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She did difdain my child, and stood between

Her and her fortunes: None would look on her,
But caft their gazes on Marina's face ;

Whilft ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough;
And though you call my course unnatural,

You not your child well loving, yet I find,
It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness,
Perform'd to your fole daughter.

Cle.

Dion. And as for Pericles,

Heavens forgive it!

What should he fay? We wept after her hearfe,
And even yet we mourn her monument
Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters exprefs
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whofe expence 'tis done.

Cle.
Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face,
Seize with an eagle's talons.

Dion. You are like one, that fuperftitiously
Doth fwear 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

Tharfus.

Gow. Thus time we wafte, and longeft leagues
make fhort;

Sail feas in cockles, have, and with 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

Where our scenes feem to live. I do beseech you,
To learn of me, who ftand i'the gaps to teach you
The stages of our story. Pericles

Is now again thwarting the wayward feas,
(Attended on by many a lord and knight,)
To fee his daughter, all his life's delight.
Old Efcanes, 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-failing ships, and bounteous winds, have
brought

This king to Tharfus, (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 fee them move awhile;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

Dumb fhow.

Enter, at one door, PERICLES with his train; CLEON and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON bows PERICLES the tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on fackcloth, and in a mighty paffion departs. Then CLEON and DIONYZA retire.

Gow. See how belief may fuffer by foul show!
This borrow'd paffion ftands for true old woe;
And Pericles, in forrow all devour'd,

With fighs fhot through, and biggest tears o'er

show'r'd,

Leaves Tharfus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;

He

He puts on fackcloth, and to fea. He bears
A tempeft, 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 infcription on MARINA's monument.

The fairest, fweet'ft, and beft, 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 flaughter;
Marina was he call'd; and at her birth,

Thetis, being proud, fwallow'd fome part o`the earth :
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens beflow'd:
Wherefore she does, (and fwears she'll never stint,)
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No vifor does become black villainy,
So well as foft and tender flattery.
Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
And bear his courfes to be ordered
By lady fortune; while our scenes difplay
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. A Street before the Brothel.

Enter, from the Brothel, two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

2 Gent. No, nor never fhall do in fuch a place as this, fhe being once gone.

1 Gent.

1 Gent. But to have divinity preach'd there! did you ever dream of fuch a thing?

2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdyhoufes Shall we go hear the vestals fing?

1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

The fame. A Room in the Brothel.

Enter PANDER, Bawd, and BOULT.

Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, fhe had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! fhe is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravish'd, or be rid of her. When the fhould do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profeffion, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her masterreafons, her prayers, her knees; that he would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her. Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or fhe'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests. Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-fickness for me! Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lyfimachus, disguis'd.

Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers.

Enter LYSIMACHUS.

Lyf. How now? How a dozen of virginities?

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Bawd. Now, the gods to-blefs your honour! Boult. I am glad to fee your honour in good health. Lyf. You may fo; 'tis the better for you your forters stand upon found legs. How now, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the furgeon?

Bawd. We have here one, fir, if the would--but there never came her like in Mitylene.

Lyf. If fhe'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st fay.

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to fay, well enough.

Lyf. Well; call forth, call forth.

Boult. For flesh and blood, fir, white and red, you shall fee a rofe; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but-Lys. What, pr'ythee?

Boult. O, fir, I can be modeft.

Lyf. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste.

Enter MARINA.

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk;never pluck'd yet, I can affure you.

creature?

Is the not a fair

Lyf. 'Faith, fhe would ferve after a long voyage at fea. Well, there's for you;-leave us.

Bard. I befeech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done presently.

Lyf. I beseech you, do.

Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an honourable man. [TO MARINA, whom she takes afide. Mar. I defire to find him fo, that I may worthily note

him.

Bawd

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