Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, Cle. Dion. And as for Pericles, Heavens forgive it! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, And even yet we mourn her monument Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs In glittering golden characters express Cle. Thou art like the harpy, Which, to betray, doth with thine angel's face, Seize with thine eagle's talons. Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously 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 Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't; Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, This king to Tharsus, (think this pilot thought, Enter PERICLES with his Train, at one door; 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. Gow. See, how belief may suffer by foul show. The borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er- Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears And yet he rides it out. Now, please you, wit The epitaph is for Marina writ By wicked Dionyza. "The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, So well as soft and tender flattery. 1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like? [Exit. 2 Gent. No; nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone. 1 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 bawdyhouses. 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. SCENE VI.-The Same. A Room in the Brothel. Enter Pander, Bawd, and BOULT. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she had ne'er come here. Bawd. Fie, fie 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 for 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? Bawd. 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, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but Lys. What, pr'ythee? Boult. O, sir! I can be modest. Lys. 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 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 MARINA. 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. Why, 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? gamester at five, or at seven? Were you a 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 unto you who I am? Mar. Who is my principal? Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seed 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 That the gods Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house, But for this virgin that doth prop it, would Sink, and overwhelm you. Away! [Exit LYSIMACHUS. Boult. How's this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways. Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say. Re-enter Bawd. Bawd. How now! what's the matter? Boult. Worse and worse, mistress: she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus. Bawd. O, abominable! Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods. Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever! Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a snowball; saying his prayers, too. Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable. Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed. Mar. Hark, hark, you gods! Bawd. She conjures away with her. Would she had never come within my doors.-Marry, hang you!— ! She's born to undo us.-Will you not go the way of women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Baud. Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master; or rather, my mistress. Mar. Neither of these are so bad as thou art, Of hell would not in reputation change: Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs. Boult. What would you have me do? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one? Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak, If that thy master would gain by me, Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, Enter GoWER. ACT V. Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances Deep clerks she dumbs, and with her needle composes His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; Enter Two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian Vessel, solve you. O here he is.— Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene, And in it is Lysimachus, the governor, Who craves to come aboard. What is your will? Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen. Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls. Enter Two or Three Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, There is some of worth would come aboard: I pray Greet him fairly. [Gentlemen and Sailors descend, and go on board the Barge. Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, and the Two Sailors. Tyr. Sail. Sir, This is the man that can in aught you would Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! I made to it to know of whence you are. Lys. I am the governor of this place you lie before. Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; A man, who for this three months hath not spoken To any one, nor taken sustenance, But to prorogue his grief. Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature? Lys. May we not see him, then? But bootless is your sight; he will not speak To any. Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish. Hel. Behold him. [PERICLES discovered.] This was Till the disaster that one mortal night a goodly person, She, questionless, with her sweet harmony, She is all happy as the fair'st of all, [He whispers one of the attendant Lords.-Exit Lord. Hel. Sure, all effectless; yet nothing we'll omit, That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness we have stretch'd thus far, That for our gold we may provision have, Lys. Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you.- Enter Lord, MARINA, and a young Lady. Lys. O! here is Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish Sir, I will use No, nor look'd on us. Lys. See, she will speak to him. Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear. Per. Hum! ha! Mar. I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gaz'd on like a comet: she speaks, Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st Mar. So indeed I did. Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou saidst Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine, If both were open'd. Mar. Some such thing I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely. Per. Tell thy story; And thou by some incensed god sent hither Mar. Or here I'll cease. Per. O! I am mock'd, Patience, good sir, Nay, I'll be patient. Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, To call thyself Marina. The name Mar. Was given me by one that had some power; My father, and a king. Per. And call'd Marina? Mar. How! a king's daughter? You said you would believe me; But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. And never interrupt you. Mar. You scorn: believe me, 'twere best I did give o'er. Per. I will believe you by the syllable A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't, You think me an impostor: no, good faith; I am the daughter to king Pericles, If good king Pericles be. Per. Ho, Helicanus ! Her parentage; being demanded that, She would sit still and weep. Per. O Helicanus! strike me, honour'd sir; Give me a gash, put me to present pain, Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, It [Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and Lady. SCENE II.-The Same. PERICLES on the Deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him in a vision. Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither, And do upon mine altar sacrifice. There, when my maiden priests are met together, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife : To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call, Or perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe: [DIANA disappears. Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine, I will obey thee.—Helicanus ! Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. Hel. Sir. Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike The inhospitable Cleon; but I am And drown me with their sweetness. O! come hither, For other service first: toward Ephesus Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget; Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods as loud What is your title? First, sir, I pray, Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me, now, Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than The minute I began. Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.— Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore, And give you gold for such provision As our intents will need? Per. Come, my Marina. Sir, lend your arm. [Exeunt. Enter GowER, before the Temple of DIANA at Ephesus. This, as my last boon, give me, What pageantry, what feats, what shows, [Exit. SCENE III.-The Temple of DIANA at Ephesus; THAISA standing near the Altar, as high Priestess; |