And time that is so briefly spent, Dumb show. Having call'd them from the deep! O still thy deaf'ning, Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nimble, Enter Pericles and Simonides at one door, with Gow. By many a dearn2 and painful perch,3 By the four opposing coignes,* That horse, and sail, and high expense, The crown of Tyre, but he will none: The sum of this, Brought hither to Pentapolis, Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing! This stage, the ship, upon whose deck Enter Lychorida, with an infant. Lyc. Here is a thing Too young for such a place, who if it had Take in your arms this piece of your dead queen. Lyc. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm. 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 below, Patience, good sir, Now, mild may be thy life! For a more blust'rous birth had never babe: For thou'rt the rudéliest welcom❜d to this world, As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, Enter two Sailors. 1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you. 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 billow 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. [Exit. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight. SCENE I.-Enter Pericles, on a ship at sea. Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen! Lyc. Here she lies, sir. Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight (11) The goddess of child-bearing. (12) Thought. (13) Contend with you in honour, (15) Than thy entrance into life can requite. Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale, 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk'd and bitum'd ready. Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say, what coast is this? 2 Sail. We are near Tharsus. Per. Thither, gentle mariner, But immortality attends the former, (Together with my practice,) made familiar That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me A more content in course of true delight 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it? Your creatures, who by you have been restor❜d. 2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. Per. O make for Tharsus. There will I visit Cleon, for the babe And not your knowledge, personal pain, but even Your purse, still open hath built lord Cerimon, Such strong renown as time shall never Enter two Servants with a chest. [Exeunt. Serv. So; lift there. What is that? SCENE II.-Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's house. Enter Cerimon, a Servant, and some Persons who have been shipwrecked. Cer. Philemon, ho! Enter Philemon. Phil. Doth my lord call? Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men; It has been a turbulent and stormy night. Cer. Serv. Sir, even now Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest; 'Tis of some wreck. Cer. Set 't down, let's look on it. 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir. Cer. Whate'er it be, 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold, It is a good constraint of fortune, that Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as It belches upon us. this, Till now I ne'er endur'd. 'Tis so, my lord. 2 Gent. Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, Come, wrench it open; Soft, soft!-it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour. Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,-up with it. O you most potent god! what's here? a corse? i Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and en treasur'd With bags of spices full! A passport too! Apollo, perfect me i'the characters! Here I give to understand, [Unfolds a scroll. [Reads. (If e'er this coffin drive a-land,) I, king Pericles, have lost This queen, worth all our mundane" cost. If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart The music there.-I pray you, give her air :Gentlemen, thou This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth 1 Gent. Cer. Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; Cer. Most rare. Hush, gentle neighbours; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come; And Esculapius guide us! [Exeunt, carrying Thaisa away. SCENE III.-Tharsus. A room in Cleon's house. Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionýza, Lychorida, and Marina. Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; 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, Dion. Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. her hither, To have bless 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 end Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom, For she was born at sea, I 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. (1) Favour. (2) The common people. I believe you; Per. Dion. Per. Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune,* and Per. Look to your little mistress, on whose grace [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter Gower. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Now to Marina bend your mind, Whom our fast growing scene must find Which makes her both the heart and place Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk (4) Insidious waves that wear a treacherous smil (5) Groaning. (6) Called. (7) Untwisted. With fingers long, small, white as milk; With the dove of Paphos might the crow The pregnant instrument of wrath Only I carry winged time Post on the lame feet of my ryhme; Unless your thoughts went on my way.- With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. SCENE I.-Tharsus. An open place near the sea-shore. Enter Dionyza and Leonine. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it: 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so soon To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom, Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Here Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, Mar. No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your servant. Come, come; I love the king your father, and yourself, Mar. Well, I will go; But yet I have no desire to it. Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Leon. Mar. Thanks, sweet madam.[Exit Dionyza Is this wind westerly that blows? South-west. Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Leon. And when was this? I never spake bad word, nor did nì turn While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, To any living creature: believe me, la, Born in a tempest, when my mother died, Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly: My commission How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea mar it, You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick there, When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come;-Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now: Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. Your lady seeks my life; come you between, (8) i. e. Ere the sea, by the coming in of the tide, mar your walk. (9) A ship-boy. Leon. And will despatch. 1 Pirate. Hold, villain! 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! I am sworn, Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling. [Leonine runs away. 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. let's have her aboard suddenly. Come, [Exeunt Pirates with Marina. SCENE II.-The same. Re-enter Leonine. Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Valdes; And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: Pand. Boult. Boult. Sir. Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene Is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wenchless. Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. Bawd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think I have brought up some eleven Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But shall I search the market? Bared. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pítifully sodden. Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwholesome o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage. Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast meat for worms:-but I'll go search the market. [Exit Boult. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Bad. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get when we are old? Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger; therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatched. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving over. Band. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; it's no calling :-but here comes Boult. Enter the Pirates, and Boult, dragging in Marina. Boult. Come your ways. [To Marina.]-My masters, you say she's a virgin? 1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not. Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest. (1) i. e. Half-open. (2) Bid a high price for her. VOL. II. pieces. Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment. [Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her virginity; and cry, He that will give most shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you. Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit Boult. Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! (He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these pirates (Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one? Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you. Mar. I accuse them not. Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are like to live. Mar. The more my fault, To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall have the difference of all complexions. What! do you stop your ears? Mar. Are you a woman? Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a woman? Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. Bawd. Marry, whip thee, goslin: I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you. Mar. The gods defend me! Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir you up.-Boult's returned. Enter Boult. Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the younger sort? Boult. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would have hearkened to their father's testament. There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to bed to her very description. Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on. Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you know the French knight that cowers' i'the hams? Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles? Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her to-morrow. Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his dis |