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And cursed Dionyza hath

Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while ; The pregnant instrument of wrath

Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood : Prest for this blow. The unborn event

What! I must have a care of you. I do commend to your content :


Thanks, sweet madam. Only I carry winged time

(Erit Dioneza Post on the lame feet of my rhyme ;

Is this wind westerly that blows? Which never could I so convey,


South-west. Unless your thoughts went on my way.

Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Dionyza does appear,


Was't so! With Leonine, a murderer.

[Erit. Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear,

But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling

His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes;
SCENE I. - Tharsus. An open Place, near the

And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea

That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder.


Wash'd off a canvas-climber : Ha! says one, Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to

Wilt out ? and, with a dropping industry, do it : 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.

They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles,

The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon,

Leon. And when was this? To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,


It was when I was horn: Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom,

Never was waves nor wind more violent. Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which

Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily. Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be


What mean you ? A soldier to thy purpose. Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.

Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her.

I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious, Here

For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. To do my work with haste.


Why will you kill me? Thou art resolv'd ? Leon. I am resolv'd.

Leon. To satisfy my lady.

Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?
Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed,

I never did her hurt in all my life;
To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
The purple violets, and marigolds,

To any living creature: believe me, la,
Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave,

I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly : While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid,

I trod upon a worm against my will, Born in a tempest, when my mother died,

But I wept for it. How have I offended, This world to me is like a lasting storm,

Wherein my death might yield her profit, or Whirring me from my friends.

My life imply her danger? Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep


My commission alone?

Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not

Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. Consume your blood with sorrowing : you have

You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreshow A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, With this unprofitable woe! Come, come;

When you caught hurt in parting two that fought : Give me your wreath of flowers, ere the sea mar it.

Good sooth, it show'd well in you; Walk forth with Leonine : the air is quick there,

Your lady seeks my life ; come you between, Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come; – And save poor me, the weaker. Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.


I am sworn, Mar. No, I pray you;

And will despatch. I'll not bereave you of

your servant. Dion.

Come, come ;

Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling, I love the king your father, and yourself,

1 Pirate. Hold, villain ! [LEONINE runs auny. With more than foreign heart.

We every day

2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! Expect him here : when he shall come, and find 3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted,

have her aboard suddenly. He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;

[Ereunt Pirates with MARINA. Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,

SCENE II. - The same.
Walk, and be cheerful once again ; reserve
That excellent complexion, which did steal

Re-enter LEONINE.
The eyes of young and old.

Care not for me;

Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate I can go home alone.

Well, I will go ;

And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go :
But yet I have no desire to it.

There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.

And thrown into the sea. — But I'll see further; Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least;

Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Remember what I have said.

Not carry her abroad. If she remain, Leun.

I warrant yo 1, madam. Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. [Eni.

so now:


most, shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were SCENE III. · Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel.

no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

Get this done as I command you.
Boult. Performance shall follow. [

[Erit Boult. Pand, Boult.

Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow i Boult. Sir.

(He should have struck, not spoke ;) or that these Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is

pirates, full of gallants. We lost too much money this (Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard mart, by being too wenchless.

Thrown me, to seek my mother ! Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one ? We have but poor three, and they can do no more Mar. That I am pretty. than they can do ; and with continual action are Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in even as good as rotten.

you. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er Mar. I accuse them not. we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper. like to live.

Bawd. Thou say'st true ; 'tis not the bringing up Mar. The more my fault, of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die. some eleven

Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down Mar. No. again. But shall I search the market?

Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentleBawd. What else, man ? The stuff we have, a men of all fashions. You shall fare well; you shall strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so piti- have the difference of all complexions. What! do fully sodden.

you stop your ears? Pand. Thou say’st true; they are too unwhole- Mar. Are you a woman? some o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be that lay with the little baggage.

not a woman? Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman. him roast meat for worms:- - but I'll go search the Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I market.

[Erit Boult. shall have something to do with you. Come, you Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were are a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give | I would have you.

Mar. The gods defend me! Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you ? is it a Baud. If it please the gods to defend you by shame to get when we are old ?

men, then men must comfort you, men must feed Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the com- vu, men must stir you up. Boult's returned. modity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger; therefore, if in our youths we could pick

Enter Boult. up some pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market ? door hatch'd. Besides, the sore terms we stand Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of upon with the gods, will be strong with us for giving her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice.

Bawd. And I pr’ythee tell me, how dost thou Bawd. Come, other sorts offend as well as we. find the inclination of the people, especially of the Pand. As well as we! ay, and better too; we

younger sort ? offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; Boull. 'Faith, they listened to me, as they would it's no calling :- but here comes Boult.

have hearkened to their father's testament. There

was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to Enter the Pirates and Boult, dragging in bed to her very description. MARINA.

Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with Boult. Come your ways. [To Marina.] — My his best ruff on. masters, you say she's a virgin ?

Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you 1 Pirate. O, sir, we doubt it not.

know the French knight that cowers i'the hans ? Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ? piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the prolost my earnest.

clamation ; but he made a groan at it, and swore he Bawd. Boult, has she iny qualities?

would see her to-morrow. Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his excellent good clothes; there's no further necessity disease hither : here he does but repair it. i know, of qualities can make her be refused.

he will come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns Buwd. What's her price, Boult?

in the sun. Bout. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, pieces.

we shall lodge them with this sign. Pand. Well, follow me, my masters; you shall Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have have your money presently. Wife, take her in; fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must instruct her what she has to do, that she may not seem to do that fearfully, which you commit wilbe raw in her entertainment.

lingly; to despise profit, where you have most gain. [Exeunt Pander and Pirates. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of ber; the lovers : Seldom, but that pity begets you a good colour of her hair, complexion, height, age, with opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. warrant of her virginity: and cry, He thal will give Mar. I understand you not.


you, will

woult. O, take her home, mistress, take her | Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. nome: these blushes of hers must be quenched with She did distain my child, and stood between some present practice.

Her and her fortunes: None would look on her, Baud. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must : But cast their gazes on Marina's face ; for your bride goes to that with shame, which is her Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, way to go with warrant.

Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough; Boult. 'Faith, some do, and some do not.

But, And though you call my course unnatural, mistress, if I have bargain’d for the joint,

You not your child well loving, yet I find,
Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness,
may so.

Perform’d to your sole daughter.
Bawil. Who should deny it? Come, young one, Cle.

Heavens forgive it! I like the manner of your garments well.

Dion. And as for Pericles, Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed What should he say? We wept after her hearse, yet.

And even yet we mourn: her monument Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: re- Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs port what a sojourner we have : you'll lose nothing In glittering golden characters express by custom. When nature framed this piece, she A general praise to her, and care in us meant thee a good turn ; therefore say what a para- At whose expence 'tis done. gon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine Cle.

Thou art like the harpy, own report.

Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not Seize with an eagle's talons. so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously beauty stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies; some to-night.

But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [Ereunt. Buwd. Come your ways; follow me. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters

Enter Gower, before the monument of MARINA ?',

Tharsus. deep, Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.

Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues Diana, aid my purpose !

make short Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but fort; you go with us?

(Ereuni. Making, (to take your imagination,)

From bourn to bourn, region to region. SCENE IV. - Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's

By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime House.

To use one language, in each several clime,

Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech Enter Cleon and DIONYZA.

you, Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? To learn of me, wlio stand i'the gaps to teach Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter

you The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon !

The stages of our story. Pericles Dion.

I think

Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, You'll turn a child again.

(Attended on by many a lord and knight) Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, To see his daughter, all his life's delight. I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,

Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess

Advanc'd in time to great and high estate, To equal any single crown o'the earth,

Is left to govern.

Bear yon it in mind, I’the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, Old Helicanus goes along behind. Whom thou hast poison'd too!

Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds have If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness

brought Becoming well thy feat : what canst thou say, This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought ; When noble Pericles shall demand his child ?

So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,

on,) To foster it, nor ever to preserve.

To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone, She died by night ; I'll say so.

Who can cross it? Like motes and shadows see them move awliile; Unless you play the impious innocent,

Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
And for an honest attribute, cry out,
She died by foul play.

Dumb show.

0, go to. Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods

Enter at one door, PERICLES with his Train ; CLEON Do like this worst.

and Dionyza, at the other. CLEON show's Pet Dion.

Be one of those, that think RICLES the tomb of MARINA ; whereat PERICLES The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,

makes lamentation, pruts on sackcloth, and in a And open this to Pericles. I do shame

mighty passion departs. Then Cleon and DioTo think of what a noble strain you are,

NYZA retire. And of how cow'd a spirit.

Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! Cle.

To such proceeding This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; Who ever but his approbation added,

And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow

With sighs shot throughi, and biggest tears o'er From honourable courses.

show'r'd, Dron. Be it so then:

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;

How now,

He puts on sackclotlı, and to sea. He bears Lys. You may so ; 'tis the better for you that A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,

your resorters stand upon sound legs. And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may The epitaph is for Marina writ

deal withal, and defy the surgeon ? By wicked Dionyza.

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would [Reads the inscription on Marina's monument. but there never came her like in Mitylene. The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,

Lys. If she'd do the deed of darkness, thou Who wither'd in her spring of year.

would'st say. She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well On whom foul death hath made this slaughter ; enough. Marina wis she call'd; and at her birth,

Lys. Well; call forth, call forth. Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, carth,

you shall see a rose ; and she were a rose indeed, if Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd, if she had but Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'.: Lys. What, pr’ythee? Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never stint,) Boult. 0, sir, i can be modest. Jake raging battery upon shores of flint.

Lys. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no No visor does become black villainy,

less than it gives a good report to a number to be

chaste. So well as soft and tender flattery. Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,

Enter MARINA. And bear his courses to be ordered

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the By lady fortune ; while our scenes display

stalk; — never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,

she not a fair creature ? In her unholy service. Patience then,

Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage And think you now are all in Mitylen. (Erit.

at sea. Well, there's for you ; leave us. SCENE V. - Mitylene. A Street before the

Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave : a

word, and I'll have done presently. Brothel.

Lys. I beseech you, do. Enter, from the Brothel, Two Gentlemen. Bawd. First, I would have you note, this is an i Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

honourable man. [To Marina, whom she takes aside. 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as

Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily this, she being once gone.

note him. I Gent. But to have divinity preached there ! did

Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, you ever dream of such a thing ?

and a man whom I am bound to. 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no

Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound bawdy-houses: Shall we go hear the vestals sing?

to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I

know not. 1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever.

Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fene[Exeunt. ing, will you use him kindly? He will line your

apron with gold. SCENE VI. The same. A Room in the Brothel. Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thank

fully receive. Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

Lys. Have you done? Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet ; you must of her, she had ne'er come here.

take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, Bawd. Fye, fye upon her; she is able to freeze we will leave his honour and her together. the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We

[Ereunt Bawd, Pander, and Boult. must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. Wlien Lys. Go thy ways. Now, pretty one, how long she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the have you been at this trade? kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, Mar. What trade, sir ? her reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, her Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please if he should cheapen a kiss of her.

you to name it. Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll dis- Lys. How long have you been of this profession? furnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our Mar. Ever since I can remember. swearers priests.

Lys. Did you go to it so young ? Were you a Pund. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for gamester at five, or at seven? me!

Jar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, procla 'ms by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysi- you to be a creature of sale. machus, disguised.

Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you peevish baggage would but give way to customers. are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this Enter LysimachUS.


Lys. Why, hath your principal mad, known in to Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities?

you who I am ? Buwd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour ! Mar. Who is my principal ? Boult. I am giad to see your honour in good Lys. Why, your herb-woman ; she that sets seeds health.

and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have


be sage:

beard something of my power, and so stand aloof Boult. The noblenian would have dealt with her for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else, snowball; saying his prayers too. look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some Bawd. Boult, take her away ; use her at thy private place. Come, come.

pleasure : crack the glass of her virginity, and make Mar. If you were born to honour, show it now ; the rest malleable. If put upon you, make the judgment goed

Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground That thought you worthy of it.

than she is, she shall be ploughed. Lys. Ilow's this? how's this? Some more; - Mar. Hark, hark, you gods !

Bawd. She conjures : away with her. Would she Mar. For me,

had never come within my doors ! Marry bang you! That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune She’s born to undo us. Will you not go the way of Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome stie, women-kind ? Marry come up, my dish of chastity Where, since I came, diseases have been sold with rosemary and bays !

[Erit Bawd. Dearer than physick, - ( that the good gods

Boult. Come, mistress ; come your way with me. Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Mar. Whither would you have me? Though they did change me to the meanest bird Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so That Hies i'the purer air !

dear. Lys. I did not think

Mar. Pr’ythee, tell me one thing first. Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd Boult. Come now, your one thing. thou could'st.

Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for or rather, my mistress. thee :

Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Perséver still in that clear way thou goest,

Since they do better thee in their command. And the gods strengthen thee!

Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend Mar. The gods preserve you !

Of hell would not in reputation change : Lys.

For me, be you thoughten Thou’rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel That I came with no ill intent: for to me

That hither comes enquiring for his tib; The very doors and windows savour vilely.

To the cholerick fisting of each rogue thy ear Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and

Is liable ; thy very food is such
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
Flold; here's more gold for thee.

Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, A curse upon him, die he like a thief,

would you? where a man may serve seven years for That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear’st the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the

end to buy him a wooden one ? It shall be for thy good.

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty [As LYSIMAchus is putting up his prurse,

Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth ;
Boult enters.

Serve by indenture to the common hangman; Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Any of these ways are better yet than this: Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your For that which thou professest, a baboon, house,

Could he but speak, would own a name too dear. But for this virgin that doth prop it up,

O that the gods would safely from this place Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away! Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee.

[Erit Lysimachus. If that thy master would gain aught by me, Boult. How's this? We must take another course Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,

If your peevish chastity, which is not With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast; worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the And I will undertake all these to teach. cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be I doubt not but this populous city will gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.

Yield many scholars. Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come And prostitute me to the basest groom your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven That doth frequent your house. away. Come your ways, I say.

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

I can place thee, I will.
Re-enter Bawd.

Mar. But, amongst honest women?
Bawd. How now! What's the matter?

Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; She has here them. But since my master and mistress have spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus.

bought you, there's no going but by their consent; Bawd. O abominable!

therefore I will make them acquainted with your Boult. She makes our profession as it were to purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them stink afore the face of the gods.

tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever!

can; come your ways.

from me,

with you.


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