So I take my leave.

ACT IV.

Enter GOWER.
Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd to his own desire.
His woful queen leave at Ephess,
To Dian there a votaress.
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In musick, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,
Which makes her both the heart and place
Of general wonder. But alack !
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Flight Philoten: and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina bor

Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
With fingers, long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld wound
The cambrick, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records with moan; or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Vail to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute Marina : so
With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The-sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
Lychoriday our nurse, is dead ;

And cursed Dionyza hath

Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while ; The pregnant instrument of wrath

Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood : Prest for this blow. The unborn event What! I must have a care of you. I do commend to your content:

Mar.

Thanks, sweet madam. Only I carry winged time

[Exit DIOXTIA. Post on the lame feet of my rhyme ;

Is this wind westerly that blows? Which never could I so convey,

Leon.

South-west Unless your thoughts went on my way.

Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Dionyza does appear,!

Leon.

Was't so? With Leonine, a murderer.

[Erit. Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear,

But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling SCENE I. - Tharsus. An open Place, near the

His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes;
Sea-shore.

And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea

That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder. Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.

tackle Dion. Thy oath remember ; thou hast sworn to

Wash'd off a canvas-climber : Ha! says one, do it :

Wilt out ? and, with a dropping industry, 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.

They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon,

The master calls, and trebles their confusion.

Leon. And when was this?
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom,

Mar.

It was when I was born: Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which

Never was waves nor wind more violent. Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be

Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily. A soldier to thy purpose.

Mar.

What mean you? Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.

Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her.

I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious, Here

For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. To do my work with haste. Thou art resolv'd ?

Mar,

Why will you kill me? Leon. I am resolv'd.

Leon. To satisfy my lady.

Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?
Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, I never did her hurt in all my life ;
To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
The purple violets, and marigolds,

To any living creature: believe me, la,
Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,

I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly : While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid,

I trod upon a worm against my will, Born in a tempest, when my mother died,

But I wept for it. How have I offended, This world to me is like a lasting storm,

Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
Whirring me from my friends.

My life imply her danger?
Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Leon

My commission alone? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not

Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have

You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, With this unprofitable woe! Come, come;

When you caught hurt in parting two that fought : Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it. Good sooth, it show'd well in you ; do so now : Walk forth with Leonine : the air is quick there,

Your lady seeks my life; come you between, Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come;- And save poor me, the weaker. Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

Leon.

I am sworn, Mar. No, I pray you ;

And will despatch.
I'll not bereave you of your servant.
Dion.

Come, come;

Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling I love the king your father, and yourself,

1 Pirate. Hold, villain! (LEOXINE TUNS Choy With more than foreign heart. We every day 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! Expect him here : when he shall come, and find 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted,

have her aboard suddenly. He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;

[Ereunt Pirates sa Mara. Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,

SCENE II. The same. Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve

Re-enter LEONINE.
That excellent complexion, which did steal.
The eyes of young and old. Care not for me ; Leon. These roving thieres serve the great pirate
I can go home alone.

Valdes;
Mar.
Well, I will go ;

And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go :
But yet I have no desire to it.

There's no hope she'll return. I'U swear she's demand Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. And thrown into the sea. - But I'll see further; Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least;

Perhaps they will but please themselves up a bor, Remember what I have said.

Not carry her abroad. If she remain, Leon.

I warrant you, madam. Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. (Is

Pand. Boula

most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were SCENE III. - Mitylene. Room in a Brothel. no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

Get this done as I command you.

Boult. Performance shall follow. (Erit Boult.

Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! · Boult. Sir.

(He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these Pand. Search the market narrowly;"Mitylene is

pirates, full of gallants. We lost too much money this (Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard mart, by being too wenchless.

Thrown me, to seek my mother ! Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one ? We have but poor three, and they can do no more Mar. That I am pretty. than they can do; and with continual action are Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in even as good as rotten.

you. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er Mar. I accuse them not. we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. like to live.

Bawd. Thou say'st true ; 'tis not the bringing up Mar. The more my fault, of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. some eleven

Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. Boult. _Ay, to eleven, and brought them down Mar. No. again. But shall I search the market?

Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentleBawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a men of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so piti- have the difference of all complexions. What! do fully sodden.

you stop your ears? Panul. Thou say'st true; they are too unwhole- Mar. Are you a woman? some o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be that lay with the little baggage.

not a woman? Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him ; she made Mar. An honest woinan, or not a woman. him roast meat for worms: - but I'll go search the

Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I market.

(Erit Boult. shall have something to do with you. Come, you Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were

are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give I would have you. over.

Mar. The gods defend me! Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you ? is it a Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by shame to get when we are old ?

men, then men must comfort you, men must feed Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the com

vou, men must stir you up. - Boult's returned. modity ; nor the commodity wages not with the danger ; therefore, if in our youths we could pick

Enter Boult. up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market ? door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms we stand Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. over.

Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. find the inclination of the people, especially of the Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we

younger sort ? offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would it's no calling :- but here comes Boult.

have hearkened to their father's testament. There

was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to Enter the Pirates and Boult, dragging in

bed to her very description. MARINA.

Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with Boult. Come your ways. (To Marina.] - My his best ruff on. masters, you say she's a virgin ?

Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you I Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.

know the French knight that cowers i'the hams? Boult. Master, I•have gone thorough for this Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ? piece, you see : if you like her, so; if not, I have Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the prolost my earnest.

clamation ; but he made a groan at it, and swore he Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities ?

would see her to-morrow. Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity disease hither : here he does but repair it. I know, of qualities can make her be refused,

be will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns Bawd. What's her price, Boult?

in the sun. Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand · Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, pieces.

we shall lodge them with this sign. Pand. Well, follow me, my masters ; you shall Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have save your money presently. Wife, take her in; fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must nstruct her what she has to do, that she may not seem to do that fearfully, which you commit wilje raw in her entertainment.

lingly; to despise profit, where you bave most gain. (Exeunt Pander and Pirates. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her ; the lovers : Seldom, but that pity begets you a good olour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. parrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give Mar. I understand you not.

- Boult. o, take her home, mistress, take her | Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. nome: these blushes of hers must be quenched with She did disdain my child, and stood between some present practice.

Her and her fortunes; None would look on her, Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must : But cast their gazes on Marina's face; for your bride goes to that with shame, which is ber Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, way to go with warrant.

Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough ; Boull. 'Faith, some do, and some do not." But, And though you call my course unnatural, mistress, if I have bargain'd for the joint,

You ņot your child well loving, yet I find, Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness, Boult. I may so.

Perform'd to your sole daughter. Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, Cle.

Heavens forgive it! I like the manner of your garments well.

Dion. And as for Pericles, Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed What should he say? We wept after her hearse, yet.

And even yet we mourn: her monument Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: re- Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs port what a sojourner we have : you'll lose nothing In glittering golden characters express by custom. When nature framed this piece, she A general praise to her, and care in us meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a para- At whose expence 'tis done. gon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine Cle.

Thou art like the harpy, own report.

Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not Seize with an eagle's talons. so awake the beds of eels,' as my giving out her Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies; some to-night.

But yet I know you'll do as I advise. (Eres Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters Enter Gowen, before the monument of MARISA GA deep,

Tharsus. Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.

Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues Diana, aid my purpose !

make short; Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but fa't; you, will you go with us?

[Exeuni. Making, (to take your imagination,)

From bourn to bourn, region to region. SCENE IV. - Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime House.

To use one language, in each several clime,

Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.

you, Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? To learn of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter

you The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon !

The stages of our story. Pericles Dion.

I think Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, You'll turn a child again.

(Attended on by many a lord and knight) Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, To see his daughter, all his life's delight. I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,

Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess Advanc'd in time to great and high estate, To equal any single crown o'the earth,

Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind, I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, Old Helicanus goes along behind. Whom thou hast poison'd too!

Well-sailing ships, and bounteous sinds bare If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness

brought Becoming well thy feat : what canst thou say, This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought ; When noble Pericles shall demand his child ?

So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,

on,) To foster it, nor ever to preserve.

To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone, She died by night ; I'll say so.

Who can cross it? Like motes and shadows see them more awhile; Unless you play the impious innocent,

Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
And for an honest attribute, cry out,
She died by foul play.

Dumb shore.
Cle.

O, go to. Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods

Enter at one door, PERICLES with his Train : Cu*** Do like this worst.

and Dionyza, at the other. Cleox sko V Dion,

Be one of those, that think RICLES the tomb of Marina; ukerat PER The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,

makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and a And open this to Pericles. I do shame

mighty passion departs. Then Cleos and D» To think of what a noble strain you are,

NYZA retire. And of how cow'd a spirit.

Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul sem Cle.

To such proceeding This borrow'd passion stands for true old wo; Who ever but his approbation added,

And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow

With sighs shot through, and biggest tean From honourable courses.

show'r'd, Dion. Be it so then:

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. Hess Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs ;

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