Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.

Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first.
Boult. Come now, your one thing.

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 yet so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command. Thou hold'st a place, for which the painedst fiend Of hell would not in reputation change: Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrell That hither comes inquiring for his tib; To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy ear Is liable; thy very food is such

As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

Boult. What would you have me? 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 Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth; Serve by indenture to the common hangman; Any of these ways are better yet than this: For that which thou professest, a baboon, Could he but speak, would own a name too dear. O that the gods would safely from this place Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee. If that thy master would gain aught by me, Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast; And I will undertake all these to teach.

I doubt not but this populous city will

Yield many scholars.

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again,

(1) Paltry fellow.

And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house.

Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will.

Mar. But, amongst honest women?

Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their consent; therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

Enter Gower.

Gow. Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and chances Into an honest house, our story says.

She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays:

Deep clerks1 she dumbs; and with her neeld2 com

poses

Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry;
That even her art sisters the natural roses :
Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry.
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost;
Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd
God Neptune's annual feast to keep from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

:

His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;

(1) Learned men.

(2) Needle.

And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your supposing once more put your sight;
Of heavy Pericles think this the bark :
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and bark.

[Exit. SCENE 1.-On board Pericles' ship, off Mitylene. A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them Helicanus. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene. 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 Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?

Hel. Gentlemen,

There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray

you,

To greet them fairly.

[The Gentlemen and the two 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,
Resolve you.

Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you. Hel. And you, sir, to out-live the age I am, And die as I would do.

Lys.

You wish me well

Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,

I made to it, to know of whence you are.
Hel. First, sir, what is your place?

Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before.
Hel. Sir,

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 proroguel his grief.

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief of all springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lys. May we not see him, then?
Hel.

You may, indeed, sir, But bootless is your sight; he will not speak

To any.

Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.

Hel. Behold him, sir: [Pericles discovered.] this was a goodly person,

Till the disaster, that, one mortal2 night,
Drove him to this.

Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you!
Hail,

Hail, royal sir!

Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.

1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst

wager,

Would win some words of him.

Lys.

'Tis well bethought.

She, questionless, with her sweet harmony
And other choice attractions, would allure,
And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,3
Which now are midway stopp'd;

She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow maidens, now within

(1) To lengthen or prolong his grief.
(2) Destructive. (3) i. e. Ears.

The leafy shelter that abuts against

The island's side.

[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.Exit Lord, in the barge of Lysimachus. Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit That bears recovery's naine. But, since your kind

ness

We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you fur

ther,

That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

O, sir, a courtesy,

Lys.
Which if we should deny, the most just od
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province.-Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

Hel.

But see,

Sit, sir, I will recount ;

I am prevented.

Enter, from the barge, Lord, Marina, and a young

Lady.

Lys.

O, here is

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
Is't not a goodly presence?

A gallant lady.

Hel. Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she came Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish No better choice, and think me rarely wed. Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty Expect even here, where is a kingly patient: If that thy prosperous artificial feat Can draw him but to answer thee in aught, Thy sacred physic shall receive such naw As thy desires can wish.

Mar.

Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided none but I and my companion
Be suffer'd to come near him.