She did difdain my child, and stood between Her and her fortunes: None would look on her, Whilft ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, You not your child well loving, yet I find, Cle. Dion. And as for Pericles, Heavens forgive it! What should he fay? We wept after her hearfe, Cle. Dion. You are like one, that fuperftitiously [Exeunt. Enter GowER, before the Monument of MARINA at Tharfus. Gow. Thus time we wafte, and longeft leagues Sail feas in cockles, have, and with but for't; Where Where our scenes feem to live. I do beseech you, Is now again thwarting the wayward feas, Well-failing ships, and bounteous winds, have This king to Tharfus, (think his pilot thought; 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! With fighs fhot through, and biggest tears o'er show'r'd, Leaves Tharfus, and again embarks. He swears He He puts on fackcloth, and to fea. He bears By wicked Dionyza. [Reads the infcription on MARINA's monument. The fairest, fweet'ft, and beft, lies here, She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter, On whom foul death hath made this flaughter; Thetis, being proud, fwallow'd fome part o`the earth : [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? that re 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 |