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Hel. And you, sir, to cut-live the age I am, Enter Gower.

And die as I would do. Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and Lys.

You wish me well. chances

Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs Into an honest house, our story says.

Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, She sings like one immortal, and she dances I made to it, to know of whence you are. As goddess-like to her admired lays:

Hel. First, sir, what is your place ? Deep clerks she dumbs: and with her neeld Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. composes

Hel. Sir, Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king ; berry;

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken That even her a:t sisters the natural roses; To any one, nor taken sustenance, Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:

But to prorogue his grief. That pupils la: ks she none of noble race,

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature ? Who pour their beauty on her; and her gain

Hel. Sir, it would be 100 tedious to repeat; She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place; But the main gref of all springs from the luss And to her father turn our thoughts again,

Of a beloved daughter and a wife Where we left him, on the sea. We there him Lys. May we not see him, then ? lost;


You may indeed, sir, Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd But boutless is your sight; he will not speak Her where his daughter dwells; and on this To any. coast

Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish. Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd Hel. Behuld him, sir : [PERICLEs discovered.] this God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from

was a goodly person, whence

Till the disaster, that, one mortal night, Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

Drove him to this. His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expence ;

Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you ! And to him in his barge with fervour hies.

Hail! In your supposing once more put your sight; Hail, royal sir ! Of heavy Pericles think this the bark:

Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. Where, what is done in action, more, if might,

I Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, 1 durst Shall be discovered ; please you, sit, and hark.


Would win suine words of him.

'Ts well bethought. SCENE I. - On board Pericles' Ship, off Mitylene. She, questionless, with her sweet harmony

A close Pavilion on deck, with a Curtain before it; And other choice attractiuns, would allure, Pericles within it, reclined on a Couch. A Barge And make a battery through his deafen'd parts, lying beside the Tyrian l'essel.

Which now are midway stopp'd :

She, all as happy as of all the fairest, Enter Two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, Is, with her fellow maidens, now within

the other to the barge ; to them HELICANUS. The leafy shelter that abuts against Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus ? he can The island's side. resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene.

[He whispers one of the attendant Lords. O here he is.

Exit Lord, in the barye of LYSIMACHUS. Sır, there's a barge put off from Mitylene,

Hel. Sure all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit And in it is Lysimachus the governor,

That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindWho craves to come aboard. What is your will ?

Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen. We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further,
Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls. That for our gold we may provision have,

Wherein we are not destitute for want,
Enter Two Gentlemen,

But weary for the staleness. 1. Gent. Doth your lordship call ?


O, sir, a courtesy'. Hel. Gentlemen,

Which if we should deny, the most just God There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray For every graff would send a caterpillar, you,

And so aflict our province.

Yet once more To greet them fairly.

Let me entreat to kuow at large the cause [The Gentlemen and the Two Sailors descend. Of your king's sorrow. anil go on board the barge.


Sit, sir, I will recount it;

But, see, I am prevented. Enler, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the

Tyrian Gentlemen, and the Two Sailors. Enter, from the barge, Lord, MARINA, and a young Tyr. Sail. Sir,

Lady: This is the man that can, in aught you would, Lys.

O, here is

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one! Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you:

Is't not a goodly presence ?

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A gallant lady.

Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace

For the crown'd truth to dwell in : I'll believe thee, Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish

And make my senses credit thy relation, No better choice, and think me rarely wed.

To points that seem impossible ; for thou look'st Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends? Expect even here, where is a kingly patient : Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back, If that thy prosperous-artificial feat

(Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou cam'st Can draw him but to answer thee in aught

From good descending? Thy sacred physick shall receive such pay


So indeed I did. As thy desires can wish.

Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Mar. Sir, I will use

Thou badst been toss'd from wrong to injury, My utmost skill in his recovery,

And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal Provided none but I and my companion

mine, Be suffer'd to come near him.

If both were open'd.
Come, let us leave her, Mar.

Some such thing indeed And the gods make her prosperous !

I said, and said no more but what my thoughes

[MARINA sings. Did warrant me was likely. Lys. Mark'd he your musick? Per.

Tell thy story; Mar. No, nor look'd on us.

If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part Lys.

See, she will speak to him. Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I Mar. Hail, sir ! my lord, lend ear:

Have suffer'd like a girl : yet thou dost look Per. Hum! ha!

Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Mar. I am a maid,

Extremity out of act. What were thy friends? My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,

How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks,

virgin ? My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief

Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me. Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh’d. Mar. My name, sir, is Marina. Though wayward fortune did malign my state,


0, I am mock'd, My derivation was from ancestors

And thou by some incensed god sent hither Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:

To make the world laugh at me. But time hath rooted out my parentage,


Patience, good sir, And to the world and aukward casualties

Or here I'll cease. Bound me in servitude. - I will desist;


Nay, I'll be patient; But there is something glows upon my cheek, Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak. To call thyself Marina.

Asue. Mar.

The name Marina, Per. My fortunes - parentage - good parent- Was given me by one that had some power; age

My father, and a king. To equal mine! was it not thus? what say you ? Per.

How! a king's daughter? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my pa- And call'd Marina? rentage,


You said you would believe me; You would not do me violence.

But, not to be a troubler of your peace, Per.

I do think so. I will end here. I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.


But are you flesh and blood ? You are like something that - What country woman? Have you a working pulse ? and are no fairy ? Here of these shores?

No motion ? Well; speak on. Where were you born? Mar.

No, nor of any shores : And wherefore call’d Marina ? Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am


Call'd Marina, No other than I appear.

For I was born at sea. Per. I am great with woc, and shall deliver weep- Per.

At sea ? thy mother? ing.

Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one Who died the very minute I was born, My daughter might have been : my queen's square As my good nurse Lychorida bath oft brows;

Deliver'd weeping. Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;


O, stop there a little ! As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,

This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno; Did mock sad fools withal : this cannot be. Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well :—where hungry,

were you bred ? The more she gives them speech.

Where do you

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, live?

And never interrupt you. Mar. Where I am but a stranger : from the deck Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere test I did You may discern the place.

give o'er. Per.

Where were you bred ? Per. I will believe you by the syllable And how achiev'd you these endowments, which Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave :You make more rich to owe?

How came you in these parts ? where were you bred? Mar.

Should I tell my history, Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave me; "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, Per. Prythee speak;

Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd

may be,

A villain to attempt it, who having drawn,

It nips me unto list’ning, and thick slumber A crew of pirates came and rescued me;

Hangs on mine eye-lids ; let me rest. (He sleeps. Brought me to Mitylene. But, now good sir, Lys. A pillow for his head ; Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? Il [The curtain before the pavilion of Pericles is

closed. You think me an impostor: no, good faith; So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends, I am the daughter to king Pericles,

If this but answer to my just belief, If good king Pericles be.

I'll well remember you. Per. Ho, Helicanus !

(Ereunt LYSIMACHUS, HeliCANUS, Marina, Hel. Calls my gracious lord ?

and attendant Lady.
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general : Tell me, if thou canst,

SCENE II. - The same.
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?

Pericles on the deck asleep ; Diana appearing to
I know not ; but

him as in a vision. Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,

Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee Speaks nobly of her.

thither, Lys. She would never tell

And do upon mine altar sacrifice. Her parentage ; being demanded that,

There, when my maiden priests are met together, She would sit still and weep.

Before the people all,
Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'dd :Ir; Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife :
Give me a gash, put me to present pain ;

To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, And give them repetition to the life.
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,

Perform my bidding, or thou liv’st in woe : And drown me with their sweetness. O, come

Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow. hither,

Awake, and tell thy dream. [Diana disappears. Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;

Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus, I will obey thee! Helicanus !
And found at sea again! - 0 Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud

Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. As thunder threatens us : This is Marina.


Sir. What was thy mother's name ? tell me but that, Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike For truth can never be confirm’d enough,

The inhospitable Cleon ; but I am Though doubts did ever sleep.

For other service first : toward Ephesus Mar.

First, sir, I pray Turn our blown sails ; eftsoons I'll tell thee why. What is your title?

[To HelicaNUS. Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore, (As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect,) And give you gold for such provision My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of As our intents will need ? kingdoms,

Lys. With all my heart, sir; and when you come And another life to Pericles thy father.

ashore, Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than I have another suit. To say, my mother's name was Thaisa ?


You shall prevail, Thaisa was my mother, who did end,

Were it to woo daughter; for it seems The minute I began.

You have been nople towards her. Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my Lys.

Sir, lend your arm. child.

Per. Come, my Marina.

[Ereunt. Give me fresh garments.

Mine own, Helicanus, (Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been,

Enter Gower, before the temple of Diana at

By savage Cleon,) she shall tell thee all ;
When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge,

Gow. Now our sands are almost run;
She is thy very princess. — Who is this?

More a little, and then done. Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,

This, as my last boon, give me, Who, hearing of your melancholy state,

(For such kindness must relieve me,) Did come to see you.

That you aptly will suppose
I embrace you, sir.

What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding. What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what musick? The regent made in Mitylin,
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him

To greet the king. So he has thriv'd,
O’er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,

That he is promis'd to be wiv'd How sure you are my daughter. But what To fair Marina ; but in no wise, musick ?

Till he had done his sacrifice, Hel. My lord, I hear none.

As Dian hade : whereto being bound, Per. None ?

The interim, pray you, all confound, The musick of the spheres : list, my Marina.

In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way. And wishes fall out as they're will’d. Per. Rarest sounds!

At Ephesus, the temple see,
Do ye not hear?

Our king, and all his company.
Musick ? My lord, I hear

That he can hither come so soon,
Per. Most heavenly musick :

Is by your fancy's thankful boon. (Erlo

Will you

SCENE III. — The Temple of Diana at Ephesus ; | Thy burden at the sea, and call’d Marina
Thaisa standing near the Altar, as high Priestess ;

For she was yielded there.

Bless'd, and mine own! a number of Virgins on each side; Cerimon and

Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen! other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending.


I know you not. Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS,

Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from
HELICANUS, Marina, and a Lady.
I left behird an ancient substitute.

Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command, Can you remember what I call'd the man ?
I here confess myself the king of Tyre ;

I have ram'd him uft. Who, frighted from my country, did wed


"Twas Helicanus then. The fair Thajsa, at Pentapolis.

Per. Still confirmation : At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth Embrace him, dear Thaisa ; this is be. A maid-child call’d Marina ; who, () goddess, Now do I long to hear how you were found; Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tbarsus How possibly preserv'd; and whom to thank, Was nurs'd with Cleon; whom at fourteen years Besides the gods, for this great miracle. He sought to murder : but her better stars

Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord ; this man Brought her to Mitylene ; against whose shore Through whom the gods have shown their power; Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,

that can Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she From first to last resolve you. Made known herself my daughter.


Reverend sir, Thai.

Voice and favour ! The gods can have no mortal officer You are, you are - O royal Pericles ! - [She faints. More like a god than you.

deliver Per. What means the woman? she dies ! help, How this dead queen re-lives? gentlemen!


I will, my lord. Cer. Noble sir,

Beseech you, first go with me to my house, If you have told Diana's altar true,

Where shall be shown you all was found with her; This is your wife.

How she came placed here within the temple; Per. Reverend appearer, no;

No needful thing omitted. I threw her o'erboard with these very arms.


Pure Diana! Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.

I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer Per.

'Tis most certain. | My night oblations to thee. Thaisa, Cer. Look to the lady; - 0, she's but o'erjoy'd. This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was

Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now, Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and This ornament that makes me look so dismal, Found there rich jewels ; recover'd her, and plac'd Will I, my lov'd Marina, clip to form ; her

And what this fourteen years no razor touchid, Here in Diana's temple.

To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.
May we see them ?

Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my Sir, that my father's dead. house,

Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is

We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Recover'd.

Will in that kingdom spend our following days; Thai. O, let me look!

Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. If he be none of mine, my sanctity

Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay, Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,

To hear the rest untold. Sir, lead the way. But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,

(Eseunt. Are you not Pericles ? Like him you speak,

Enter GOWER.
Like him you are : Did you not name a tempest,
A birth, and death?

Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have
The voice of dead Thaisa !

heard Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead,

Of monstrous lust the due and just reward : And drown'd.

In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen Per. Immortal Dian!

(Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,) Thai.

Now I know you better. Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, When we with tears parted Pentapolis,

Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last. The king, my father, gave you such a ring.

In Helicanus may you well descry

[Shows a ring. A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty : Per. This, this : no more, you gods! your pre

In reverend Cerimon there well appears sent kindness

The worth that learned charity aye wears. Makes my past miseries sport : You shall do well, For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame That on the touching of her lips I may

Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd name Melt, and no more be seen. 'O come, be buried Of Pericles, to rage the city turn; A second time within these arms.

That him and his they in his palace burn. Mar.

My heart

The gods for murder seemed so content Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.

To punish them; although not done, but meant.

[K'neels to Thaisa. So on your patience evermore attending, Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, New joy wait on you! Here our play has Thaisa ;


[Exit Gower.

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SCENE I. - A Room of State in King Lear's Edm. No, my lord.

Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him hereafter

as my honourable friend. Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND.

Edm. My services to your lordship. Kent. I thought, the king had more affected the Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you duke of Albany, than Cornwall.

better. Glo. It did always seein so to us: but now,

in Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he the dukes he values most; for equalities are so shall again : - · The king is coming. weigh’d, that curiosity in neither can make choice

[Trumpets sound within. of either's moiety. Kent. Is not this your son, my lord ?

Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, Gonerit, Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge :

REGAN, CORDELIA, and Attendants. I have so often blush'd to acknowledge him, that

Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, now I am brazed to it.

Gloster. Kent. I cannot conceive you.

Glo. I shall, my liege. Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could: where

[Exeunt Gloster and Edmund. upon she grew round-wombed; and had, indeed, Lear. Mean-time we shall express our darker sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for

purpose. her bed. Do you smell a fault?

Give me the map there. Know, that we have Kent. I cannot wish the fault undore, the issue

divided, of it being so proper.

In three, our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law, scme To shake all cares and business from our age; year elder than this, who yet is nu dearer in my Conferring thein on younger strengths, while we account: though this knave came somewhat saucily Unburden'd crawl toward death. Our son of into the world before he was sent for, yet was his

Cornwall mother fair ; there was good sport at his making, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, and the whoreson must be acknowledged.

We have this hour a constant will to publish know this noble gentleman, Edmund ?

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