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Sim. He's but
A country gentleman:

He has done no more than other knights have
Broken a staff, or so: so let it pass. [done;
Thai. To me he seems like diamond to a glass.
Per. You' king's to me, like to my father's

Which tells me, in that glory once he was;
Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne,
And he the sun, for them to reverence.
None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights,
Did veil their crown to his supremacy;
Where now his son's a glow-worm in the night,
The which hath fire in darkness, none in light;
Whereby I see that time's the king of men,
For he's their parent, and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they

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Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not you, Thaisa?

Thai. What is it
To me, my father?

Sim. Oh! attend, my daughter;

Princes, in this, should live like gods above,
Who freely give to every one that comes

To honour them and princes, not doing so,

Are like to gnats, which make a sound, but

Are wonder'd at.

Therefore to make's entrance more sweet, here
We drink this standing bowl of wine to him.
Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me
Unto a stranger knight to be so bold;
He may my proffer take for an offence.
Since men take women's gifts for impudence.
Sim. How!

Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please

me better.

Sim. And further tell him, we desire to
Of whence he is, his name and parentage.
Thai. The king my father, Sir, has drunk to

Per. I thank him.

Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your

Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge
him freely.

Thai. And further he desires to know of you,
Of whence you are, your name and parentage.
Per. A gentleman of Tyre-(my name, Peri-


My education being in arts and arms;)-
Who, looking for adventures in the world,
Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men,
And, after shipwreck, driven upon this shore.
Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself

A gentleman of Tyre, who, only by.
Misfortune of the seas, has been bereft
Of ships and men, and cast upon this shore.
Sim. Now, by the gods, I pity his misfor-

And will awake him from his melancholy.
Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
And waste the time, which looks for other re-

Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads;
Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.
[The KNIGHTS dance.
So, this was well ask'd, 'twas so well perform❜d.
Come, Sir:

Here is a lady that wants breathing too;
And I have often heard, you knights of Tyre
Are excellent m making ladies trip;

And that their measures are as excellent.
Per. In those that practise them, they are my

Sim. Oh! that's as much as you would be


Even in your armours, as you are address'd, +
Will very well become a soldier's dance.
I will not have excuse, with saying, this
+ Accoutered.

• Lower.

[The KNIGHTS and LADIES dance. Of your fair courtesy.-Unclasp, unclasp: Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well; But you the best. [TO PERICLES.] Pages and lights, conduct [Sir, These knights unto their several lodgings; Your's We have given order to be next our own. Per. I am at your grace's pleasure.

Sim. Princes, it is too late to talk of love, For that's the inark I know you level at: Therefore each one betake him to his rest; To-morrow, all for speeding do their best.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV-Tyre.-A Room in the Gover nor's House.

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Enter three LORDS.

1 Lord. See, not a man in private conference, Or council, has respect with him but he.

2 Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof.

3 Lord. And curs'd be he that will not second it.

1 Lord. Follow me, then: Lord Helicane, a word.

Hel. With me? and welcome: Happy day, my lords.

1 Lord. Know that our griefs are risen to the top,

And now at length they overflow their banks. Hel. Your griefs, for what? wrong not the prince you love.

1 Lord. Wrong not yourself then, noble Heli


But if the prince do live, let us salute him,
Or know what ground's made happy
by his


If in the world he live, we'll seek him out;
If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there;
And be resolv'd, † he lives to govern us,
Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral,
And leaves us to our free election.

2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest
in our censure: §
And knowing this kingdom, if without a head,
(Like goodly buildings left without a roof,)
Will soon to ruin fall, your noble self,

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That best know'st how to rule, and how to] Ay, so well, Sir, that you must be her master, reign,

We thus submit unto, our sovereign.
All. Live, noble Helicane!

And she'll your scholar be: therefore look to it.
Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster.
Sim. She thinks not 60; peruse this writing


Hel. Try honour's cause, forbear your suf-

If that you love prince Pericles, forbear.
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease.
A twelvemonth longer, let me then entreat you
To forbear choice i'the absence of your king;
If, in which time expir'd, he not return,

I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
But if I cannot win you to this love..
Go search like noblemen, like noble subjects,
And in your search spend your adventurous

Whom if you find, and win unto return,
You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not

And, since lord Helicane enjoineth us,
We with our travels will endeavour it.

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Per. What's here!

A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre ? 'Tis the king's subtilty, to have my life.


Oh! seek not to entrap, my gracious lord,
A stranger and distressed gentleman,
That never aim'd so high to love your daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and

thou art

A villain.

Per. By the gods, I have not, Sir.
Never did thought of mine levy offence;
Nor never did my actins yet commence

A deed might gain her love, or your displea


Sim. Traitor, thou liest.

Per. Traitor!

Sim. Ay, traitor, Sir.

Per. Even in his throat, (unless it be the king,)

That calls me traitor, I return the lie.

Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his
Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
That never relish'd of a base descent.
I came unto your court for honour's cause,
And not to be a rebel to her state;
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.
Sim. No 1-

Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.


Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you?
who takes offence at that would make me glad?
Thai. Why, Sir, say if you had,

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory -
I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.] I'll
tame you;
I'll bring you in subjection.-
Will you, not having my consent, bestow
Your love and your affections on a stranger?
(Who, for ought I know to the contrary,
Or think, may be as great in blood as 1.)

[Aside. Hear, therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,

And you, Sir, hear you.-Either be rul'd by me,
Or will make you-man and wife.-

Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it


And, being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy;
And, for a further grief,-God give you joy!—
What, are you both pleas'd ?

Thai. Yes, if you love me, Sir.

Per. Even as iny life, my blood that fosters it.
Sim. What, are you both agreed ?

Both. Yes, 'please your majesty.
Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed;
Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed.



Enter GoWER.

Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;
No din but snores, the house about,
Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Of this most pompous marriage-feast.
The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole:

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Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door,
with Attendants; a Messenger meets them,
kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter. PERI-
CLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords
kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA
with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES
shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices:
she and PERICLES take leave of her father,
and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c. retire.
Gow. By many a dearn + and painful perch:
Of Pericles the careful search
By the four opposing coignes,
Which the world together joins,
Is made, with all due diligence,

That borse, and sail, and high expense,
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre
(Fame answering the most strong inquire,)
To the court of king Simonides

Are letters brought; the tenour these:-
Antiochus and his daughter's dead:

The men of Tyrus, on the head

Of Helicanus would set on

The crown of Tyre, but he will none;
The mutiny there he hastes t'appease :
Says to them, If king Pericles

Come not, in twice six moons, home,
He, obedient to their doom,

Will take the crown. The sum of this,

Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Y-ravished the regions round,
And every one, with claps, 'gan sound
Our heir apparent is a king:
Who dream'd, who thought, of such a thing?
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre;
His queen, with child, makes her desire
(Which who shall cross ?) along to go:
(Omnit we all their dole and woe)
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
Hath their keel cut: but fortune's mood
Varies again the grizzled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth,
That as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives.
The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near! **
Doth fall in travail with her fear :
Aud what ensues in this fell storm,
Shall, for itself, itself perform.
I will relate; action may
Conveniently the rest convey;
Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination hold
This stage, the ship, upon whose deck
The sea-toss'd prince appears to speak.


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How does my queen ?-This storm, thou! venomously


Wilt thou spit all thyself?-The seaman's whis-
Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
Unheard.-Lychorida !-Lucina! † O
Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the


Of my queen's travails 1-Now, Lychorida-
Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.
Lyc. Here is a thing

Too young for such a place, who, if it had
Conceit, I would die as I am like to do.
Take in your arms this piece of your dead


Per. How! how, Lychorida!

Lyc. Patience, good Sir: do not assist the


Here's all that is left living of your queen,-
A little daughter: for the sake of it,
Be manly, and take comfort.
Per. O you gods!

Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,
And snatch them straight away? We, here

Recall not what we give, and therein may
Vie honour with yourselves.

Lyc. Patience, good Sir,

Even for this charge.

Per. Now, mild may be thy life!
For a more blust'rous birth bad never babe :
Quiet and gentle thy conditions!

For thou'rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world,
That e'er was prince's child. Happy what


Thou hast as chiding a nativity,

As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make,
To herald thee from the womb: even at the


Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit, ¶
With all thou canst find here.-Now the good gods
Throw their best eyes upon it!

Enter two SAILORS.

1 Sail. What courage, Sir? God save you.
Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the
flaw ;**

It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love
Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer,
I would, it would be quiet.

1 Sail. Slack the bolins ++ there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself.

2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billows kiss the moon, I care not.

1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard: the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie, till the ship be cleared of the dead.

Per. That's your superstition.

1 Sail. Pardon us, Sir; with us at sea it still hath been observed; and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.

Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen!

Lyc. Here she lies, Sir.

Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my


No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time
To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze ;
Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale,
And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse,
Lying with simple shells. Lychorida,
Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink, and paper,
My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe

• Maliciously.
1 Thought.
As noisy a one.

+ The goddess of child-bearing. Contend with you in honour. Than thy entrance into life can ++ Bowlines, ropes of the sails. 11 Ever-burning.


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gives me

A more content in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
To please the fool and death.

2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.

Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!-
Did the sea cast it up?

Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, Sir,

As toss'd it upon shore.

Cer. Come, wrench it open

Soft, soft -it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour.

Cer. As evet hit my nostril; so,-up with it. O you most potent god! what's here? a corsel 1 Gent. Most strange!

Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasur'd

The very principals did seem to rend,
And all to topple ; pure surprise and fear
Made me to quit the house.

2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so 'Tis not our husbandry. I


Cer. Oh! you say well.

1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship,

With bags of spices full! A passport too!
Apollo, perfect me i'the characters!

Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
It is most strange,

Nature should be so conversant with pain,
Being thereto not compell'd.

Cer. I held it ever,

Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
Have studied physic, through which secret art,
By turning o'er authorities, I have
(Together with my practice,) made familiar
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
And I can speak of the disturbances
That nature works, and of her cures; which

[Unfolds a scroll.


Here I give to understand,
(If e'er this coffin drive a-land,)
1, king Pericles, have lost
This queen, worth all our mundane® cost.
Who finds her, give her burying,
She was the daughter of a king:
Besides this treasure for a fee,
The gods requite his charity!

If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart
That even cracks for woe 1-This chanc'd to-


2 Gent. Most likely, Sir.

Cer. Nay, certainly to-night;

For look, how fresh she looks!-They were too rough,

That threw her in the sea. Make fire within;
Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
By good appliance was recovered.

Enter a SERVANT, with boxes, napkins, and jire.

•The principals are the strongest rafters in the roof
1. e. Economical
of a building. + Tumble.
Attire. I Knowledge.
prudence, early rising.

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.-
The rough and woful music that we have,
Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.

The vial once more-How thou stirr'st, thou

The music there.-I pray you, give her air:-

This queen will live nature awakes; a warmth Breathes out of her; she hath not been en tranc'd

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow
Into life's flower again!

1 Gent. The heavens, Sir,

Through you, increase our wonder, and set up
Your fame for ever.

Cer. She's alive-behold

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost,

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;

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Cer. Hush, gentle neighbours: Leud me your bands: to the next chamber bear her.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be



My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt
you mortally,


Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to,
For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come;
And Esculapius guide us!

Delivered or no, by the holy gods,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,,,
I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy,

[Exeunt carrying THAISA away.


SUENE III.-Tharsus.-A Room in C1.EON'S

Cer. Madain, if this you purpose as
Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHO- Moreover, if you please, a niece of nine"
Shall there attend you.

Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.
Dion. O your sweet queen!

That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought
ber hither,

To have bless'd mine eyes!

Per. We cannot but obey

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar


As doth the sea she lies in, yet the eud
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom,
For she was born at sea, 1 have nam'd so) here
I charge your charity withal, and leave her
The infant of your care; beseeching you
To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

Cle. Fear not, my lord:
Your grace, that fed my country with your




(For which the people's prayers still fall upon
Mast in your child be thought on. If neglec-
Should therein make me vile, the common
body; +

By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty:
But if to that my nature need a spur,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation!

Per. I believe you:

Your honour and your goodness teach me credit,
Without your vows.
Till she be married,

madam, By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Unseissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show will in't. So I take my leave. Good madam, make me blessed in your care bringing up my child.

Dion. I have one myself,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
han your's, my lord.

Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers.
Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge
o'the shore;

hen give you up to the mask'd Neptune, § and

De gentlest winds of heaven.
Per. I will embrace

ar offer. Come, dear'st madam.O no tears,
chorida, no tears:

kto your little mistress, on whose grace
may depend hereafter. Come, my lord.

SCENE IV.-Ephesurs: Room in CERI -
MON'S House.

• Bounty. + The common people. Appear wilful or perverse by allowing it. Insidious waves that wear a treacherous smile.


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


Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
At your command. Know you the citaracter?
Thai. It is my lord's,

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even on my yearning time
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Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.
Thai. My recompense is thanks; that's all;


Enter GOWER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd to his own desire.
His woeful 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 music, 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 Cleou
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight + Philoten: and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be:
Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld ý wound
The cambric, 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
Veil to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute T 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;
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
And cursed Diouyza hath

The pregnant ** instrument of wrath
Prest ++ for this blow. The unborn event
I do commend to your content :
Only I carry winged time
Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;

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