This borrow'd passion stands for true old wo;
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
With sighs shot through, and biggest tears
shower'd,

He bears

Bard. Now, the gods bless your honour!
Boult, I am glad to see your honour in good

o'er-health.

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea.
A tempest, which his mortal vessel' tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ

By wicked Dionvza.

[Reads the inscription on Marina's monument. The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, Who wither'd in her spring of year.

She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,

On whom foul death hath made this slaughter,
Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
Thelis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the
earth:

Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd:
Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never stint)
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No visor does become black villany,

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

And bear his courses to be ordered

By lady Fortune; while our scenes display
His daughter's wo and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen.

[Exit.

Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you tha 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 wouldbut 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'ytnee?

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 plucked 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. Barod. 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

SCENE V.-Mitylene. A street before the
Enter, from the brothel, two Gen-honourable man.

brothel. tlemen.

1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

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?

[To Marina, whom she takes aside. Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

Bawd. Next, he is the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern the country, you are bound

2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, houses: 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 her 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

I know not.

Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold.

fully receive.
Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thank

Lys. Have you done?

Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her together. [Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boult Lys. Go thy ways-Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade!

Mar. What trade, sir?

Lys. What 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? Were you a gamester at five, or at seven?

Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.
Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims

by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Ly-you to be a creature of sale.
simachus, disguised.

Bout. We should have both lord and lown, the peevish baggage would but give way to

Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds | 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 ye were born t. honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the udgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

Lys. How's this? how's this?-Some more;be sage.

Mar. For me,

That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome sty,
Where, since I came, diseases have been sold'
Dearer than physic,-O that the good gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i'the purer air!

Lys.

I did not think

Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou could'st.

Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

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 woman-kind? Mary come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Bawd. 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 coystrel'
That hither comes inquiring for his tib;
To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy ear

Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for Is liable; thy very food is such

thee:

Perséver still in that clear way thou goest,

And the gods strengthen thee!
Mar. The gods preserve you.
Lys.
For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.-
Hold; here's more gold for thee.-

A curse upon him, die he like a thief,

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:

That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st O that the gods would safely from this place

from me,

It shall be for thy good.

[As Lysimachus is putting up his purse,
Boult enters.

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 up,
Would sink, and overwhelm you all. 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 he
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.
Barod. O abominable!

Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods.

Bawd. Marry, hang her up forever! Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nibleman, 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.

1, Cope or canopy of heaven. (2) Paltry fellow.

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,
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. Bu, amongst honest woman?

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; [Exeunt. come your ways.

Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
That pupils lacks she tone 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;
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 hark.

[Exil.

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

Till the disaster, that, one mortal' 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 durs!

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,'
Which now are midway stopp'd;

She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow maidens, now within
The leafy shelter that abuts against

SCENE I-On board Pericles' ship, off Mity-The island's side.
lene. 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.

U, 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.

You wish me well.

Lys.
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?

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

ness

We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you fur
That for our gold we may provision have,
ther,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

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

Hel.
Sit, sir, I will recount it;
But see, 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?

Hel.
A gallant lady.
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 pay
As thy desires can wish.
Mar.
Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided none but I and my companion

Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. Be suffer'd to come near him.
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 prorogue' 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.

Lys.

And the gods make her prosperous! [Mar. sings.

Come, let us leave her,

Mark'd he your music?

See, she will speak to him

Lys.
Mar. No, nor look'd on us.

Lys.

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,

But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks,

You may, indeed, sir, My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief

Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.-I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in saine ear, Go not till he speak.

[Aside.
Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentage-
To equal mine;-was it not thus? what say you?
Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parent-

age,

You would not do me violence.
Per.
I do think so.
pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.-
You are like something that-What countrywoman?
Here of these shores?
No, nor of any shores:
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
No other than I appear.

Mar.

Per. I am great with wo, and shall deliver weeping.

My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one
My daughter might have been my queen's square
brows;

Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno;
Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them
hungry,

The more she gives them speech.-Where do you
live ?

Mar. Where I am but a stranger; from the deck
You may discern the place.
Per.
Where were you bred?
And how achiev'd you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?'
Mar.
Should I tell my history,
'Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting.
Per. Pr'ythee speak;

Falseness caunot come from thee, for thou look'st
Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace
For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee,
And make my senses credit thy relation,
To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st
Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back,
(Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou
cam'st

Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st
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 indeed
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely.

Per.
Tell thy story;
If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look
Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, iny most kind
virgin?

Recount, I do beseech thee: come, sit by mc.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.
Per.

For I was born at sea.
Per.
At sea? Thy mother?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who died the very minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Deliver'd weeping.

Per.

O, stop there a little
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be.
My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well:-where
were you bred?

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.

Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I did
give o'er.

Per. I will believe you by the syllable
Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave :—
How came you in these parts? where were you bred?
Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave

me;

Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It
may be,

You think me an impostor; no, good faith;
I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be.

Per. Ho, Helicanus !
Hel.
Calls my gracious lord?
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general: Tell me, if thou canst,
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?

Hel.

I know not; but

Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Speaks nobly of her.

Lys.

She would never tell

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,
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,

And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget:
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again! O Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud
As thunder threatens us. This is Marina.-
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
Patience, good sir, For truth can never be confirm'd enough,

O, I am mock'd,
And thot by some incensed god sent hither
To make he world laugh at me.
Mar.

(1) Possess.

(2) i. e. No puppet dress'd up to deceive me.