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  <head>DRAMATIS PERSON&AElig;</head> 
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   <castItem type="role"><role id="all.">All</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="ant.">ANTIOCHUS</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="bawd.">Bawd</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="both.">Both</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="boult.">Boult</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="cer.">CERIMON</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="cle.">Cleon</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="daugh.">Daughter of Antiochus</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="dia.">Diana</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="dion.">Dionyza</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="esca.">Escanes</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="first-fish.">First Fisherman</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="first-gent.">First Gentleman</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="first-knight.">First Knight</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="first-lord.">First Lord</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="first-pirate.">First Pirate</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="first-sail.">First Sailor</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="first-serv.">First Servant</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="gow.">Gower</role></castItem>
   <castItem type="role"><role id="hel.">Helicanus</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="knights.">Knights</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="leon.">Leonine</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="lord.">Lord</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="lyc.">Lychorida</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="lys.">LYSIMACHUS</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="mar.">Marina</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="marshal.">Marshal</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="mess.">Messenger</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="pand.">Pandar</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="per.">Pericles</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="phil.">Philemon</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="sec.-fish.">Second Fisherman</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="sec.-gent.">Second Gentleman</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="sec.-knight.">Second Knight</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="sec.-lord.">Second Lord</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="sec.-pirate.">Second Pirate</role></castItem>
   <castItem type="role"><role id="sec.-sail.">Second Sailor</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="serv.">Servant</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="sim.">Simonides</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="thai.">Thaisa</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="thal.">Thaliard</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="third-fish.">Third Fisherman</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="third-knight.">Third Knight</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="third-lord.">Third Lord</role></castItem> 
   <castItem type="role"><role id="third-pirate.">Third Pirate</role></castItem>
   <castItem type="role"><role id="tyr.-sail.">Tyrian Sailor</role></castItem> 
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<div1 type="act" n="1"> 
<head>ACT I</head> 
 <div2 type="scene" n="chorus"> 
  <stage type="entrance">Enter GOWER.</stage>
  <stage type="setting">Before the palace of Antioch.</stage>
  <sp who="gow."><speaker>Gow.</speaker>
   <p><lb/>To sing a song that old was sung,
    <lb/>From ashes ancient Gower is come;
    <lb/>Assuming man's infirmities,
    <lb/>To glad your ear, and please your eyes.
    <lb/>It hath been sung at festivals,
    <lb/>On ember-eves and holy-ales;
    <lb/>And lords and ladies in their lives
    <lb/>Have read it for restoratives:
    <lb/>The purchase is to make men glorious;
    <lb ed="G" n="10"/>Et bonum quo antiquius, eo melius.       
    <lb/>If you, born in these latter times,
    <lb/>When wit's more ripe, accept my rhymes,
    <lb/>And that to hear an old man sing
    <lb/>May to your wishes pleasure bring,
    <lb/>I life would wish, and that I might
    <lb/>Waste it for you, like taper-light.
    <lb/>This Antioch, then, Antiochus the Great
    <lb/>Built up, this city, for his chiefest seat;
    <lb/>The fairest in all Syria,
    <lb ed="G" n="20"/>I tell you what mine authors say:          
    <lb/>This king unto him took a fere,
    <lb/>Who died and left a female heir,
    <lb/>So buxom, so blithe, and full of face,
    <lb/>As heaven had lent her all his grace;
    <lb/>With whom the father liking took,
    <lb/>And her to incest did provoke:
    <lb/>Bad child; worse father! to entice his own
    <lb/>To evil should be done by none:
    <lb/>But custom what they did begin
    <lb ed="G" n="30"/>Was with long use account no sin.        
    <lb/>The beauty of this sinful dame
    <lb/>Made many princes thither frame,
    <lb/>To seek her as a bed-fellow,
    <lb/>In marriage-pleasures play-fellow:
    <lb/>Which to prevent he made a law,
    <lb/>To keep her still, and men in awe,
    <lb/>That whoso ask'd her for his wife,
    <lb/>His riddle told not, lost his life:
    <lb/>So for her many a wight did die,
    <lb ed="G" n="40"/>As yon grim looks do testify.            
    <lb/>What now ensues, to the judgement of your eye
    <lb/>I give, my cause who best can justify.
    <stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></p>
  </sp>
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<div2 type="scene" n="1"> 
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"> Antioch. A room in the palace. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter ANTIOCHUS, PRINCE PERICLES, and followers.</stage>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Young prince of Tyre, you have at large received
<lb/></l><l>The danger of the task you undertake.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul
<lb/></l><l>Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,
<lb/></l><l>Think death no hazard in this enterprise.</l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,
<lb/></l><l>For the embracements even of Jove himself;
<lb/></l><l>At whose conception, till Lucina reign'd,
<lb/></l><l>Nature this dowry gave, to glad her presence,
<lb/></l><l n="10">The senate-house of planets all did sit,   
<lb/></l><l>To knit in her their best perfections.
<lb/><stage>Music.</stage> <stage type="entrance">Enter the Daughter of Antiochus.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>See where she comes, apparell'd like the spring,
<lb/></l><l>Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
<lb/></l><l>Of every virtue gives renown to men!
<lb/></l><l>Her face the book of praises, where is read
<lb/></l><l>Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
<lb/></l><l>Sorrow were ever razed, and testy wrath
<lb/></l><l>Could never be her mild companion.
<lb/></l><l>You gods that made me man, and sway in love,
<lb/></l><l n="20">That have inflamed desire in my breast     
<lb/></l><l>To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree,
<lb/></l><l>Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
<lb/></l><l>As I am son and servant to your will,
<lb/></l><l>To compass such a boundless happiness!</l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Prince Pericles,--</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>That would be son to great Antiochus.</l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Before thee stands this fair Hesperides,
<lb/></l><l>With golden fruit, but dangerous to be touch'd;
<lb/></l><l>For death-like dragons here affright thee hard:
<lb/></l><l n="30">Her face, like heaven, enticeth thee to view 
<lb/></l><l>Her countless glory, which desert must gain;
<lb/></l><l>And which, without desert, because thine eye
<lb/></l><l>Presumes to reach, all thy whole heap must die.
<lb/></l><l>Yon sometimes famous princes, like thyself,
<lb/></l><l>Drawn by report, adventurous by desire,
<lb/></l><l>Tell thee, with speechless tongues and semblance pale,
<lb/></l><l>That without covering, save yon field of stars,
<lb/></l><l>Here they stand martyrs, slain in Cupid's wars;
<lb/></l><l>And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist
<lb/></l><l>For going on death's net, whom none resist. </l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath
<lb n="41"/> taught
<lb/></l><l>My frail mortality to know itself,
<lb/></l><l>And by those fearful objects to prepare
<lb/></l><l>This body, like to them, to what I must;
<lb/></l><l>For death remember'd should be like a mirror,
<lb/></l><l>Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error.
<lb/></l><l>I'll make my will then, and, as sick men do
<lb/></l><l>Who know the world, see heaven, but, feeling woe,
<lb/></l><l>Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did;
<lb/></l><l n="50">So I bequeath a happy peace to you         
<lb/></l><l>And all good men, as every prince should do;
<lb/></l><l>My riches to the earth from whence they came;
<lb/></l><l>But my unspotted fire of love to you. <stage>    [To the daughter of Antiochus.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>Thus ready for the way of life or death,
<lb/></l><l>I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus.</l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Scorning advice, read the conclusion then:
<lb/></l><l>Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed,
<lb/></l><l>As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed.</l></sp>
<sp who="daugh."><speaker>Daugh.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Of all say'd yet, mayst thou prove prosperous!
<lb/></l><l n="60">Of all say'd yet, I wish thee happiness!   </l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Like a bold champion, I assume the lists,
<lb/></l><l>Nor ask advice of any other thought
<lb/></l><l>But faithfulness and courage.
              <stage>He reads the riddle.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>I am no viper, yet I feed
<lb/></l><l>On mother's flesh which did me breed.
<lb/></l><l>I sought a husband, in which labor
<lb/></l><l>I found that kindness in a father:
<lb/></l><l>He's father, son, and husband mild;
<lb/></l><l>I mother, wife, and yet his child.
<lb/></l><l n="70">How they may be, and yet in two,     
<lb/></l><l>As you will live, resolve it you.
<lb/></l><l>Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers
<lb/></l><l>That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts,
<lb/></l><l>Why cloud they not their sights perpetually,
<lb/></l><l>If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?
<lb/></l><l>Fair glass of light, I loved you, and could still,
<stage>  [Takes hold of the hand of the Princess.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>Were not this glorious casket stored with ill:
<lb/></l><l>But I must tell you, now my thoughts revolt;
<lb/></l><l n="79">For he's no man on whom perfections wait 
<lb/></l><l>That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
<lb/></l><l>You are a fair viol, and your sense the strings;
<lb/></l><l>Who, finger'd to make man his lawful music,
<lb/></l><l>Would draw heaven down, and all the gods, to hearken;
<lb/></l><l>But being play'd upon before your time,
<lb/></l><l>Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.
<lb/></l><l>Good sooth, I care not for you.</l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Prince Pericles, touch not, upon thy life,
<lb/></l><l>For that's an article within our law,
<lb/></l><l>As dangerous as the rest. Your time's expired:
<lb/></l><l>Either expound now, or receive your sentence.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="91">Great king,                           
<lb/></l><l>Few love to hear the sins they love to act;
<lb/></l><l>'Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it.
<lb/></l><l>Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
<lb/></l><l>He's more secure to keep it shut than shown:
<lb/></l><l>For vice repeated is like the wandering wind,
<lb/></l><l>Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself;
<lb/></l><l>And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,
<lb/></l><l>The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear
<lb/></l><l n="100">To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casts 
<lb/></l><l>Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is throng'd
<lb/></l><l>By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die for't.
<lb/></l><l>Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will;
<lb/></l><l>And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?
<lb/></l><l>It is enough you know; and it is fit,
<lb/></l><l>What being more known grows worse, to smother it.
<lb/></l><l>All love the womb that their first being bred,
<lb/></l><l>Then give my tongue like leave to love my head.</l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>Heaven, that I had thy head! he has found the meaning:
<lb/></l><l n="110">But I will gloze with him.--Young prince of Tyre,              
<lb/></l><l>Though by the tenor of our strict edict,
<lb/></l><l>Your exposition misinterpreting,
<lb/></l><l>We might proceed to cancel of your days;
<lb/></l><l>Yet hope, succeeding from so fair a tree
<lb/></l><l>As your fair self, doth tune us otherwise:
<lb/></l><l>Forty days longer we do respite you;
<lb/></l><l>If by which time our secret be undone,
<lb/></l><l>This mercy shows we'll joy in such a son:
<lb/></l><l>And until then your entertain shall be
<lb/></l><l n="120">As doth befit our honour and your worth. 
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt all but Pericles.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>How courtesy would seem to cover sin,
<lb/></l><l>When what is done is like an hypocrite,
<lb/></l><l>The which is good in nothing but in sight!
<lb/></l><l>If it be true that I interpret false,
<lb/></l><l>Then were it certain you were not so bad
<lb/></l><l>As with foul incest to abuse your soul;
<lb/></l><l>Where now you're both a father and a son,
<lb/></l><l>By your untimely claspings with your child,
<lb/></l><l>Which pleasure fits an husband, not a father;
<lb/></l><l n="130">And she an eater of her mother's flesh,   
<lb/></l><l>By the defiling of her parent's bed;
<lb/></l><l>And both like serpents are, who though they feed
<lb/></l><l>On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.
<lb/></l><l>Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men
<lb/></l><l>Blush not in actions blacker than the night,
<lb/></l><l>Will shun no course to keep them from the light.
<lb/></l><l>One sin, I know, another doth provoke;
<lb/></l><l>Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke:
<lb/></l><l>Poison and treason are the hands of sin,
<lb/></l><l n="140">Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame: 
<lb/></l><l>Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear,
<lb/></l><l>By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">             Re-enter ANTIOCHUS.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>He hath found the meaning, for which we mean
<lb/></l><l>To have his head.
<lb/></l><l>He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy,
<lb/></l><l>Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin
<lb/></l><l>In such a loathed manner;
<lb/></l><l>And therefore instantly this prince must die;
<lb/></l><l>For by his fall my honour must keep high.
<lb/></l><l part="I">Who attends us there?
<stage type="entrance">                Enter THALIARD.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="thal."><speaker>Thal.</speaker> 
<l n="150" part="F">Doth your highness call? </l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thaliard,
<lb/></l><l>You are of our chamber, and our mind partakes
<lb/></l><l>Her private actions to your secrecy;
<lb/></l><l>And for your faithfulness we will advance you.
<lb/></l><l>Thaliard, behold, here's poison, and here's gold;
<lb/></l><l>We hate the prince of Tyre, and thou must kill him:
<lb/></l><l>It fits thee not to ask the reason why,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Because we bid it. Say, is it done?</l></sp>
<sp who="thal."><speaker>Thal.</speaker> 
<l part="F">My lord,
<lb/></l><l>'Tis done.</l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="160">Enough.                             
<stage type="entrance">              Enter a Messenger.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>Let your breath cool yourself, telling your haste.</l></sp>
<sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">My lord, prince Pericles is fled.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<l part="F">As thou
<lb/></l><l>Wilt live, fly after: and like an arrow shot
<lb/></l><l>From a well-experienced archer hits the mark
<lb/></l><l>His eye doth level at, so thou ne'er return
<lb/></l><l>Unless thou say 'Prince Pericles is dead.'</l></sp>
<sp who="thal."><speaker>Thal.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My lord,
<lb/></l><l>If I can get him within my pistol's length,
<lb/></l><l>I'll make him sure enough: so, farewell to your highness.</l></sp>
<sp who="ant."><speaker>Ant.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thaliard, adieu!  <stage type="exit">[Exit Thal.]</stage> Till
<lb/></l><l n="170">Pericles be dead, 
<lb/></l><l>My heart can lend no succour to my head.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
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  <div2 type="scene" n="2"> 
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting"> Tyre.   A room in the palace. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">                Enter PERICLES.</stage>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
 <stage>[To Lords without]</stage>
<lb/><l>Let none disturb us.--Why should this change of thoughts,
<lb/></l><l>The sad companion, dull-eyed melancholy,
<lb/></l><l>Be my so used a guest as not an hour,
<lb/></l><l>In the day's glorious walk, or peaceful night,
<lb/></l><l>The tomb where grief should sleep, can breed me quiet?
<lb/></l><l>Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun them,
<lb/></l><l>And danger, which I fear'd, is at Antioch,
<lb/></l><l>Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here:
<lb/></l><l>Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits,
<lb/></l><l n="10">Nor yet the other's distance comfort me.   
<lb/></l><l>Then it is thus: the passions of the mind,
<lb/></l><l>That have their first conception by mis-dread,
<lb/></l><l>Have after-nourishment and life by care;
<lb/></l><l>And what was first but fear what might be done,
<lb/></l><l>Grows elder now and cares it be not done.
<lb/></l><l>And so with me: the great Antiochus,
<lb/></l><l>'Gainst whom I am too little to contend,
<lb/></l><l>Since he's so great can make his will his act,
<lb/></l><l>Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence;
<lb/></l><l n="20">Nor boots it me to say I honor him,      
<lb/></l><l>If he suspect I may dishonor him:
<lb/></l><l>And what may make him   blush in being known,
<lb/></l><l>He'll stop the course by which it might be known;
<lb/></l><l>With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land,
<lb/></l><l>And with the ostent of war will look so huge,
<lb/></l><l>Amazement shall drive courage from the state;
<lb/></l><l>Our men be vanquish'd' ere they do resist,
<lb/></l><l>And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence:
<lb/></l><l>Which care of them, not pity of myself,
<lb/></l><l n="30">Who am no more but as the tops of trees, 
<lb/></l><l>Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them,
<lb/></l><l>Makes both my body pine and soul to languish,
<lb/></l><l>And punish that before that he would punish.
<stage type="entrance">     Enter HELICANUS, with other LORDS.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast!</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-lord."><speaker>Sec. Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>And keep your mind, till you return to us,
<lb/></l><l>Peaceful and comfortable!</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Peace, peace, and give experience tongue.
<lb/></l><l>They do abuse the king that flatter him:
<lb/></l><l>For flattery is the bellows blows up sin;
<lb/></l><l>The thing the which is flatter'd, but a spark, 
<lb/></l><l>To which that blast gives heat and stronger
<lb n="41"/> glowing;
<lb/></l><l>Whereas reproof, obedient and in order,
<lb/></l><l>Fits kings, as they are men, for they may err.
<lb/></l><l>When Signior Sooth here does proclaim a peace,
<lb/></l><l>He flatters you, makes war upon your life.
<lb/></l><l>Prince, pardon me, or strike me, if you please;
<lb/></l><l>I cannot be much lower than my knees.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>All leave us else; but let your cares o'erlook
<lb/></l><l>What shipping and what lading's in our haven,
<lb/></l><l>And then return to us.   <stage type="exit">Exeunt Lords.</stage>
<lb/></l><l n="50">Helicanus, thou   
<lb/></l><l>Hast moved us: what seest thou in our looks?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>An angry brow, dread lord.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>If there be such a dart in princes' frowns,
<lb/></l><l>How durst thy tongue move anger to our face?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>How dare the plants look up to heaven, from whence
<lb/></l><l part="I">They have their nourishment?</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Thou know'st I have power
<lb/></l><l>To take thy life from thee.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Kneeling]</stage>
<lb/><l>I have ground the axe myself;
<lb/></l><l part="I">Do you but strike the blow.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Rise, prithee, rise.
<lb/></l><l n="60">Sit down: thou art no flatterer:             
<lb/></l><l>I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid
<lb/></l><l>That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid!
<lb/></l><l>Fit counsellor and servant for a prince,
<lb/></l><l>Who by thy wisdom   makest a prince thy servant,
<lb/></l><l part="I">What wouldst thou have me do?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<l part="F">To bear with patience
<lb/></l><l>Such griefs as you yourself do lay upon yourself.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus,
<lb/></l><l>That minister'st a potion unto me
<lb/></l><l>That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself.
<lb/></l><l n="70">Attend me, then: I went to Antioch,       
<lb/></l><l>Where as thou know'st, against the face of death,
<lb/></l><l>I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty,
<lb/></l><l>From whence an issue I might propagate,

<lb/></l><l>Are arms to princes, and bring joys to subjects.
<lb/></l><l>Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder;
<lb/></l><l>The rest--hark in thine ear--as black as incest:
<lb/></l><l>Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father
<lb/></l><l>Seem'd not to strike, but smooth: but thou know'st this,
<lb/></l><l>'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
<lb/></l><l n="80">Which fear so grew in me, I hither fled, 
<lb/></l><l>Under the covering of a careful night,
<lb/></l><l>Who seem'd my good protector; and, being here,
<lb/></l><l>Bethought me what was past, what might succeed.
<lb/></l><l>I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
<lb/></l><l>Decrease not, but grow faster than the years:
<lb/></l><l>And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth,
<lb/></l><l>That I should open to the listening air
<lb/></l><l>How many worthy princes' bloods were shed,
<lb/></l><l>To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
<lb/></l><l>To lop that doubt, he'll fill this land with arms,
<lb/></l><l n="91">And make pretence of wrong that I have done him; 
<lb/></l><l>When all, for mine, if I may call offence,
<lb/></l><l>Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence:
<lb/></l><l>Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Who now reprovest me for it,--</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<l part="F">          Alas, sir!</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks,
<lb/></l><l>Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts
<lb/></l><l>How I might stop this tempest ere it came;
<lb/></l><l>And finding little comfort to relieve them,
<lb/></l><l n="100">I thought it princely charity to grieve them.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Well, my lord, since you have given me leave to speak,
<lb/></l><l>Freely will I speak. Antiochus you fear,
<lb/></l><l>And justly too, I think, you fear the tyrant,
<lb/></l><l>Who either by public war or private treason
<lb/></l><l>Will take away your life.
<lb/></l><l>Therefore, my lord, go travel for a while,
<lb/></l><l>Till that his rage and anger be forgot,
<lb/></l><l n="109">Or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life.
<lb/></l><l>Your rule direct to any; if to me,
<lb/></l><l>Day serves not light more faithful than I'll be.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I do not doubt thy faith;            
<lb/></l><l>But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>We'll mingle our bloods together in the earth,
<lb/></l><l>From whence we had our being and our birth.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus
<lb/></l><l>Intend my travel, where I'll hear from thee;
<lb/></l><l>And by whose letters I'll dispose myself.
<lb/></l><l>The care I had and have of subjects' good
<lb/></l><l>On thee I lay, whose wisdom's strength can bear it.
<lb/></l><l>I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath:
<lb/></l><l n="121">Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both:  
<lb/></l><l>But in our orbs we'll live so round and safe,
<lb/></l><l>That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince,
<lb/></l><l>Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="3"> 
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">Tyre.   An ante-chamber in the Palace. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">                Enter THALIARD.</stage>
<sp who="thal."><speaker>Thal.</speaker> 
<p>So, this is Tyre, and this the court.
<lb/>Here must I kill King Pericles; and if I do it
<lb/>not, I am sure to be hanged at home: 'tis dangerous.   
<lb/>Well, I perceive he was a wise fellow,
<lb/>and had good discretion, that, being bid to
<lb/>ask what he would of the king, desired he
<lb/>might know none of his secrets: now do I see
<lb/>he had some reason for't; for if a king bid a
<lb/>man be a villain, he's bound by the indenture
<lb/>of his oath to be one! Hush! here come the 
<lb/>lords of Tyre.                      
<stage type="entrance">Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES, with other              Lords of Tyre.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>You shall not need, my fellow peers
<lb n="10"/> of Tyre,
<lb/></l><l>Further to question me of your king's departure:
<lb/></l><l>His seal'd commission, left in trust with me,
<lb/></l><l>Doth speak sufficiently he's gone to travel.</l></sp>
<sp who="thal."><speaker>Thal.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>How! the king gone!</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>If further yet you will be satisfied,
<lb/></l><l>Why, as it were unlicensed of your loves,
<lb/></l><l>He would depart, I'll give some light unto you.
<lb/></l><l>Being at Antioch--</l></sp>
<sp who="thal."><speaker>Thal.</speaker> 
       <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>What from Antioch?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="20">Royal Antiochus--on what cause I know not--     
<lb/></l><l>Took some displeasure at him; at least he     judged so: 
<lb/></l><l>And doubting lest that he had err'd or sinn'd,
<lb/></l><l>To show his sorrow, he'ld correct himself;
<lb/></l><l>So puts himself unto the shipman's toil,
<lb/></l><l>With whom each minute threatens life or death.</l></sp>
<sp who="thal."><speaker>Thal.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>Well, I perceive
<lb/></l><l>I shall not be hang'd now, although I would;
<lb/></l><l>But since he's gone, the king's seas must please:
<lb/></l><l>He 'scaped the land, to perish at the sea.
<lb/></l><l n="30">I'll present myself.   Peace to the lords of Tyre!                 </l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.</l></sp>
<sp who="thal."><speaker>Thal.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>From him I come
<lb/></l><l>With message unto princely Pericles;
<lb/></l><l>But since my landing I have understood
<lb/></l><l>Your lord has betook himself to unknown travels,
<lb/></l><l>My message must return from whence it came.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>We have no reason to desire it,
<lb/></l><l>Commended to our master, not to us:
<lb/></l><l n="39">Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire, 
<lb/></l><l>As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
    <div2 type="scene" n="4"> 
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting">Tarsus. A room in the Governor's house. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter CLEON, the governor of Tarsus, with               DIONYZA, and others.</stage>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My Dionyza, shall we rest us here,
<lb/></l><l>And by relating tales of others' griefs,
<lb/></l><l>See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it;
<lb/></l><l>For who digs hills because they do aspire
<lb/></l><l>Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.
<lb/></l><l>O my distressed lord, even such our griefs are;
<lb/></l><l>Here they're but felt, and seen with mischief's eyes,
<lb/></l><l>But like to groves, being topp'd, they higher rise.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="10">O Dionyza,                          
<lb/></l><l>Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it,
<lb/></l><l>Or can conceal his hunger till he famish?
<lb/></l><l>Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep
<lb/></l><l>Our woes into the air; our eyes do weep,
<lb/></l><l>Till tongues fetch breath that may proclaim them louder;
<lb/></l><l>That, if heaven slumber while their creatures want,
<lb/></l><l>They may awake their helps to comfort them.
<lb/></l><l>I'll then discourse our woes, felt several years,
<lb/></l><l>And wanting breath to speak help me with tears.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="20">I'll do my best, sir.                 </l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>This Tarsus, o'er which I have the government,
<lb/></l><l>A city on whom plenty held full hand,
<lb/></l><l>For riches strew'd herself even in the streets;
<lb/></l><l>Whose towers bore heads so high they kiss'd the clouds,
<lb/></l><l>And strangers ne'er beheld but wonder'd at;
<lb/></l><l>Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'd,
<lb/></l><l>Like one another's glass to trim them by:
<lb/></l><l>Their tables were stored full, to glad the sight,
<lb/></l><l>And not so much to feed on as delight;
<lb/></l><l>All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great,
<lb/></l><l>The name of help grew odious to repeat.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>O, 'tis too true.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>But see what heaven can do!   By this our change,
<lb/></l><l>These mouths, who but of late, earth, sea, and air,
<lb/></l><l>Were all too little to content and please,
<lb/></l><l>Although they gave their creatures in abundance,
<lb/></l><l>As houses are defiled for want of use,
<lb/></l><l>They are now starved for want of exercise:
<lb/></l><l>Those palates who, not yet two summers younger,
<lb/></l><l n="40">Must have inventions to delight the taste, 
<lb/></l><l>Would now be glad of bread, and beg for it:
<lb/></l><l>Those mothers who, to nousle up their babes,
<lb/></l><l>Thought nought too curious, are ready now
<lb/></l><l>To eat those little darlings whom they loved.
<lb/></l><l>So sharp are hunger's teeth, that man and wife
<lb/></l><l>Draw lots who first shall die to lengthen life:
<lb/></l><l>Here stands a lord, and there a lady weeping;
<lb/></l><l>Here many sink, yet those which see them fall
<lb/></l><l>Have scarce strength left to give them burial.
<lb/></l><l n="50">Is not this true?                               </l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>O, let those cities that of plenty's cup
<lb/></l><l>And her prosperities so largely taste,
<lb/></l><l>With their superfluous riots, hear these tears!
<lb/></l><l>The misery of Tarsus may be theirs.
<stage type="entrance">                  Enter a Lord.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="lord."><speaker>Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Where's the lord governor?</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Here.
<lb/></l><l>Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st in haste,
<lb/></l><l>For comfort is too far for us to expect.</l></sp>
<sp who="lord."><speaker>Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="60">We have descried, upon our neighboring shore,   
<lb/></l><l>A portly sail of ships make hitherward.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I thought as much.
<lb/></l><l>One sorrow never comes but brings an heir,
<lb/></l><l>That may succeed as his inheritor;
<lb/></l><l>And so in ours: some neighboring nation,
<lb/></l><l>Taking advantage of our misery,
<lb/></l><l>Hath stuff'd these hollow vessels with their power,
<lb/></l><l>To beat us down, the which are down already;
<lb/></l><l>And make a conquest of unhappy me,
<lb/></l><l n="70">Whereas no glory's got to overcome.        </l></sp>
<sp who="lord."><speaker>Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>That's the least fear; for, by the semblance
<lb/></l><l>Of their white flags display'd, they bring us peace,
<lb/></l><l>And come to us as favorers, not as foes.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thou speak'st like him's untutor'd to repeat:
<lb/></l><l>Who makes the fairest show means most deceit.
<lb/></l><l>But bring they what they will and what they can,
<lb/></l><l>What need we fear?
<lb/></l><l>The ground's the lowest, and we are half way there.
<lb/></l><l>Go tell their general we attend him here,
<lb/></l><l n="80">To know for what he comes, and whence he comes,     
<lb/></l><l>And what he craves.</l></sp>
<sp who="lord."><speaker>Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I go, my lord.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist;
<lb/></l><l>If wars, we are unable to resist.
<stage type="entrance">Enter PERICLES with Attendants. </stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Lord governor, for so we hear you are,
<lb/></l><l>Let not our ships and number of our men
<lb/></l><l>Be like a beacon fired to amaze your eyes.
<lb/></l><l>We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre,
<lb/></l><l>And seen the desolation of your streets:
<lb/></l><l n="90">Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, 
<lb/></l><l>But to relieve them of their heavy load;
<lb/></l><l>And these our ships, you happily may think
<lb/></l><l>Are like the Trojan horse was stuff'd within
<lb/></l><l>With bloody veins, expecting overthrow,
<lb/></l><l>Are stored with corn to make your needy bread,
<lb/></l><l>And give them life whom hunger starved half dead.</l></sp>
<sp who="all."><speaker>All.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>The gods of Greece protect you!
<lb/></l><l part="I">And we'll pray for you.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Arise, I pray you, rise:
<lb/></l><l n="99">We do not look for reverence, but for love, 
<lb/></l><l>And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>The which when any shall not gratify,
<lb/></l><l>Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought,
<lb/></l><l>Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves,
<lb/></l><l>The curse of heaven and men succeed their evils!
<lb/></l><l>Till when,--the which I hope shall ne'er be seen,--
<lb/></l><l>Your grace is welcome to our town and us.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Which welcome we'll accept; feast here awhile,
<lb/></l><l>Until our stars that frown lend us a smile.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
</div1> 
 
<div1 type="act" n="2"> 
<head>ACT II</head> 
<div2 type="scene" n="chorus"> 
<stage type="entrance">Enter GOWER.</stage>
<sp who="gow."><speaker>Gow.</speaker>
<lb/><l>Here have you seen a mighty king
<lb/></l><l>His child, I wis, to incest bring;
<lb/></l><l>A better prince and benign lord,
<lb/></l><l>That will prove awful both in deed and word.
<lb/></l><l>Be quiet then as men should be,
<lb/></l><l>Till he hath pass'd necessity.
<lb/></l><l>I'll show you those in troubles reign,
<lb/></l><l>Losing a mite, a mountain gain.
<lb/></l><l>The good in conversation,
<lb/></l><l n="10">To whom I give my benison,               
<lb/></l><l>Is still at Tarsus, where each man
<lb/></l><l>Thinks all is writ he speken can;
<lb/></l><l>And, to remember what he does,
<lb/></l><l>Build his statue to make him glorious:
<lb/></l><l>But tidings to the contrary
<lb/></l><l>Are brought your eyes; what need speak I?
               <lb/><stage> DUMB SHOW.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter at one door PERICLES talking with
<lb/>CLEON; all the train with them. Enter at
<lb/>another door a Gentleman, with a letter to 
<lb/>PERICLES; PERICLES shows the letter to
<lb/>CLEON; gives the Messenger a reward, and
<lb/>knights him.</stage><stage type="exit">Exit PERICLES at one door, 
<lb/>and CLEON at another.</stage> 
<lb/></l><l>Good Helicane, that stay'd at home.
<lb/></l><l>Not to eat honey like a drone
<lb/></l><l>From others' labors; for though he strive
<lb/></l><l n="20">To killen bad, keep good alive;          
<lb/></l><l>And to fulfil his prince' desire,
<lb/></l><l>Sends word of all that haps in Tyre:
<lb/></l><l>How Thaliard came full bent with sin
<lb/></l><l>And had intent to murder him;
<lb/></l><l>And that in Tarsus was not best
<lb/></l><l>Longer for him to make his rest.
<lb/></l><l>He, doing so, put forth to seas,
<lb/></l><l>Where when men been, there's seldom ease;
<lb/></l><l>For now the wind begins to blow;
<lb/></l><l n="30">Thunder above and deeps below         
<lb/></l><l>Make such unquiet, that the ship
<lb/></l><l>Should house him safe is wreck'd and split;
<lb/></l><l>And he, good prince, having all lost,
<lb/></l><l>By waves from coast to coast is tost:
<lb/></l><l>All perishen of man, of pelf,
<lb/></l><l>Ne aught escapen but himself;
<lb/></l><l>Till fortune, tired with doing bad,
<lb/></l><l>Threw him ashore, to give him glad:
<lb/></l><l>And here he comes. What shall be next,
<lb/></l><l n="40">Pardon old Gower,--this longs the text. 
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="1"> 
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"> Pentapolis. An open place by the sea-side. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">             Enter PERICLES, wet.</stage>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
<lb/></l><l>Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man
<lb/></l><l>Is but a substance that must yield to you;
<lb/></l><l>And I, as fits my nature, do obey you:
<lb/></l><l>Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks,
<lb/></l><l>Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath
<lb/></l><l>Nothing to think on but ensuing death:
<lb/></l><l>Let it suffice the greatness of your powers
<lb/></l><l>To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes;
<lb/></l><l n="10">And having thrown him from your watery grave, 
<lb/></l><l>Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave.
<stage type="entrance">             Enter three Fishermen.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>What, ho, Pilch!</p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Ha, come and bring away the
<lb/>nets! </p></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>What, Patch-breech, I say!</p></sp>
<sp who="third-fish."><speaker>Third Fish.</speaker> 
<p>What say you, master?</p></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Look how thou stirrest now!
<lb/>come away, or I'll fetch thee with a wanion. </p></sp>
<sp who="third-fish."><speaker>Third Fish.</speaker> 
<p>'Faith, master, I am thinking
<lb/>of the poor men that were cast away before 
<lb n="20"/>us even now.                                     </p></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Alas, poor souls, it grieved my
<lb/>heart to hear what pitiful cries they made to 
<lb/>us to help them, when, well-a-day, we could 
<lb/>scarce help ourselves. </p></sp>
<sp who="third-fish."><speaker>Third Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Nay, master, said not I as
<lb/>much when I saw the porpus how he bounced 
<lb/>and tumbled? they say they're half fish, half 
<lb/>flesh: a plague on them, they ne'er come but 
<lb/>I look to be washed.   Master, I marvel how
<lb n="30"/>the fishes live in the sea.                    </p></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker>
<p>Why, as men do a-land; the
<lb/>great ones eat up the little ones: I can compare 
<lb/>our rich misers to nothing so fitly as to 
<lb/>a whale; a' plays and tumbles, driving the poor
<lb/>fry before him, and at last devours them all
<lb/>at a mouthful: such whales have I heard on
<lb/>o' the land, who never leave gaping till they've
<lb/>swallowed the whole parish, church, steeple,
<lb/>bells, and all. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb n="39"/><p>A pretty moral.</p></sp>
<sp who="third-fish."><speaker>Third Fish.</speaker> 
<p>But, master, if I had been the
<lb/>sexton, I would have been that day in the 
<lb/>belfry.                                        </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Why, man?</p></sp>
<sp who="third-fish."><speaker>Third Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Because he should have swallowed 
<lb/>me too; and when I had been in his 
<lb/>belly, I would have kept such a jangling of 
<lb/>the bells, that he should never have left, till 
<lb/>he cast bells, steeple, church, and parish up 
<lb/>again. But if the good King Simonides were 
<lb/>of my mind,-- </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><p n="49">Simonides!                  </p></sp>
<sp who="third-fish."><speaker>Third Fish.</speaker> 
<p>We would purge the land of
<lb/>these drones, that rob the bee of her honey. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>How from the finny subject of  the sea 
<lb/></l><l>These fishers tell the infirmities of men;
<lb/></l><l>And from their watery empire recollect
<lb/></l><l>All that may men approve or men detect!
<lb/></l><l>Peace be at your labor, honest fishermen.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Honest! good fellow, what's
<lb/>that? If it be a day fits you, search out of
<lb/>the calendar, and nobody look after it. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>May see the sea hath cast upon your
<lb n="60"/>     coast.                                     </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>What a drunken knave was the
<lb/>sea to cast thee in our way! </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A man whom both the waters and the     wind, 
<lb/></l><l>In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball
<lb/></l><l>For them to play upon, entreats you pity him; 
<lb/></l><l>He asks of you, that never used to beg.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>No, friend, cannot you beg?
<lb/>Here's them in our country of Greece gets
<lb/>more with begging than we can do with working. </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Canst thou catch any fishes, then?</p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><p n="71">I never practised it.                 </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Nay, then thou wilt starve, sure;
<lb/>for here's nothing to be got now-a-days, 
<lb/>unless thou canst fish for't. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>What I have been I have forgot to     know; 
<lb/></l><l>But what I am, want teaches me to think on:
<lb/></l><l>A man throng'd up with cold: my veins are     chill, 
<lb/></l><l>And have no more of life than may suffice
<lb/></l><l>To give my tongue that heat to ask your help;
<lb/></l><l n="80">Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
<lb/></l><l>For that I am a man, pray see me buried.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Die quoth-a?  Now gods forbid!  
<lb/>I have a gown here; come, put it on; 
<lb/>keep thee warm. Now, afore me, a handsome 
<lb/>fellow! Come, thou shalt go home, and we'll 
<lb/>have flesh for holidays, fish for fasting-days, 
<lb/>and moreo'er puddings and flap-jacks, and 
<lb/>thou shalt be welcome. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>I thank you, sir.</p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Hark you, my friend; you said
<lb n="90"/>you could not beg.                            </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>I did but crave.</p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>But crave! Then I'll turn craver
<lb/>too, and so I shall 'scape whipping. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>Why, are all your beggars whipped,     then? </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>O, not all, my friend, not all;
<lb/>for if all your beggars were whipped, I would 
<lb/>wish no better office than to be beadle. But, 
<lb/>master, I'll go draw up the net. 
<stage type="exit">Exit with Third Fisherman.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>How well this honest mirth becomes their labor!</l></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Hark you, sir, do you know
<lb n="101"/>where ye are?                                </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>Not well.</p></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Why, I'll tell you: this is
<lb/>called Pentapolis, and our king the good Simonides.</p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>The good King Simonides, do you call
<lb/>him? </p></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Ay, sir; and he deserves so to
<lb/>be called for his peaceable reign and good government. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>He is a happy king, since he gains
<lb/>from his subjects the name of good by his 
<lb/>government.   How far is his court distant from
<lb n="111"/>this shore?                              </p></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Marry, sir, half a day's journey:
<lb/>and I'll tell you, he hath a fair daughter,
<lb/>and to-morrow is her birth-day; and there
<lb/>are princes and knights come from all parts of
<lb/>the world to just and tourney for her love. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>Were my fortunes equal to my desires,
<lb/>I could wish to make one there. </p></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>O, sir, things must be as they
<lb/>may; and what a man cannot get, he may 
<lb n="121"/>lawfully deal for--his wife's soul.       
<stage type="entrance">   Re-enter Second and Third Fishermen, drawing up a net.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Help, master, help! here's a
<lb/>fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right 
<lb/>in the law; 'twill hardly come out.   Ha! bots
<lb/>on't, 'tis come at last, and 'tis turned to a
<lb/>rusty armor. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>An armor, friends!   I pray you, let me     see it. 
<lb/></l><l>Thanks, fortune, yet, that, after all my crosses,
<lb/></l><l>Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself;
<lb/></l><l>And though it was mine own, part of my heritage, 
<lb/></l><l>Which my dead father did bequeath to me,
<lb/></l><l>With this strict charge, even as he left his life.
<lb/></l><l>'Keep it, my Pericles; it hath been a shield
<lb/></l><l>'Twixt me and death;'--and pointed to this     brace;-- 
<lb/></l><l>'For that it saved me, keep it; in like necessity-- 
<lb/></l><l>The which the gods protect thee from!--may     defend thee.' 
<lb/></l><l>It kept where I kept, I so dearly loved it;
<lb/></l><l>Till the rough seas, that spare not any man,
<lb/></l><l>Took it in rage, though calm'd have given't again:
<lb/></l><l>I thank thee for't: my shipwreck now's no ill,
<lb/></l><l>Since I have here my father's gift in's will.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<lb/><p n="141">What mean you, sir?</p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
<lb/></l><l>For it was sometime target to a king;
<lb/></l><l>I know it by this mark. He loved me dearly,
<lb/></l><l>And for his sake I wish the having of it;
<lb/></l><l>And that you'ld guide me to your sovereign's     court, 
<lb/></l><l>Where with it I may appear a gentleman;
<lb/></l><l>And if that ever my low fortune's better,
<lb/></l><l>I'll pay your bounties; till then rest your     debtor. </l></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady?                       </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I'll show the virtue I have borne in     arms. </l></sp>
<sp who="first-fish."><speaker>First Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Why, do'e take it, and the gods
<lb/>give thee good on't! </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>Ay, but hark you, my friend;
<lb/>'twas we that made up this garment through
<lb/>the rough seams of the waters: there are 
<lb/>certain condolements, certain vails.   I hope, sir,
<lb/>if you thrive, you'll remember from 
<lb/>whence you had it. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Believe't, I will.
<lb/></l><l n="160">By your furtherance I am clothed in steel;
<lb/></l><l>And, spite of all the rapture of the sea,
<lb/></l><l>This jewel holds his building on my arm:
<lb/></l><l>Unto thy value I will mount myself
<lb/></l><l>Upon a courser, whose delightful steps
<lb/></l><l>Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.
<lb/></l><l>Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided
<lb/></l><l>Of a pair of bases.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-fish."><speaker>Sec. Fish.</speaker> 
<p>We'll sure provide: thou shalt
<lb/>have my best gown to make thee a pair; and 
<lb n="170"/>I'll bring thee to the court myself.         </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Then honor be but a goal to my     will, 
<lb/></l><l>This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="2"> 
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting">The same. A public way or platform 
<lb/>leading to the lists.   A pavilion by the
<lb/>side of it for the reception of the King, 
<lb/>Princess, Lords, &amp;c. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">   Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords and Attendants.</stage>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?</l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>They are, my liege;
<lb/></l><l>And stay your coming to present themselves.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,
<lb/></l><l>In honor of whose birth these triumphs are,
<lb/></l><l>Sits here, like beauty's child, whom nature gat
<lb/></l><l>For men to see, and seeing wonder at.
<stage type="exit">          [Exit a Lord.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express
<lb/></l><l>My commendations great, whose merit's less.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>It's fit it should be so; for princes are
<lb/></l><l>A model, which heaven makes like to itself:
<lb/></l><l>As jewels lose their glory if neglected,
<lb/></l><l>So princes their renowns if not respected.
<lb/></l><l>'Tis now your honor, daughter, to explain
<lb/></l><l>The labor of each knight in his device.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Which, to preserve mine honor, I'll perform.
<stage type="entrance">Enter a Knight; he passes over, and his
<lb/>Squire presents his shield to the Princess.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Who is the first that doth prefer himself?</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A knight of Sparta, my renowned father;
<lb/></l><l>And the device he bears upon his shield
<lb/></l><l n="20">Is a black Ethiope reaching at the sun:     
<lb/></l><l>The word, 'Lux tua vita mihi.'</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>He loves you well that holds his life of you.
<stage type="entrance">[The Second Knight passes over.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>Who is the second that presents himself?</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A prince of Macedon, my royal fa- ther;
<lb/></l><l>And the device he bears upon his shield
<lb/></l><l>Is an arm'd knight that's conquered by a lady;
<lb/></l><l>The motto thus, in Spanish, 'Piu por dulzura que por fuerza.'
<stage type="entrance">[The Third Knight passes over.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">And what's the third?</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">The third of Antioch;
<lb/></l><l>And his device, a wreath of chivalry;
<lb/></l><l n="30">The word, 'Me pompae provexit apex.'      
<stage type="entrance">[The Fourth Knight passes over.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>What is the fourth?</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A burning torch that's turned upside down;
<lb/></l><l>The word, 'Quod me alit, me extinguit.'</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Which shows that beauty hath his power and will,
<lb/></l><l>Which can as well inflame as it can kill.
<stage type="entrance">[The Fifth Knight passes over.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>The fifth, an hand environed with clouds,
<lb/></l><l>Holding out gold that's by the touchstone tried;
<lb/></l><l>The motto thus, 'Sic spectanda fides.'
<stage type="entrance">[The Sixth Knight, Pericles, passes over.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>And what's
<lb/></l><l n="40">The sixth and last, the which the knight himself     
<lb/></l><l>With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd?</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>He seems to be a stranger; but his present is
<lb/></l><l>A wither'd branch, that's only green at top;
<lb/></l><l>The motto, 'In hac spe vivo.'</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A pretty moral;
<lb/></l><l>From the dejected state wherein he is,
<lb/></l><l>He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>He had need mean better than his outward show
<lb/></l><l>Can any way speak in his just commend;
<lb/></l><l n="50">For by his rusty outside he appears          
<lb/></l><l>To have practised more the whipstock than the lance.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-lord."><speaker>Sec. Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>He well may be a stranger, for he comes
<lb/></l><l>To an honor'd triumph strangely furnished.</l></sp>
<sp who="third-lord."><speaker>Third Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>And on set purpose let his armor rust
<lb/></l><l>Until this day, to scour it in the dust.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan
<lb/></l><l>The outward habit by the inward man.
<lb/></l><l>But stay, the knights are coming: we will withdraw
<lb/></l><l>Into the gallery.              <stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage>
<stage>[Great shouts within, and all cry 'The mean knight!'</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
 <div2 type="scene" n="3"> 
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">The same. A hall of state: a banquet prepared. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter SIMONIDES, THAISA, Lords, Attendants, and Knights, from tilting.</stage>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Knights,
<lb/></l><l>To say you're welcome were superfluous.
<lb/></l><l>To place upon the volume of your deeds,
<lb/></l><l>As in a title-page, your worth in arms,
<lb/></l><l>Were more than you expect, or more than's fit,
<lb/></l><l>Since every worth in show commends itself.
<lb/></l><l>Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast:
<lb/></l><l>You are princes and my guests.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>But you, my knight and guest;
<lb/></l><l n="10">To whom this wreath of victory I give,     
<lb/></l><l>And crown you king of this day's happiness.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>'Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Call it by what you will, the day is yours;
<lb/></l><l>And here, I hope, is none that envies it.
<lb/></l><l>In framing an artist, art hath thus decreed,
<lb/></l><l>To make some good, but others to exceed;
<lb/></l><l>And you are her labor'd scholar.   Come, queen o' the feast,--
<lb/></l><l>For, daughter, so you are,--here take your place:
<lb/></l><l>Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace.</l></sp>
<sp who="knights."><speaker>Knights.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="20">We are honor'd much by good Simonides. </l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Your presence glads our days; honor we love;
<lb/></l><l>For who hates honor hates the gods above.</l></sp>
<sp who="marshal."><speaker>Marshal.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Sir, yonder is your place.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Some other is more fit.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-knight."><speaker>First Knight.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Contend not, sir; for we are gentlemen
<lb/></l><l>That neither in our hearts nor outward eyes
<lb/></l><l>Envy the great nor do the low despise.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">You are right courteous knights.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Sit, sir, sit.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
<lb/></l><l>These cates resist me, she but thought upon.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>By Juno, that is queen of marriage,
<lb/></l><l n="31">All viands that I eat do seem unsavory, 
<lb/></l><l>Wishing him my meat. Sure, he's a gallant gentleman.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>He's but a country gentleman;
<lb/></l><l>Has done no more than other knights have done;
<lb/></l><l>Has broken a staff or so; so let it pass.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>To me he seems like diamond to glass.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Yon king's to me like to my father's picture,
<lb/></l><l>Which tells me in that glory once he was;
<lb/></l><l>Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne,
<lb/></l><l n="40">And he the sun, for them to reverence;     
<lb/></l><l>None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights,
<lb/></l><l>Did vail their crowns to his supremacy:
<lb/></l><l>Where now his son's like a glow-worm in the night,
<lb/></l><l>The which hath fire in darkness, none in light:
<lb/></l><l>Whereby I see that Time's the king of men,
<lb/></l><l>He's both their parent, and he is their grave,
<lb/></l><l>And gives them what he will, not what they crave.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>What, are you merry, knights?</l></sp>
<sp who="knights."><speaker>Knights.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Who can be other in this royal presence?</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="50">Here, with a cup that's stored unto the brim,--     
<lb/></l><l>As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,--
<lb/></l><l part="I">We drink this health to you.</l></sp>
<sp who="knights."><speaker>Knights.</speaker> 
<l part="F">We thank your grace.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Yet pause awhile:
<lb/></l><l>Yon knight doth sit too melancholy,
<lb/></l><l>As if the entertainment in our court
<lb/></l><l>Had not a show might countervail his worth.
<lb/></l><l part="I">Note it not you, Thaisa?</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">What is it
<lb/></l><l part="I">To me, my father?</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O, attend, my daughter:
<lb/></l><l>Princes in this should live like gods above,
<lb/></l><l n="60">Who freely give to every one that comes   
<lb/></l><l>To honor them:
<lb/></l><l>And princes not doing so are like to gnats,
<lb/></l><l>Which make a sound, but kill'd are wonder'd at.
<lb/></l><l>Therefore to make his entrance more sweet,
<lb/></l><l>Here, say we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Alas, my father, it befits not me
<lb/></l><l>Unto a stranger knight to be so bold:
<lb/></l><l>He may my proffer take for an offence,
<lb/></l><l>Since men take women's gifts for impudence.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="70">How!                                 
<lb/></l><l>Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>Now, by the gods, he could not please me better.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him,
<lb/></l><l>Of whence he is, his name and parentage.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>The king my father, sir, has drunk to you.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I thank him,</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Wishing it so much blood unto your life.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>And further he desires to know of you,
<lb/></l><l>Of whence you are, your name and parentage.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="81">A gentleman of Tyre; my name, Pericles;      
<lb/></l><l>My education been in arts and arms;
<lb/></l><l>Who, looking for adventures in the world,
<lb/></l><l>Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men,
<lb/></l><l>And after shipwreck driven upon this shore.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles,
<lb/></l><l>A gentleman of Tyre,
<lb/></l><l>Who only by misfortune of the seas
<lb/></l><l>Bereft of ships and men, cast on this shore.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="90">Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune,              
<lb/></l><l>And will awake him from his melancholy.
<lb/></l><l>Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
<lb/></l><l>And waste the time, which looks for other revels.
<lb/></l><l>Even in your armors, as you are address'd,
<lb/></l><l>Will very well become a soldier's dance.
<lb/></l><l>I will not have excuse, with saying this
<lb/></l><l>Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads
<lb/></l><l>Since they love men in arms as well as beds.
<stage>            [The Knights dance.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>So, this was well ask'd, 'twas so well perform'd.
<lb/></l><l n="100">Come, sir;                                    
<lb/></l><l>Here is a lady which wants breathing too:
<lb/></l><l>And I have heard, you knights of Tyre
<lb/></l><l>Are excellent in making ladies trip;
<lb/></l><l>And that their measures are as excellent.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>In those that practise them they are, my lord.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>O, that's as much as you would be denied
<lb/></l><l part="I">Of your fair courtesy. <stage>           [The Knights and Ladies dance.</stage></l>
<l part="F">Unclasp, unclasp:
<lb/></l><l>Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well,
<lb/></l><l><stage>[To Per.]</stage> But you the best.   Pages and lights,
<lb/></l><l>to conduct 
<lb/></l><l>These knights unto their several lodgings! 
<lb/></l><l n="110"><stage>[To Per.]</stage> Yours, sir,                   
<lb/></l><l>We have given order to be next our own.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I am at your grace's pleasure.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Princes, it is too late to talk of love;
<lb/></l><l>And that's the mark I know you level at:
<lb/></l><l>Therefore each one betake him to his rest;
<lb/></l><l>To-morrow all for speeding do their best.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="4"> 
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting">Tyre. A room in the Governor's house.</stage><stage type="entrance"> Enter HELICANUS and ESCANES. </stage>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>No, Escanes, know this of me,
<lb/></l><l>Antiochus from incest lived not free:
<lb/></l><l>For which, the most high gods not minding longer
<lb/></l><l>To withhold the vengeance that they had in store,
<lb/></l><l>Due to this heinous capital offence,
<lb/></l><l>Even in the height and pride of all his glory,
<lb/></l><l>When he was seated in a chariot
<lb/></l><l>Of an inestimable value, and his daughter with him,
<lb/></l><l>A fire from heaven came and shrivell'd up
<lb/></l><l n="10">Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk, 
<lb/></l><l>That all those eyes adored them ere their fall
<lb/></l><l>Scorn now their hand should give them burial.</l></sp>
<sp who="esca."><speaker>Esca.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">'Twas very strange.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<l part="F">And yet but justice; for though
<lb/></l><l>This king were great, his greatness was no guard
<lb/></l><l>To bar heaven's shaft, but sin had his reward.</l></sp>
<sp who="esca."><speaker>Esca.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>'Tis very true.
<stage type="entrance">           Enter two or three Lords.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>See, not a man in private conference
<lb/></l><l>Or council has respect with him but he.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-lord."><speaker>Sec. Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>It shall no longer grieve without reproof.</l></sp>
<sp who="third-lord."><speaker>Third Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="20">And cursed be he that will not second it.   </l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Follow me, then. Lord Helicane, a word.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>With me? and welcome: happy day, my lords.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Know that our griefs are risen to the top,
<lb/></l><l>And now at length they overflow their banks.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Your griefs! for what? wrong not your prince you love.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane;
<lb/></l><l>But if the prince do live, let us salute him,
<lb/></l><l>Or know what ground's made happy by his breath.
<lb/></l><l>If in the world he live, we'll seek him out;
<lb/></l><l>If in his grave he rest, we'll find him there;
<lb/></l><l>And be resolved he lives to govern us,
<lb/></l><l>Or dead, give's cause to mourn his funeral,
<lb/></l><l>And leave us to our free election.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-lord."><speaker>Sec. Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Whose death indeed's the strongest in our censure:
<lb/></l><l>And knowing this kingdom is without a head,--
<lb/></l><l>Like goodly buildings left without a roof
<lb/></l><l>Soon fall to ruin,--your noble self,
<lb/></l><l>That best know how to rule and how to reign,
<lb/></l><l>We thus submit unto,--our sovereign.</l></sp>
<sp who="all."><speaker>All.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="40">Live, noble Helicane!               </l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>For honor's cause, forbear your suffrages:
<lb/></l><l>If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear.
<lb/></l><l>Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
<lb/></l><l>Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease.
<lb/></l><l>A twelve month longer, let me entreat you to
<lb/></l><l>Forbear the absence of your king;
<lb/></l><l>If in which time expired, he not return,
<lb/></l><l>I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
<lb/></l><l>But if I cannot win you to this love,
<lb/></l><l n="50">Go search like nobles, like noble subjects, 
<lb/></l><l>And in your search spend your adventurous worth;
<lb/></l><l>Whom if you find, and win unto return,
<lb/></l><l>You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;
<lb/></l><l>And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us,
<lb/></l><l>We with our travels will endeavour us.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands:
<lb/></l><l>When peers thus knit, a kingdom ever stands.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="5"> 
<head>SCENE V</head>
<stage type="setting">Pentapolis. A room in the palace. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">   Enter SIMONIDES, reading a letter, at one door: the Knights meet him.</stage>
<sp who="first-knight."><speaker>First Knight.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Good morrow to the good Simonides.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
<lb/></l><l>That for this twelvemonth she'll not undertake
<lb/></l><l>A married life.
<lb/></l><l>Her reason to herself is only known,
<lb/></l><l>Which yet from her by no means can I get.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-knight."><speaker>Sec. Knight.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>May we not get access to her, my lord?</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>'Faith, by no means; she hath so strictly tied
<lb/></l><l>Her to her chamber, that 'tis impossible.
<lb/></l><l n="10">One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery; 
<lb/></l><l>This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd,
<lb/></l><l>And on her virgin honour will not break it.</l></sp>
<sp who="third-knight."><speaker>Third Knight.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt Knights. </stage></l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>So,
<lb/></l><l>They are well dispatch'd; now to my daughter's letter:
<lb/></l><l>She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight,
<lb/></l><l>Or never more to view nor day nor light.
<lb/></l><l>'Tis well, mistress; your choice agrees with mine;
<lb/></l><l>I like that well: nay, how absolute she's in't,
<lb/></l><l n="20">Not minding whether I dislike or no!       
<lb/></l><l>Well, I do commend her choice;
<lb/></l><l>And will no longer have it delay'd.
<lb/></l><l>Soft! here he comes: I must dissemble it.
<stage type="entrance">                Enter PERICLES.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>All fortune to the good Simonides!</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>To you as much, sir!   I am beholding to you
<lb/></l><l>For your sweet music this last night: I do
<lb/></l><l>Protest my ears were never better fed
<lb/></l><l>With such delightful pleasing harmony.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>It is your grace's pleasure to commend;
<lb/></l><l part="I">Not my desert.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<l n="30" part="F">Sir, you are music's master. </l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>The worst of all her scholars, my good lord.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Let me ask you one thing:
<lb/></l><l>What do you think of my daughter, sir?</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A most virtuous princess.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>And she is fair too, is she not?</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>As a fair day in summer, wondrous fair.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Sir, my daughter thinks very well of you;
<lb/></l><l>Ay, so well, that you must be her master,
<lb/></l><l>And she will be your scholar: therefore look to it.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I am unworthy for her schoolmaster.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="41">She thinks not so; peruse this writing else. </l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>What's here?
<lb/></l><l>A letter, that she loves the knight of Tyre!
<lb/></l><l>'Tis the king's subtilty to have my life.
<lb/></l><l>O, seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,
<lb/></l><l>A stranger and distressed gentleman,
<lb/></l><l>That never aim'd so high to love your daughter,
<lb/></l><l>But bent all offices to honor her.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter, and thou art
<lb/></l><l n="50">A villain.                                      </l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>By the gods, I have not:
<lb/></l><l>Never did thought of mine levy offence;
<lb/></l><l>Nor never did my actions yet commence
<lb/></l><l>A deed might gain her love or your displeasure.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Traitor, thou liest.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="Y">Traitor!</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Ay, traitor.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Even in his throat--unless it be the king--
<lb/></l><l>That calls me traitor, I return the lie.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/><l>Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
<lb/></l><l n="60">That never relish'd of a base descent.       
<lb/></l><l>I came unto your court for honor's cause,
<lb/></l><l>And not to be a rebel to her state;
<lb/></l><l>And he that otherwise accounts of me,
<lb/></l><l>This sword shall prove he's honor's enemy.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>No?
<lb/></l><l>Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
<stage type="entrance">                 Enter THAISA.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
<lb/></l><l>Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
<lb/></l><l>Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
<lb/></l><l n="70">To any syllable that made love to you.   </l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Why, sir, say if you had,
<lb/></l><l>Who takes offence at that would make me glad?</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?
 <stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb/></l><l>I am glad on't with all my heart.--
<lb/></l><l>I'll tame you; I'll bring you in subjection.
<lb/></l><l>Will you, not having my consent,
<lb/></l><l>Bestow your love and your affections
<lb/></l><l>Upon a stranger? <stage>[Aside]</stage> who, for aught I know, 
<lb/></l><l>May be, nor can I think the contrary,
<lb/></l><l n="80">As great in blood as I myself.--            
<lb/></l><l>Therefore hear you, mistress; either frame
<lb/></l><l>Your will to mine,--and you, sir, hear you,
<lb/></l><l>Either be ruled by me, or I will make you--
<lb/></l><l>Man and wife:
<lb/></l><l>Nay, come, your hands and lips must seal it     too: 
<lb/></l><l>And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy;
<lb/></l><l>And for a further grief,--God give you joy!--
<lb/></l><l part="I">What, are you both pleased?</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Yes, if you love me, sir.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Even as my life my blood that fosters it.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="90">What, are you both agreed?         </l></sp>
<sp who="both."><speaker>Both.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Yes, if it please your majesty.</l></sp>
<sp who="sim."><speaker>Sim.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed;
<lb/></l><l>And then with what haste you can get you to bed.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
</div1> 
 
<div1 type="act" n="3"> 
<head>ACT III</head> 
<div2 type="scene" n="chorus">
<sp who="gow."><speaker>Gow.</speaker> 
<stage type="entrance">Enter GOWER.</stage>
<lb/><l>Now sleep yslaked hath the rout;
<lb/></l><l>No din but snores the house about,
<lb/></l><l>Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
<lb/></l><l>Of this most pompous marriage-feast.
<lb/></l><l>The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
<lb/></l><l>Now couches fore the mouse's hole;
<lb/></l><l>And crickets sing at the oven's mouth,
<lb/></l><l>E'er the blither for their drouth.
<lb/></l><l>Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
<lb/></l><l n="10">Where, by the loss of maidenhead,       
<lb/></l><l>A babe is moulded.   Be attent,
<lb/></l><l>And time that is so briefly spent
<lb/></l><l>With your fine fancies quaintly eche:
<lb/></l><l>What's dumb in show I'll plain with speech.
               <lb/></l><l> <stage> DUMB SHOW.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter, PERICLES and SIMONIDES, at one door,
<lb/>with Attendants; a Messenger meets them,
<lb/>kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter: PERICLES 
<lb/>shows it SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel
<lb/>to him.   Then enter THAISA with child, with
<lb/>LYCHORIDA a nurse.   The KING shows her
<lb/>the letter; she rejoices:  she and PERICLES
<lb/>takes leave of her father, and depart with 
<lb/>LYCHORIDA and their Attendants.</stage><stage type="exit">  
<lb/>Then exeunt SIMONIDES and the rest.]</stage>
<lb/></l><l>By many a dern and painful perch
<lb/></l><l>Of Pericles the careful search,
<lb/></l><l>By the four opposing coigns
<lb/></l><l>Which the world together joins,
<lb/></l><l>Is made with all due diligence
<lb/></l><l n="20">That horse and sail and high expense     
<lb/></l><l>Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre,
<lb/></l><l>Fame answering the most strange inquire,
<lb/></l><l>To the court of King Simonides
<lb/></l><l>Are letters brought, the tenor these:
<lb/></l><l>Antiochus and his daughter dead;
<lb/></l><l>The men of Tyrus on the head
<lb/></l><l>Of Helicanus would set on
<lb/></l><l>The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
<lb/></l><l>The mutiny he there hastes t' oppress;
<lb/></l><l n="30">Says to 'em, if King Pericles             
<lb/></l><l>Come not home in twice six moons,
<lb/></l><l>He, obedient to their dooms,
<lb/></l><l>Will take the crown. The sum of this,
<lb/></l><l>Brought hither to Pentapolis,
<lb/></l><l>Y-ravished the regions round,
<lb/></l><l>And every one with claps can sound,
<lb/></l><l>'Our heir-apparent is a king!
<lb/></l><l>Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?'
<lb/></l><l>Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre:
<lb/></l><l n="40">His queen with child makes her desire--
<lb/></l><l>Which who shall cross?--along to go:
<lb/></l><l>Omit we all their dole and woe:
<lb/></l><l>Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
<lb/></l><l>And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
<lb/></l><l>On Neptune's billow; half the flood
<lb/></l><l>Hath their keel cut: but fortune's mood
<lb/></l><l>Varies again; the grisled north
<lb/></l><l>Disgorges such a tempest forth,
<lb/></l><l>That, as a duck for life that dives,
<lb/></l><l n="50">So up and down the poor ship drives:   
<lb/></l><l>The lady shrieks, and well-a-near
<lb/></l><l>Does fall in travail with her fear:
<lb/></l><l>And what ensues in this fell storm
<lb/></l><l>Shall for itself itself perform.
<lb/></l><l>I nill relate, action may
<lb/></l><l>Conveniently the rest convey;
<lb/></l><l>Which might not what by me is told.
<lb/></l><l>In your imagination hold
<lb/></l><l n="59">This stage the ship, upon whose deck     
<lb/></l><l>The sea-tost Pericles appears to speak.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="1"> 
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="entrance"> Enter PERICLES, on shipboard. </stage>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thou god of this great vast, rebuke these surges,
<lb/></l><l>Which wash forth both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast
<lb/></l><l>Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
<lb/></l><l>Having call'd them from the deep!   O, still
<lb/></l><l>Thy deafening, dreadful thunders; gently quench
<lb/></l><l>Thy nimble, sulphurous flashes!   O, how, Lychorida,
<lb/></l><l>How does my queen?   Thou stormest venomously;
<lb/></l><l>Wilt thou spit all thyself?   The seaman's whistle
<lb/></l><l>Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
<lb/></l><l n="10">Unheard.   Lychorida!--Lucina, O           
<lb/></l><l>Divinest patroness, and midwife gentle
<lb/></l><l>To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
<lb/></l><l>Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs
<lb/></l><l part="I">Of my queen's travails!
<stage type="entrance">     Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.</stage></l>
<l part="F">Now, Lychorida!</l></sp>
<sp who="lyc."><speaker>Lyc.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Here is a thing too young for such a place,
<lb/></l><l>Who, if it had conceit, would die, as I
<lb/></l><l>Am like to do: take in your arms this piece
<lb/></l><l part="I">Of your dead queen.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">How, how, Lychorida!</l></sp>
<sp who="lyc."><speaker>Lyc.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm
<lb/></l><l>Here's all that is left living of your queen,
<lb/></l><l>A little daughter: for the sake of it,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Be manly, and take comfort.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O you gods!
<lb/></l><l>Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,
<lb/></l><l>And snatch them straight away?   We here below
<lb/></l><l>Recall not what we give, and therein may
<lb/></l><l part="I">Use honor with you.</l></sp>
<sp who="lyc."><speaker>Lyc.</speaker> 
<l part="F">       Patience, good sir.
<lb/></l><l part="I">Even for this charge.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">       Now, mild may be thy life!
<lb/></l><l>For a more blustrous birth had never babe:
<lb/></l><l>Quiet and gentle thy conditions! for
<lb/></l><l>Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world
<lb/></l><l n="31">That ever was prince's child.   Happy what follows!      
<lb/></l><l>Thou hast as chiding a nativity
<lb/></l><l>As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make,
<lb/></l><l>To herald thee from the womb: even at the first
<lb/></l><l>Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit,
<lb/></l><l>With all thou canst find here. Now, the good     gods 
<lb/></l><l>Throw their best eyes upon't!
<stage type="entrance">               Enter two Sailors.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="first-sail."><speaker>First Sail.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>What courage, sir? God save you!</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw;
<lb/></l><l n="40">It hath done to me the worst.  Yet, for the love        
<lb/></l><l>Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer,
<lb/></l><l>I would it would be quiet.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-sail."><speaker>First Sail.</speaker> 
<p>Slack the bolins there! Thou
<lb/>wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself. </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-sail."><speaker>Sec. Sail.</speaker> 
<p>But sea-room, an the brine and
<lb/>cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not. </p></sp>
<sp who="first-sail."><speaker>First Sail.</speaker> 
<p>Sir, your queen must over-
<lb/>board: the sea works high, the wind is loud, 
<lb/>and will not lie till the ship be cleared of 
<lb/>the dead. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><p n="50">That's your superstition.             </p></sp>
<sp who="first-sail."><speaker>First Sail.</speaker> 
<p>Pardon us, sir; with us at sea
<lb/>it hath been still observed; and we are strong 
<lb/>in custom.   Therefore briefly yield her; for she
<lb/>must overboard straight. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>As you think meet.   Most wretched queen!</p></sp>
<sp who="lyc."><speaker>Lyc.</speaker> 
<p>Here she lies, sir.</p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear;
<lb/></l><l>No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
<lb/></l><l n="59">Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time         
<lb/></l><l>To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
<lb/></l><l>Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze;
<lb/></l><l>Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
<lb/></l><l>And e'er-remaining lamps, the belching whale
<lb/></l><l>And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse,
<lb/></l><l>Lying with simple shells.   O Lychorida,
<lb/></l><l>Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper,
<lb/></l><l>My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
<lb/></l><l>Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe
<lb/></l><l n="69">Upon the pillow: hie thee, whiles I say     
<lb/></l><l>A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman.
<stage type="exit">     [Exit Lychorida.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-sail."><speaker>Sec. Sail.</speaker> 
<p>Sir, we have a chest beneath the
<lb/>hatches, caulked and bitumed ready. </p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<p>I thank thee.   Mariner, say what coast     is this? </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-sail."><speaker>Sec. Sail.</speaker> 
<p>We are near Tarsus.</p></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thither, gentle mariner,
<lb/></l><l>Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-sail."><speaker>Sec. Sail.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>By break of day, if the wind cease.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>O, make for Tarsus!
<lb/></l><l n="79">There will I visit Cleon, for the babe   
<lb/></l><l>Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it
<lb/></l><l>At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner:
<lb/></l><l>I'll bring the body presently.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="2"> 
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting">Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's house. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter CERIMON, with a Servant, and some
<lb/>Persons who have been shipwrecked.</stage>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<p>Philemon, ho!
<stage type="entrance">               Enter PHILEMON.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="phil."><speaker>Phil.</speaker> 
<p>Doth my lord call?</p></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Get fire and meat for these poor men:
<lb/></l><l>'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.</l></sp>
<sp who="serv."><speaker>Serv.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I have been in many; but such a night as this,
<lb/></l><l>Till now, I ne'er endured.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Your master will be dead ere you return;
<lb/></l><l>There's nothing can be minister'd to nature
<lb/></l><l>That can recover him. <stage>[To Philemon]</stage>
<lb/></l><l>Give this to the 'pothecary,
<lb/></l><l part="I">And tell me how it works.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt all but Cerimon.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">             Enter two Gentlemen.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<l n="10" part="F">Good morrow.     </l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Good morrow to your lordship.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Gentlemen,
<lb/></l><l>Why do you stir so early?</l></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Sir,
<lb/></l><l>Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
<lb/></l><l>Shook as the earth did quake;
<lb/></l><l>The very principals did seem to rend,
<lb/></l><l>And all-to topple: pure surprise and fear
<lb/></l><l>Made me to quit the house.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>That is the cause we trouble you so early;
<lb/></l><l part="I">'Tis not our husbandry.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l n="20" part="F">O, you say well.      </l></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>But I much marvel that your lordship, having
<lb/></l><l>Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
<lb/></l><l>Shake off the golden slumber of repose
<lb/></l><l>'Tis most strange,
<lb/></l><l>Nature should be so conversant with pain,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Being thereto not compell'd.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I hold it ever,
<lb/></l><l>Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
<lb/></l><l>Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
<lb/></l><l>May the two latter darken and expend;
<lb/></l><l n="30">But immortality attends the former,        
<lb/></l><l>Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
<lb/></l><l>Have studied physic, through which secret art,
<lb/></l><l>By turning o'er authorities, I have,
<lb/></l><l>Together with my practice, made familiar
<lb/></l><l>To me and to my aid the blest infusions
<lb/></l><l>That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
<lb/></l><l>And I can speak of the disturbances
<lb/></l><l>That nature works, and of her cures; which doth give me
<lb/></l><l>A more content in course of true delight
<lb/></l><l n="40">Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, 
<lb/></l><l>Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
<lb/></l><l>To please the fool and death.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
<lb/></l><l>Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
<lb/></l><l>Your creatures, who by you have been restored:
<lb/></l><l>And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
<lb/></l><l>Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
<lb/></l><l>Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.
<stage type="entrance">Enter two or three Servants with a chest.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="first-serv."><speaker>First Serv.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">So; lift there.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="Y">What is that?</l></sp>
<sp who="first-serv."><speaker>First Serv.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Sir, even now
<lb/></l><l n="50">Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest: 
<lb/></l><l part="I">'Tis of some wreck.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Set 't down, let's look upon 't.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">'Tis like a coffin, sir.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Whate'er it be,
<lb/></l><l>'Tis wondrous heavy.   Wrench it open straight:
<lb/></l><l>If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold,
<lb/></l><l>'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>'Tis so, my lord.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
<lb/></l><l>Did the sea cast it up?</l></sp>
<sp who="first-serv."><speaker>First Serv.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
<lb/></l><l part="I">As toss'd it upon shore.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Wrench it open;
<lb/></l><l n="60">Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.     </l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A delicate odor.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
<lb/></l><l>O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse!</l></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Most strange!</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured
<lb/></l><l>With full bags of spices! A passport too!
<lb/></l><l>Apollo, perfect me in the characters!
<stage>[Reads from a scroll.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>'Here I give to understand,
<lb/></l><l>If e'er this coffin drive a-land,
<lb/></l><l n="70">I, King Pericles, have lost              
<lb/></l><l>This queen, worth all our mundane cost,
<lb/></l><l>Who finds her, give her burying;
<lb/></l><l>She was the daughter of a king:
<lb/></l><l>Besides this treasure for a fee,
<lb/></l><l>The gods requite his charity!'
<lb/></l><l>If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart
<lb/></l><l>That even cracks for woe!   This chanced to-night.</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Most likely, sir.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Nay, certainly to-night;
<lb/></l><l>For look how fresh she looks!   They were too rough
<lb/></l><l>That threw her in the sea.   Make a fire within: 
<lb/></l><l n="81">Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.   
<stage type="exit">[Exit a Servant.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>Death may usurp on nature many hours,
<lb/></l><l>And yet the fire of life kindle again
<lb/></l><l>The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
<lb/></l><l>That had nine hours lien dead,
<lb/></l><l>Who was by good appliance recovered.
<stage type="entrance">Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>Well said, well said; the fire and cloths.
<lb/></l><l>The rough and woeful music that we have,
<lb/></l><l>Cause it to sound, beseech you.
<lb/></l><l n="90">The viol once more: how thou stirr'st, thou block!  
<lb/></l><l>The music there!--I pray you, give her air.
<lb/></l><l>Gentlemen,
<lb/></l><l>This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth
<lb/></l><l>Breathes out of her: she hath not been entranced
<lb/></l><l>Above five hours: see how she gins to blow
<lb/></l><l part="I">Into life's flower again!</l></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<l part="F">The heavens,
<lb/></l><l>Through you, increase our wonder and set up
<lb/></l><l part="I">Your fame for ever.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">She is alive; behold,
<lb/></l><l>Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
<lb/></l><l n="100">Which Pericles hath lost,                   
<lb/></l><l>Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
<lb/></l><l>The diamonds of a most praised water
<lb/></l><l>Do appear, to make the world twice rich. Live,
<lb/></l><l>And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Rare as you seem to be.
<stage>She moves.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O dear Diana,
<lb/></l><l>Where am I?   Where's my lord?   What world is this?</l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Is not this strange?</l></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<l part="Y">Most rare.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Hush, my gentle neighbours!
<lb/></l><l>Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her.
<lb/></l><l>Get linen: now this matter must be look'd to,
<lb/></l><l n="110">For her relapse is mortal. Come, come; 
<lb/></l><l>And AEsculapius guide us!
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt, carrying her away.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="3"> 
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">Tarsus. A room in Cleon's house. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">  Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, and LYCHORIDA with MARINA in her arms.</stage>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;
<lb/></l><l>My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands
<lb/></l><l>In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
<lb/></l><l>Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
<lb/></l><l>Make up the rest upon you!</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Yet glance full wanderingly on us.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O your sweet queen!
<lb/></l><l>That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her hither,
<lb/></l><l part="I">To have bless'd mine eyes with her!</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">We cannot but obey
<lb/></l><l>The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
<lb/></l><l n="11">As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end     
<lb/></l><l>Must be as 'tis.   My gentle babe Marina, whom,
<lb/></l><l>For she was born at sea, I have named so, here
<lb/></l><l>I charge your charity withal, leaving her
<lb/></l><l>The infant of your care; beseeching you
<lb/></l><l>To give her princely training, that she may be
<lb/></l><l part="I">Mannered as she is born.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Fear not, my lord, but think
<lb/></l><l>Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,
<lb/></l><l>For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,
<lb/></l><l n="20">Must in your child be thought on.   If neglection    
<lb/></l><l>Should therein make me vile, the common body,
<lb/></l><l>By you relieved, would force me to my duty:
<lb/></l><l>But if to that my nature need a spur,
<lb/></l><l>The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
<lb/></l><l part="I">To the end of generation!</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I believe you;
<lb/></l><l>Your honour and your goodness teach me to't,
<lb/></l><l>Without your vows.   Till she be married, madam,
<lb/></l><l>By bright Diana, whom we honour, all
<lb/></l><l>Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
<lb/></l><l n="30">Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave.
<lb/></l><l>Good madam, make me blessed in your care
<lb/></l><l part="I">In bringing up my child.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I have one myself,
<lb/></l><l>Who shall not be more dear to my respect
<lb/></l><l part="I">Than yours, my lord.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Madam, my thanks and prayers.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>We'll bring your grace e'en to the edge o' the shore,
<lb/></l><l>Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune and
<lb/></l><l part="I">The gentlest winds of heaven.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I will embrace
<lb/></l><l>Your offer.   Come, dearest madam. O, no tears,
<lb/></l><l>Lychorida, no tears:
<lb/></l><l n="40">Look to your little mistress, on whose grace 
<lb/></l><l>You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="4"> 
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting">Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's house. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">         Enter CERIMON and THAISA.</stage>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
<lb/></l><l>Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
<lb/></l><l>At your command. Know you the character?</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>It is my lord's.
<lb/></l><l>That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
<lb/></l><l>Even on my eaning time; but whether there
<lb/></l><l>Deliver'd, by the holy gods,
<lb/></l><l>I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles,
<lb/></l><l>My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
<lb/></l><l n="10">A vestal livery will I take me to,            
<lb/></l><l>And never more have joy.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,
<lb/></l><l>Diana's temple is not distant far,
<lb/></l><l>Where you may abide till your date expire.
<lb/></l><l>Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
<lb/></l><l>Shall there attend you.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My recompense is thanks, that's all;
<lb/></l><l>Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt. </stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
</div1> 
 
<div1 type="act" n="4"> 
<head>ACT IV</head> 
<div2 type="scene" n="chorus"> 
<stage>Enter GOWER.</stage>
<sp who="gow."><speaker>Gow.</speaker>
<lb/><l>Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre,
<lb/></l><l>Welcomed and settled to his own desire.
<lb/></l><l>His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus,
<lb/></l><l>Unto Diana there a votaress.
<lb/></l><l>Now to Marina bend your mind,
<lb/></l><l>Whom our fast-growing scene must find
<lb/></l><l>At Tarsus, and by Cleon train'd
<lb/></l><l>In music, letters; who hath gain'd
<lb/></l><l>Of education all the grace,
<lb/></l><l>Which makes her both the heart and place
<lb/></l><l n="11">Of general wonder. But, alack,
<lb/></l><l>That monster envy, oft the wrack
<lb/></l><l>Of earned praise, Marina's life
<lb/></l><l>Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
<lb/></l><l>And in this kind hath our Cleon
<lb/></l><l>One daughter, and a wench full grown,
<lb/></l><l>Even ripe for marriage-rite; this maid
<lb/></l><l>Hight Philoten: and it is said
<lb/></l><l>For certain in our story, she
<lb/></l><l n="20">Would ever with Marina be:             
<lb/></l><l>Be't when she weaved the sleided silk
<lb/></l><l>With fingers long, small, white as milk;
<lb/></l><l>Or when she would with sharp needle wound
<lb/></l><l>The cambric, which she made more sound
<lb/></l><l>By hurting it; or when to the lute
<lb/></l><l>She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
<lb/></l><l>That still records with moan; or when
<lb/></l><l>She would with rich and constant pen
<lb/></l><l>Vail to her mistress Dian; still
<lb/></l><l n="30">This Philoten contends in skill            
<lb/></l><l>With absolute Marina: so
<lb/></l><l>With the dove of Paphos might the crow
<lb/></l><l>Vie feathers white. Marina gets
<lb/></l><l>All praises, which are paid as debts,
<lb/></l><l>And not as given. This so darks
<lb/></l><l>In Philoten all graceful marks,
<lb/></l><l>That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
<lb/></l><l>A present murderer does prepare
<lb/></l><l>For good Marina, that her daughter
<lb/></l><l n="40">Might stand peerless by this slaughter.   
<lb/></l><l>The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
<lb/></l><l>Lychorida, our nurse, is dead:
<lb/></l><l>And cursed Dionyza hath
<lb/></l><l>The pregnant instrument of wrath
<lb/></l><l>Prest for this blow. The unborn event
<lb/></l><l>I do commend to your content:
<lb/></l><l>Only I carry winged time
<lb/></l><l>Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
<lb/></l><l>Which never could I so convey,
<lb/></l><l n="50">Unless your thoughts went on my way. 
<lb/></l><l>Dionyza does appear,
<lb/></l><l>With Leonine, a murderer.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="1"> 
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"> Tarsus. An open place near the sea-shore.</stage><stage type="entrance"> Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.  </stage>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't:
<lb/></l><l>'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.
<lb/></l><l>Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon,
<lb/></l><l>To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,
<lb/></l><l>Which is but cold, inflaming love i' thy bosom,
<lb/></l><l>Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
<lb/></l><l>Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
<lb/></l><l>A soldier to thy purpose.</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<p>I will do't; but yet she is a goodly
<lb n="9"/> creature.  </p></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<p>The fitter, then, the gods should have
<lb/>her. Here she comes weeping for her only 
<lb/>mistress' death. Thou art resolved? </p></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<p>I am resolved.
<stage type="entrance">   Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>No, I will rob Tellus of her weed,
<lb/></l><l>To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues,
<lb/></l><l>The purple violets, and marigolds,
<lb/></l><l>Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave,
<lb/></l><l>While summer-days do last. Ay me! poor maid,
<lb/></l><l>Born in a tempest, when my mother died,
<lb/></l><l n="20">This world to me is like a lasting storm, 
<lb/></l><l>Whirring me from my friends.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
<lb/></l><l>How chance my daughter is not with you?
<lb/> Do not
<lb/></l><l>Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
<lb/></l><l>A nurse of me.   Lord, how your favor's changed
<lb/></l><l>With this unprofitable woe!
<lb/></l><l>Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.
<lb/></l><l>Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
<lb/></l><l>And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come,
<lb/></l><l>Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>No, I pray you;
<lb/></l><l part="I">I'll not bereave you of your servant.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Come, come;
<lb/></l><l>I love the king your father, and yourself,
<lb/></l><l>With more than foreign heart. We every day
<lb/></l><l>Expect him here: when he shall come and find
<lb/></l><l>Our paragon to all reports thus blasted,
<lb/></l><l>He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
<lb/></l><l>Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken
<lb/></l><l>No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,
<lb/></l><l>Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve
<lb/></l><l>That excellent complexion, which did steal
<lb/></l><l>The eyes of young and old. Care not for me;
<lb/></l><l part="I">I can go home alone.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Well, I will go;
<lb/></l><l>But yet I have no desire to it.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.
<lb/></l><l>Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least:
<lb/></l><l part="I">Remember what I have said.</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I warrant you, madam.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a  while:
<lb/></l><l>Pray, walk softly, do not heat your blood:
<lb/></l><l part="I">What! I must have a care of you.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l n="50" part="F">My thanks, sweet madam. 
<stage type="exit">Exit Dionyza.</stage>
<lb/></l><l part="I">Is this wind westerly that blows?</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<l part="F">South-west.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">When I was born, the wind was
<lb/>north. </l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Was't so?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My father, as nurse said, did never fear,
<lb/></l><l>But cried 'Good seamen!' to the sailors, galling
<lb/></l><l>His kingly hands, haling ropes;
<lb/></l><l>And, clasping to the mast, endured a sea
<lb/></l><l>That almost burst the deck.</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>When was this?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>When I was born:
<lb/></l><l n="60">Never was waves nor wind more violent; 
<lb/></l><l>And from the ladder-tackle washes off
<lb/></l><l>A canvas-climber.   'Ha!' says one, 'wilt out?'
<lb/></l><l>And with a dropping industry they skip
<lb/></l><l>From stem   to stern: the boatswain whistles, and
<lb/></l><l>The master calls, and trebles their confusion.</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Come, say your prayers.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>What mean you?</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>If you require a little space for prayer,
<lb/></l><l n="69">I grant it: pray; but be not tedious,        
<lb/></l><l>For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
<lb/></l><l part="I">To do my work with haste.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Why will you kill me?</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>To satisfy my lady.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Why would she have me kill'd?
<lb/></l><l>Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
<lb/></l><l>I never did her hurt in all my life:
<lb/></l><l>I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
<lb/></l><l>To any living creature: believe me, la,
<lb/></l><l>I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
<lb/></l><l>I trod upon a worm against my will,
<lb/></l><l n="80">But I wept for it. How have I offended, 
<lb/></l><l>Wherein my death might yield her any profit,
<lb/></l><l>Or my life imply her any danger?</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My commission
<lb/></l><l>Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>You will not do't for all the world, I hope.
<lb/></l><l>You are well favor'd, and your looks foreshow
<lb/></l><l>You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,
<lb/></l><l>When you caught hurt in parting two that fought:
<lb/></l><l>Good sooth, it show'd well in you: do so now:
<lb/></l><l>Your lady seeks my life; come you between,
<lb/></l><l part="I">And save poor me, the weaker.</l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I am sworn,
<lb/></l><l>And will dispatch.
<stage>[He seizes her.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">                  Enter Pirates.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="first-pirate."><speaker>First Pirate.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Hold, villain!
<stage>[Leonine runs away.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="sec.-pirate."><speaker>Sec. Pirate.</speaker>
<lb/><l>A prize! a prize!</l></sp>
<sp who="third-pirate."><speaker>Third Pirate.</speaker>
<lb/><l>Half-part, mates, half-part.
<lb/></l><l>Come, let's have her aboard suddenly.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt Pirates with Marina.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">                 Re-enter LEONINE.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="leon."><speaker>Leon.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;
<lb/></l><l>And they have seized Marina. Let her go:
<lb/></l><l>There's no hope she will return. I'll swear she's dead,
<lb/></l><l>And thrown into the sea. But I'll see further:
<lb/></l><l n="101">Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, 
<lb/></l><l>Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
<lb/></l><l>Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="2"> 
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting">Mytilene. A room in a brothel.</stage><stage type="entrance"> Enter PANDAR, Bawd, and BOULT.  </stage>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>Boult!</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Sir?</p></sp>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>Search the market narrowly; Mytilene 
<lb/>is full of gallants. We lost too much 
<lb/>money this mart by being too wenchless. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>We were never so much out of
<lb/>creatures. We have but poor three, and they 
<lb/>can do no more than they can do; and they 
<lb/>with continual action are even as good as 
<lb n="9"/>rotten.                                           </p></sp>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>Therefore let's have fresh ones,
<lb/>whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a 
<lb/>conscience to be used in every trade, we shall 
<lb/>never prosper. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Thou sayest true: 'tis not our bringing 
<lb/>up of poor bastards,--as, I think, I have 
<lb/>brought up some eleven-- </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Ay, to eleven; and brought them
<lb/>down again. But shall I search the market? </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>What else, man?   The stuff we
<lb/>have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they 
<lb n="21"/>are so pitifully sodden.                       </p></sp>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>Thou sayest true; they're too unwholesome, 
<lb/>o' conscience. The poor Transylvanian 
<lb/>is dead, that lay with the little baggage. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Ay, she quickly pooped him; she
<lb/>made him roast-meat for worms. But I'll go 
<lb/>search the market.                          
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>Three or four thousand chequins
<lb/>were as pretty a proportion to live quietly,
<lb n="30"/> and so give over.                                   </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Why to give over, I pray you? is it
<lb/>a shame to get when we are old? </p></sp>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>O, our credit comes not in like the
<lb/>commodity, nor the commodity wages not
<lb/>with the danger: therefore, if in our youths
<lb/>we could pick up some pretty estate, 'twere
<lb/>not amiss to keep our door hatched. Besides,
<lb/>the sore terms we stand upon with the gods
<lb n="39"/>will be strong with us for giving over.          </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Come, others sorts offend as well as we. </p></sp>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>As well as we! ay, and better too;
<lb/>we offend worse.   Neither is our profession 
<lb/>any trade; it's no calling. But here comes 
<lb/>Boult.
<stage type="exit">Re-enter BOULT, with the Pirates and MARINA.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<lb/><stage>[To Marina]</stage><p> Come your ways.  My
<lb/>My masters, you say she's a virgin?</p></sp>
<sp who="first-pirate."><speaker>First Pirate.</speaker> 
<p>O, sir, we doubt it not.</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Master, I have gone through for
<lb/>this piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, 
<lb/>I have lost my earnest.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<lb/><p n="50">Boult, has she any qualities?     </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>She has a good face, speaks well,
<lb/>and has excellent good clothes: there's no 
<lb/>further necessity of qualities can make her be
<lb/>refused. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>What's her price, Boult?</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>I cannot be baited one doit of a
<lb/>thousand pieces. </p></sp>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>Well, follow me, my masters, you
<lb/>shall have your money presently. Wife, take 
<lb/>her in; instruct her what she has to do, that 
<lb n="60"/>she may not be raw in her entertainment. 
<stage type="exit">       Exeunt Pandar and Pirates.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Boult, take you the marks of her,
<lb/>the color of her hair, complexion, height, age, 
<lb/>with warrant of her virginity; and cry 'He 
<lb/>that will give most shall have her first.' Such 
<lb/>a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men 
<lb/>were as they have been. Get this done as I 
<lb/>command you. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Performance shall follow.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow!
<lb/></l><l>He should have struck, not spoke; or that these pirates,
<lb/></l><l n="70">Not enough barbarous, had not o'erboard thrown me  
<lb/></l><l>For to seek my mother!</l></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Why lament you, pretty one?</p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>That I am pretty.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Come, the gods have done their part in you.</p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>I accuse them not.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>You are light into my hands, where you are like to live.</p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>The more my fault
<lb n="80"/>To scape his hands where I was like to die. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.</p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>No.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Yes, indeed shall you, and taste
<lb/>gentlemen of all fashions: you shall fare well;
<lb/>you shall have the difference of all complexions. 
<lb/>What! do you stop your ears? </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>Are you a woman?</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>What would you have me be, an I
<lb n="89"/>be not a woman?                             </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>An honest woman, or not a woman.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think
<lb/>I shall have something to do with you. Come,
<lb/>you're a young foolish sapling, and must be 
<lb/>bowed as I would have you. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>The gods defend me!</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>If it please the gods to defend you
<lb/>by men, then men must comfort you, men 
<lb/>must feed you, men must stir you up. Boult's
<lb/>returned. 
<stage type="entrance">                Re-enter BOULT.</stage>
<lb/></p><p n="99">Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?       </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>I have cried her almost to the number 
<lb/>of her hairs; I have drawn her picture 
<lb/>with my voice. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>And I prithee tell me, how dost
<lb/>thou find the inclination of the people, 
<lb/>especially of the younger sort? </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>'Faith, they listened to me as they
<lb/>would have hearkened to their father's testament.   
<lb/>There was a Spaniard's mouth so watered, 
<lb/>that he went to bed to her very description.                    </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>We shall have him here to-morrow
<lb/>with his best ruff on. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>To-night, to-night.   But, mistress, do
<lb/>you know the French knight that cowers i' the
<lb/>hams? </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Who, Monsieur Veroles?</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Ay, he: he offered to cut a caper
<lb/>at the proclamation; but he made a groan at
<lb/>it, and swore he would see her to-morrow. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Well, well; as for him, he brought
<lb/>his disease hither: here he does but repair it. 
<lb/>I know he will come in our shadow, to scatter
<lb/>his crowns in the sun. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Well, if we had of every nation a
<lb/>traveller, we should lodge them with this sign. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<lb/><stage>[To Mar.]</stage> <p>Pray you, come hither
<lb/>awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. 
<lb/>Mark me: you must seem to do that fearfully 
<lb/>which you commit willingly, despise 
<lb/>profit where you have most gain. To weep that
<lb/>you live as ye do makes pity in your lovers:
<lb/>seldom but that pity begets you a good opinion, 
<lb/>and that opinion a mere profit. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>I understand you not.</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>O, take her home, mistress, take
<lb/>her home: these blushes of hers must be
<lb/>quenched with some present practice. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Thou sayest true, i' faith so they
<lb/>must; for your bride goes to that with shame 
<lb n="139"/>which is her way to go with warrant.    </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>'Faith, some do, and some do not.
<lb/>But, mistress, if I have bargained for the
<lb/>joint,-- </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Thou mayst cut a morsel off the
<lb/>spit. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>I may so.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Who should deny it? Come, young
<lb/>one, I like the manner of your garments well. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Ay, by my faith, they shall not be
<lb/>changed yet. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Boult, spend thou that in the town:
<lb/>report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose 
<lb/>nothing by custom. When nature framed this 
<lb/>piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore 
<lb/>say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the 
<lb/>harvest out of thine own report. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>I warrant you, mistress, thunder
<lb/>shall not so awake the beds of eels as my giving 
<lb/>out her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined.
<lb/>I'll bring home some to-night.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Come your ways; follow me.</p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l>If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, </l>
<l n="160">Untied I still my virgin knot will keep. </l>
<l>Diana, aid my purpose!</l></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>What have we to do with Diana?
<lb/>Pray you, will you go with us?
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></p></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="3"> 
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">Tarsus. A room in Clean's house. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">          Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.</stage>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Why, are you foolish?   Can it be undone?</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
<lb/></l><l part="I">The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I think
<lb/></l><l>You'll turn a child again.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Were I chief lord of all this spacious world,
<lb/></l><l>I'ld give it to undo the deed. O lady,
<lb/></l><l>Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
<lb/></l><l>To equal any single crown o' the earth
<lb/></l><l>I' the justice of compare!   O villain Leonine!
<lb/></l><l n="10">Whom thou hast poison'd too:               
<lb/></l><l>If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had been a kindness
<lb/></l><l>Becoming well thy fact: what canst thou say
<lb/></l><l>When noble Pericles shall demand his child?</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
<lb/></l><l>To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
<lb/></l><l>She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it?
<lb/></l><l>Unless you play the pious innocent,
<lb/></l><l>And for an honest attribute cry out
<lb/></l><l part="I">'She died by foul play.'</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O, go to. Well, well,
<lb/></l><l>Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
<lb/></l><l part="I">Do like this worst.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<l n="21" part="F">Be one of those that think 
<lb/></l><l>The petty wrens of Tarsus will fly hence,
<lb/></l><l>And open this to Pericles.   I do shame
<lb/></l><l>To think of what a noble strain you are,
<lb/></l><l part="I">And of how coward a spirit.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<l part="F">To such proceeding
<lb/></l><l>Who ever but his approbation added,
<lb/></l><l>Though not his prime consent, he did not flow
<lb/></l><l part="I">From honorable sources.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Be it so, then:
<lb/></l><l>Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,
<lb/></l><l n="30">Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. 
<lb/></l><l>She did distain my child, and stood between
<lb/></l><l>Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,
<lb/></l><l>But cast their gazes on Marina's face;
<lb/></l><l>Whilst ours was blurted at and held a malkin
<lb/></l><l>Not worth the time of day.   It pierced me thorough;
<lb/></l><l>And though you call my course unnatural,
<lb/></l><l>You not your child well loving, yet I find
<lb/></l><l>It greets me as an enterprise of kindness
<lb/></l><l part="I">Perform'd to your sole daughter.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Heavens forgive it!</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="40">And as for Pericles,              
<lb/></l><l>What should he say?   We wept after her hearse,
<lb/></l><l>And yet we mourn: her monument
<lb/></l><l>Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
<lb/></l><l>In glittering golden characters express
<lb/></l><l>A general praise to her, and care in us
<lb/></l><l part="I">At whose expense 'tis done.</l></sp>
<sp who="cle."><speaker>Cle.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Thou art like the harpy,
<lb/></l><l>Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face,
<lb/></l><l>Seize with thine eagle's talons.</l></sp>
<sp who="dion."><speaker>Dion.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>You are like one that superstitiously
<lb/></l><l n="50">Doth swear to the gods that winter kills the flies:   
<lb/></l><l>But yet I know you'll do as I advise.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="4"> 
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="entrance">   Enter GOWER, before the monument of MARINA at Tarsus.</stage>
<sp who="gow."><speaker>Gow.</speaker>
<lb/><l>Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
<lb/></l><l>Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for 't;
<lb/></l><l>Making, to take your imagination,
<lb/></l><l>From bourn to bourn, region to region.
<lb/></l><l>By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
<lb/></l><l>To use one language in each several clime
<lb/></l><l>Where our scenes seem to live.   I do beseech you
<lb/></l><l>To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you,
<lb/></l><l>The stages of our story. Pericles
<lb/></l><l>Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
<lb/></l><l>Attended on by many a lord and knight,
<lb/></l><l>To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
<lb/></l><l>Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
<lb/></l><l>Advanced in time to great and high estate,
<lb/></l><l>Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
<lb/></l><l>Old Helicanus goes along behind.
<lb/></l><l>Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought
<lb/></l><l>This king to Tarsus,--think his pilot thought;
<lb/></l><l>So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,--
<lb/></l><l>To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
<lb/></l><l n="21">Like motes and shadows see them move awhile; 
<lb/></l><l>Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.</l>
<l><stage>DUMB SHOW.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter PERICLES, at one door, with all his
<lb/>   train; CLEON and DIONYZA, at the other.</stage> 
<lb/>   <stage>CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb; whereat
<lb/>   PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sack-cloth,</stage><stage type="exit"> and in a mighty passion departs. 
<lb/>   Then exeunt CLEON and DIONYZA.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>See how belief may suffer by foul show!
<lb/></l><l>This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe;
<lb/></l><l>And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
<lb/></l><l>With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershower'd,
<lb/></l><l>Leaves Tarsus and again embarks.   He swears
<lb/></l><l>Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:
<lb/></l><l>He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
<lb/></l><l n="30">A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, 
<lb/></l><l>And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
<lb/></l><l>The epitaph is for Marina writ
<lb/></l><l>By wicked Dionyza.
<stage>[Reads the inscription on Marina's                      monument.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>'The fairest, sweet'st, and best lies here,
<lb/></l><l>Who wither'd in her spring of year.
<lb/></l><l>She was of Tyrus the king's daughter,
<lb/></l><l>On whom foul death hath made this slaughter;
<lb/></l><l>Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
<lb/></l><l>Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth:
<lb/></l><l>Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
<lb/></l><l n="41">Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd: 
<lb/></l><l>Wherefore she does, and swears she'll never stint,
<lb/></l><l>Make raging battery upon shores of flint.'
<lb/></l><l>No visor does become black villany
<lb/></l><l>So well as soft and tender flattery.
<lb/></l><l>Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
<lb/></l><l>And bear his courses to be ordered
<lb/></l><l>By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play
<lb/></l><l>His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day
<lb/></l><l n="50">In her unholy service. Patience, then, 
<lb/></l><l>And think you now are all in Mytilene.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="5"> 
<head>SCENE V</head>
<stage type="setting">Mytilene.   A street before the brothel.</stage><stage type="entrance">Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen. </stage>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<p>Did you ever hear the like?</p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<p>No, nor never shall do in such
<lb/>a place as this, she being once gone. </p></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<p>But to have divinity preached
<lb/>there! did you ever dream of such a thing? </p></sp>
<sp who="sec.-gent."><speaker>Sec. Gent.</speaker> 
<p>No, no. Come, I am for no
<lb/>more bawdy-houses:   shall's go hear the 
<lb/>vestals sing? </p></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<p>I'll do any thing now that is
<lb/>virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting 
<lb n="10"/>for ever.                                  <stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></p></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="6"> 
<head>SCENE VI</head>
<stage type="setting">The same. A room in the brothel.</stage><stage type="entrance"> Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT.  </stage>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>Well, I had rather than twice the
<lb/>worth of her she had ne'er come here. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Fie, fie upon her! she's able to
<lb/>freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole 
<lb/>generation. We must either get her ravished, or
<lb/>be rid of her.   When she should do for clients
<lb/>her fitment, and do me the kindness of our
<lb/>profession, she has me her quirks, her 
<lb/>reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her
<lb/>knees; that she would make a puritan of the
<lb/>devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll
<lb/>disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make 
<lb/>our swearers priests. </p></sp>
<sp who="pand."><speaker>Pand.</speaker> 
<p>Now, the pox upon her green-sickness 
<lb/>for me! </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't
<lb/>but by the way to the pox. Here comes the
<lb/>Lord Lysimachus disguised. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>We should have both lord and
<lb/>lown, if the peevish baggage would but give 
<lb n="21"/>way to customers.                            
<stage type="entrance">               Enter LYSIMACHUS.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>How now! How a dozen of virginities?</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Now, the gods to bless your honor!</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>I am glad to see your honour in good
<lb/>health.</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>You may so; 'tis the better for you
<lb/>that your resorters stand upon sound legs. 
<lb/>How now! wholesome iniquity have you that
<lb/>a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon? </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>We have here one, sir, if she would
<lb/>--but there never came her like in Mytilene.</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>If she'ld do the deed of darkness,
<lb/>thou wouldst say. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Your honor knows what 'tis to say
<lb/>well enough. </p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>Well, call forth, call forth.</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>For flesh and blood, sir, white and
<lb/>red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose 
<lb/>indeed, if she had but-- </p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><p n="40">What, prithee?                       </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>O, sir, I can be modest.</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>That dignifies the renown of a bawd,
<lb/>no less than it gives a good report to a number
<lb/>to be chaste.                     
<stage type="exit">[Exit Boult.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker>
<p>Here comes that which grows to the
<lb/>stalk; never plucked yet, I can assure you. 
<stage type="entrance">         Re-enter BOULT with MARINA.</stage></p>
<p>Is she not a fair creature?</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>'Faith, she would serve after a long
<lb/>voyage at sea. Well, there's for you: leave us.  </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>I beseech your honor, give me
<lb n="51"/>leave: a word, and I'll have done presently. </p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>I beseech you, do.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
 <stage>[To Marina]</stage>
<p>First, I would have
<lb/>you note, this is an honorable man. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>I desire to find him so, that I may
<lb/>worthily note him. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Next, he's the governor of this country, 
<lb/>and a man whom I am bound to. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>If he govern the country, you are
<lb/>bound to him indeed; but how honorable he 
<lb n="61"/>is in that, I know not.                        </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Pray you, without any more virginal 
<lb/>fencing, will you use him kindly? He 
<lb/>will line your apron with gold. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>What he will do graciously, I will
<lb/>thankfully receive. </p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>Ha' you done?</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>My lord, she's not paced yet: you
<lb/>must take some pains to work her to your 
<lb/>manage. Come, we will leave his honor and 
<lb/>her together. Go thy ways. 
<stage type="exit">Exeunt Bawd, Pandar, and Boult.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>Now, pretty one, how long have you
<lb/>been at this trade? </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>What trade, sir?</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>Why, I cannot name't but I shall
<lb/>offend. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>I cannot be offended with my trade.
<lb/>Please you to name it.</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>How long have you been of this 
<lb/>profession? </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>E'er since I can remember?</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>Did you go to't so young?   Were
<lb n="81"/>you a gamester at five or at seven?         </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>Why, the house you dwell in proclaims 
<lb/>you to be a creature of sale.</p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>Do you know this house to be a
<lb/>place of such resort, and will come into't?  I
<lb/>hear say you are of honorable parts, and are
<lb/>the governor of this place. </p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>Why, hath your principal made
<lb n="90"/>known unto you who I am?                 </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>Who is my principal?</p></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<p>Why, your herb-woman; she that
<lb/>sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O,
<lb/>you have heard something of my power, and
<lb/>so stand aloof for more serious wooing. But I
<lb/>protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall
<lb/>not see thee, or else look friendly upon thee.
<lb/>Come, bring me to some private place: come,
<lb/>come. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>If you were born to honor, show it now;
<lb/></l><l>If put upon you, make the judgement good
<lb/></l><l>That thought you worthy of it.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>How's this? how's this?   Some more; be sage.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>For me,
<lb/></l><l>That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
<lb/></l><l>Have placed me in this sty, where, since I came,
<lb/></l><l>Diseases have been sold dearer than physic.
<lb/></l><l>O, that the gods
<lb/></l><l>Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
<lb/></l><l>Though they did change me to the meanest bird
<lb/></l><l part="I">That flies i' the purer air!</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I did not think
<lb/></l><l n="110">Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou couldst. 
<lb/></l><l>Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
<lb/></l><l>Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
<lb/></l><l>Persever in that clear way thou goest,
<lb/></l><l part="I">And the gods strengthen thee!</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">The good gods preserve you!</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>For me, be you thoughten
<lb/></l><l>That I came with no ill intent; for to me
<lb/></l><l>The very doors and windows savor vilely.
<lb/></l><l>Fare thee well. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
<lb/></l><l>I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.
<lb/></l><l n="120">Hold, here's more gold for thee.          
<lb/></l><l>A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
<lb/></l><l>That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost
<lb/></l><l>Hear from me, it shall be for thy good.
<stage type="entrance">                Re-enter BOULT.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I beseech your honour, one piece for me.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper!
<lb/></l><l>Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it,
<lb/></l><l>Would sink and overwhelm you. Away!     <stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>How's this?   We must take another
<lb/>course with you. If your peevish chastity,
<lb/>which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest
<lb/>country under the cope, shall undo a whole
<lb/>a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel.
<lb/>Come your ways. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>Whither would you have me?</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>I must have your maidenhead taken
<lb/>off, or the common hangman shall execute it. 
<lb/>Come your ways. We'll have no more gentlemen 
<lb/>driven away. Come your ways, I say. 
<stage type="entrance">                 Re-enter Bawd.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<lb/><p n="140">How now! what's the matter? </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Worse and worse, mistress; she has
<lb/>here spoken holy words to the Lord Lysimachus.</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>O abominable!</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>She makes our profession as it were
<lb/>to stink afore the face of the gods. </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Marry, hang her up for ever!</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>The nobleman would have dealt
<lb/>with her like a nobleman, and she sent him 
<lb/>away as cold as a snowball; saying his 
<lb/>prayers too.                                        </p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>Boult, take her away; use her at
<lb/>thy pleasure: crack the glass of her virginity, 
<lb/>and make the rest malleable. </p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>An if she were a thornier piece of
<lb/>ground than she is, she shall be ploughed. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>Hark, hark, you gods!</p></sp>
<sp who="bawd."><speaker>Bawd.</speaker> 
<p>She conjures: away with her!
<lb/>Would she had never come within my doors!
<lb/>Marry, hang you!   She's born to undo us.
<lb/>Will you not go the way of women-kind?
<lb/>Marry, come up, my dish of chastity with rose-
<lb/>mary and bays!                        
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage></p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Come, mistress; come your ways
<lb/>with me. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>Whither wilt thou have me?</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>To take from you the jewel you
<lb/>hold so dear. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>Prithee, tell me one thing first.</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Come now, your one thing.</p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>What canst thou wish thine enemy to be?</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Why, I could wish him to be my
<lb n="170"/>master, or rather, my mistress.           </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Neither of these are so bad as thou art,
<lb/></l><l>Since they do better thee in their command.
<lb/></l><l>Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend
<lb/></l><l>Of hell would not in reputation change:
<lb/></l><l>Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every
<lb/></l><l>Coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib;
<lb/></l><l>To the choleric fisting of every rogue
<lb/></l><l n="178">Thy ear is liable, thy food is such
<lb/></l><l>As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.</l></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>What would you have me do? go
<lb/>to the wars, would you? where a man may 
<lb/>serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and 
<lb/>have not money enough in the end to buy 
<lb/>him a wooden one? </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
<lb/></l><l>Old receptacles, or common shores, of filth;
<lb/></l><l>Serve by indenture to the common hangman:
<lb/></l><l>Any of these ways are yet better than this;
<lb/></l><l>For what thou professest, a baboon, could he speak,
<lb/></l><l>Would own a name too dear. O, that the gods
<lb/></l><l n="191">Would safely deliver me from this place! 
<lb/></l><l>Here, here's gold for thee.
<lb/></l><l>If that thy master would gain by me,
<lb/></l><l>Proclaim   that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
<lb/></l><l>With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
<lb/></l><l>And I will undertake all these to teach.
<lb/></l><l>I doubt not but this populous city will
<lb/></l><l>Yield many scholars.</l></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>But can you teach all this you speak of?</p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="200">Prove that I cannot, take me home again,    
<lb/></l><l>And prostitute me to the basest groom
<lb/></l><l>That doth frequent your house.</l></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>Well, I will see what I can do for
<lb/>thee: if I can place thee, I will. </p></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<p>But amongst honest women.</p></sp>
<sp who="boult."><speaker>Boult.</speaker> 
<p>'Faith, my acquaintance lies little
<lb/>amongst them. But since my master and mistress 
<lb/>have bought you, there's no going but by 
<lb/>their consent: therefore I will make them 
<lb/>acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not 
<lb/>but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, 
<lb/>I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></p></sp>
</div2> 
</div1> 
 
<div1 type="act" n="5"> 
<head>ACT V</head> 
<div2 type="scene" n="chorus1"> 
<stage type="entrance">Enter GOWER.</stage>
<sp who="gow."><speaker>Gow.</speaker>
<lb/><l>Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and chances
<lb/></l><l>Into an honest house, our story says.
<lb/></l><l>She sings like one immortal, and she dances
<lb/></l><l>As goddess-like to her admired lays;
<lb/></l><l>Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her needle composes
<lb/></l><l>Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry,
<lb/></l><l>That even her art sisters the natural roses;
<lb/></l><l>Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
<lb/></l><l n="9">That pupils lacks she none of noble race,   
<lb/></l><l>Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
<lb/></l><l>She gives the cursed bawd.   Here we her place;
<lb/></l><l>And to her father turn our thoughts again,
<lb/></l><l>Where we left him, on the sea.   We there him lost;
<lb/></l><l>Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrived
<lb/></l><l>Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
<lb/></l><l>Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived
<lb/></l><l>God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence
<lb/></l><l>Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,
<lb/></l><l>His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
<lb/></l><l n="20">And to him in his barge with fervor hies. 
<lb/></l><l>In your supposing once more put your sight
<lb/></l><l>Of heavy Pericles; think this his bark:
<lb/></l><l>Where what is done in action, more, if might,
<lb/></l><l>Shall be discover'd; please you, sit and hark.
<stage>Exit.</stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="1"> 
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting">On board Pericles' ship, off Mytilene. A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on   
a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel. </stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian
<lb/> vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELICANUS.</stage>
<sp who="tyr.-sail."><speaker>Tyr. Sail.</speaker> 
   <stage>[To the Sailor of Mytilene]</stage>
<lb/><l>Where is lord Helicanus? he can resolve  you.
<lb/></l><l>O, here he is.
<lb/></l><l>Sir, there's a barge put off from Mytilene,
<lb/></l><l>And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
<lb/></l><l>Who craves to come aboard.   What is your will?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.</l></sp>
<sp who="tyr.-sail."><speaker>Tyr. Sail.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
<lb/><stage type="entrance"> Enter two or three Gentlemen.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="first-gent."><speaker>First Gent.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Doth your lordship call?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Gentlemen, there's some of worth would come aboard;
<lb/></l><l n="10">I pray ye, greet them fairly.                 
<stage>The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the barge.</stage>
<lb/><stage type="entrance">Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords;
<lb/>   with the Gentlemen and the two Sailors. </stage></l></sp>
<sp who="tyr.-sail."><speaker>Tyr. Sail.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Sir,
<lb/></l><l>This is the man that can, in aught you would,
<lb/></l><l>Resolve you.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Hail, reverend sir! the gods preserve you!</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
<lb/></l><l part="I">And die as I would do.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">You wish me well.
<lb/></l><l>Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
<lb/></l><l>Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,
<lb/></l><l>I made to it, to know of whence you are.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="20">First, what is your place?          </l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I am the governor of this place you lie before.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Sir,
<lb/></l><l>Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;
<lb/></l><l>A man who for this three months hath not spoken
<lb/></l><l>To any one, nor taken sustenance
<lb/></l><l>But to prorogue his grief.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Upon what ground is his distemperature?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>'Twould be too tedious to repeat;
<lb/></l><l>But the main grief springs from the loss
<lb/></l><l n="30">Of a beloved daughter and a wife.         </l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>May we not see him?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>You may;
<lb/></l><l>But bootless is your sight: he will not speak
<lb/></l><l>To any.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Yet let me obtain my wish.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Behold him.   <stage>Pericles discovered.</stage>
<lb/></l><l>This was a goodly person,
<lb/></l><l>Till the disaster that, one mortal night,
<lb/></l><l>Drove him to this.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Sir king, all hail! the gods preserve you!
<lb/></l><l n="40">Hail, royal sir!                               </l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>It is in vain; he will not speak to you.</l></sp>
<sp who="first-lord."><speaker>First Lord.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Sir,
<lb/></l><l>We have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Would win some words of him.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">'Tis well bethought.
<lb/></l><l>She questionless with her sweet harmony
<lb/></l><l>And other chosen attractions, would allure,
<lb/></l><l>And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
<lb/></l><l>Which now are midway stopp'd:
<lb/></l><l>She is all happy as the fairest of all,
<lb/></l><l n="50">And, with her fellow maids, is now upon   
<lb/></l><l>The leafy shelter that abuts against
<lb/></l><l>The island's side.
<stage>[Whispers a Lord, who goes off in the
<lb/> barge of Lysimachus.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit
<lb/></l><l>That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness
<lb/></l><l>We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you
<lb/></l><l>That for our gold we may provision have,
<lb/></l><l>Wherein we are not destitute for want,
<lb/></l><l part="I">But weary for the staleness.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O, sir, a courtesy
<lb/></l><l>Which if we should deny, the most just gods
<lb/></l><l n="60">For every graff would send a caterpillar,   
<lb/></l><l>And so afflict our province. Yet once more
<lb/></l><l>Let me entreat to know at large the cause
<lb/></l><l part="I">Of your king's sorrow.</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Sit, sir, I will recount it to you:
<lb/></l><l part="I">But, see, I am prevented.
<lb/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, with MARINA and a young Lady.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O, here is
<lb/></l><l>The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
<lb/></l><l part="I">Is't not a goodly presence?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<l part="F">She's a gallant lady.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>She's such a one, that, were I well assured
<lb/></l><l>Came of a gentle kind and noble stock,
<lb/></l><l n="69">I'ld wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed.    
<lb/></l><l>Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
<lb/></l><l>Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
<lb/></l><l>If that thy prosperous and artificial feat
<lb/></l><l>Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
<lb/></l><l>Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
<lb/></l><l part="I">As thy desires can wish.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Sir, I will use
<lb/></l><l>My utmost skill in his recovery,
<lb/></l><l>Provided
<lb/></l><l>That none but I and my companion maid
<lb/></l><l part="I">Be suffer'd to come near him.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Come, let us leave her;
<lb/></l><l n="80">And the gods make her prosperous!         
<stage>[Marina sings.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Mark'd he your music?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">No, nor look'd on us.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>See, she will speak to him.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Hum, ha!</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I am a maid,
<lb/></l><l>My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
<lb/></l><l>But have been gazed on like a comet: she speaks,
<lb/></l><l>My lord, that, may be, hath endured a grief
<lb/></l><l>Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
<lb/></l><l>Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
<lb/></l><l n="91">My derivation was from ancestors           
<lb/></l><l>Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
<lb/></l><l>But time hath rooted out my parentage,
<lb/></l><l>And to the world and awkward casualties
<lb/></l><l>Bound me in servitude.   <stage>[Aside]</stage> I will desist;
<lb/></l><l>But there is something glows upon my cheek,
<lb/></l><l>And whispers in mine ear 'Go not till he speak.'</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My fortunes--parentage--good parentage--
<lb/></l><l>To equal mine!--was it not thus? what say you?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="100">I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,    
<lb/></l><l>You would not do me violence.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I do think so. Pray you, turn your eyes upon me.
<lb/></l><l>You are like something that--What country-woman?
<lb/></l><l part="I">Here of these shores?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">No, nor of any shores:
<lb/></l><l>Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
<lb/></l><l>No other than I appear.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.
<lb/></l><l>My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one
<lb/></l><l>My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows;
<lb/></l><l>Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
<lb/></l><l n="111">As silver-voiced; her eyes as jewel-like     
<lb/></l><l>And cased as richly; in pace another Juno;
<lb/></l><l>Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry,
<lb/></l><l>The more she gives them speech. Where do you live?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Where I am but a stranger: from the deck
<lb/></l><l part="I">You may discern the place.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Where were you bred?
<lb/></l><l>And how achieved you these endowments, which
<lb/></l><l>You make more rich to owe?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>If I should tell my history, it would seem
<lb/></l><l part="I">Like lies disdain'd in the reporting.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l n="120" part="F">Prithee, speak: 
<lb/></l><l>Falseness cannot come from thee; for thou look'st
<lb/></l><l>Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace
<lb/></l><l>For the crown'd Truth to dwell in: I will believe thee,
<lb/></l><l>And make my senses credit thy relation
<lb/></l><l>To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st
<lb/></l><l>Like one I loved indeed.   What were thy friends?
<lb/></l><l>Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back--
<lb/></l><l>Which was when I perceived thee--that thou camest
<lb/></l><l part="I">From good descending?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">So indeed I did.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="130">Report thy parentage.   I think thou said'st  
<lb/></l><l>Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury,
<lb/></l><l>And   that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine,
<lb/></l><l part="I">If both were open'd.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Some such thing
<lb/></l><l>I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
<lb/></l><l part="I">Did warrant me was likely.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Tell thy story;
<lb/></l><l>If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
<lb/></l><l>Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
<lb/></l><l>Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look
<lb/></l><l>Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
<lb/></l><l>Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
<lb/></l><l n="141">How lost thou them?   Thy name, my most kind virgin? 
<lb/></l><l>Recount, I do beseech thee: come, sit by me.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">My name is Marina.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O, I am mock'd,
<lb/></l><l>And thou by some incensed god sent hither
<lb/></l><l part="I">To make the world to laugh at me.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Patience, good sir,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Or here I'll cease.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Nay, I'll be patient.
<lb/></l><l>Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
<lb/></l><l>To call thyself Marina.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>The name
<lb/></l><l>Was given me by one that had some power,
<lb/></l><l part="I">My father, and a king.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l n="151" part="F">How! a king's daughter? 
<lb/></l><l part="I">And call'd Marina?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">You said you would believe me;
<lb/></l><l>But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
<lb/></l><l part="I">I will end here.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">But are you flesh and blood?
<lb/></l><l>Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
<lb/></l><l>Motion!   Well; speak on. Where were you born?
<lb/></l><l part="I">And wherefore call'd Marina?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Call'd Marina
<lb/></l><l part="I">For I was born at sea.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">At sea! what mother?</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My mother was the daughter of a king;
<lb/></l><l n="160">Who died the minute I was born,          
<lb/></l><l>As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
<lb/></l><l part="I">Deliver'd weeping.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">O, stop there a little!
<lb/><stage>[Aside]</stage></l><l>This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
<lb/></l><l>Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be:
<lb/></l><l>My daughter's buried.   Well: where were you bred?
<lb/></l><l>I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
<lb/></l><l>And never interrupt you.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>You scorn: believe me, 'twere best I did give o'er.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I will believe you by the syllable
<lb/></l><l>Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:
<lb/></l><l n="171">How came you in these parts? where were you bred?  </l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>The king my father did in Tarsus leave me;
<lb/></l><l>Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
<lb/></l><l>Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
<lb/></l><l>A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't,
<lb/></l><l>A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
<lb/></l><l>Brought me to Mytilene. But, good sir,
<lb/></l><l>Whither will you have me?   Why do you weep?  It may be,
<lb/></l><l>You think me an impostor: no, good faith;
<lb/></l><l n="180">I am the daughter to King Pericles,        
<lb/></l><l>If good King Pericles be.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Ho, Helicanus!</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Calls my lord?</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
<lb/></l><l>Most wise in general: tell me, if thou canst,
<lb/></l><l>What this maid is, or what is like to be,
<lb/></l><l part="I">That thus hath made me weep?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I know not; but
<lb/></l><l>Here is the regent, sir, of Mytilene
<lb/></l><l part="I">Speaks nobly of her.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">She would never tell
<lb/></l><l n="190">Her parentage; being demanded that,   
<lb/></l><l>She would sit still and weep.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>O Helicanus, strike me, honor'd sir;
<lb/></l><l>Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
<lb/></l><l>Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me
<lb/></l><l>O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
<lb/></l><l>And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,
<lb/></l><l>Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
<lb/></l><l>Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus,
<lb/></l><l>And found at sea again!  O Helicanus,
<lb/></l><l n="200">Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods as loud  
<lb/></l><l>As thunder threatens us: this is Marina.
<lb/></l><l>What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
<lb/></l><l>For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Though doubts did ever sleep.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">First, sir, I pray,
<lb/></l><l>What is your title?</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
<lb/></l><l>My drown'd queen's name, as in the rest you said
<lb/></l><l>Thou hast been godlike perfect,
<lb/></l><l>The heir of kingdoms and another like
<lb/></l><l n="210">To Pericles thy father.                     </l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Is it no more to be your daughter than
<lb/></l><l>To say my mother's name was Thaisa?
<lb/></l><l>Thaisa was my mother, who did end
<lb/></l><l>The minute I began.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child.
<lb/></l><l>Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus;
<lb/></l><l>She is not dead at Tarsus, as she should have been,
<lb/></l><l>By savage Cleon: she shall tell thee all;
<lb/></l><l>When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge
<lb/></l><l n="220">She is thy very princess. Who is this? </l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Sir, 'tis the governor of Mytilene,
<lb/></l><l>Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
<lb/></l><l part="I">Did come to see you.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I embrace you.
<lb/></l><l>Give me my robes.   I am wild in my beholding.
<lb/></l><l>O heavens bless my girl!   But, hark, what music?
<lb/></l><l>Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
<lb/></l><l>O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
<lb/></l><l>How sure you are my daughter.   But, what music?</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My lord, I hear none.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="230">None!                               
<lb/></l><l>The music of the spheres! List, my Marina.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>It is not good to cross him; give him way.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Rarest sounds!   Do ye not hear?</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">My lord, I hear.   <stage>[Music.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Most heavenly music!
<lb/></l><l>It nips me unto listening, and thick slumber
<lb/></l><l>Hangs upon mine eyes: let me rest.  <stage>[Sleeps.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>A pillow for his head:
<lb/></l><l>So, leave him all.   Well, my companion friends,
<lb/></l><l>If this but answer to my just belief,
<lb/></l><l n="240">I'll well remember you.                    
<stage type="exit">         [Exeunt all but Pericles.</stage>
<lb/><stage type="entrance">DIANA appears to PERICLES as in a vision.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="dia."><speaker>Dia.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither,
<lb/></l><l>And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
<lb/></l><l>There, when my maiden priests are met together,
<lb/></l><l>Before the people all,
<lb/></l><l>Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
<lb/></l><l>To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call
<lb/></l><l>And give them repetition to the life.
<lb/></l><l>Or perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe;
<lb/></l><l>Do it, and happy; by my silver bow!
<lb/></l><l n="250">Awake, and tell thy dream.  <stage type="exit">[Disappears. </stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
<lb/></l><l part="I">I will obey thee. Helicanus!
<stage type="entrance">   Re-enter HELICANUS, LYSIMACHUS, and
<lb/>            MARINA.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Sir?</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike
<lb/></l><l>The inhospitable Cleon; but I am
<lb/></l><l>For other service first: toward Ephesus
<lb/></l><l>Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.
<lb/><stage>[To Lysimachus]</stage> </l><l>Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
<lb/></l><l>And give you gold for such provision
<lb/></l><l>As our intents will need?</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="260">Sir,                                  
<lb/></l><l>With all my heart; and, when you come ashore,
<lb/></l><l part="I">I have another suit.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">You shall prevail,
<lb/></l><l>Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems
<lb/></l><l part="I">You have been noble towards her.</l></sp>
<sp who="lys."><speaker>Lys.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Sir, lend me your arm.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Come, my Marina.  <stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
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<div2 type="scene" n="2"> 
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="exit">Enter GOWER, before the temple of DIANA at Ephesus.</stage>
<sp who="gow."><speaker>Gow.</speaker>
<lb/><l>Now our sands are almost run;
<lb/></l><l>More a little, and then dumb.
<lb/></l><l>This, my last boon, give me,
<lb/></l><l>For such kindness must relieve me,
<lb/></l><l>That you aptly will suppose
<lb/></l><l>What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
<lb/></l><l>What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
<lb/></l><l>The regent made in Mytilene
<lb/></l><l>To greet the king. So he thrived,
<lb/></l><l n="10">That he is promised to be wived         
<lb/></l><l>To fair Marina; but in no wise
<lb/></l><l>Till he had done his sacrifice,
<lb/></l><l>As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
<lb/></l><l>The interim, pray you, all confound.
<lb/></l><l>In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd,
<lb/></l><l>And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
<lb/></l><l>At Ephesus, the temple see,
<lb/></l><l>Our king and all his company.
<lb/></l><l>That he can hither come so soon,
<lb/></l><l n="20">Is by your fancy's thankful doom.  
<stage type="exit">Exit. </stage></l></sp>
</div2> 
<div2 type="scene" n="3"> 
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">The temple of Diana at Ephesus; THAISA standing near the altar, as high priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter PERICLES, with his train; LYSIMACHUS,
<lb/>                HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady.]</stage>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
<lb/></l><l>I here confess myself the king of Tyre;
<lb/></l><l>Who, frighted from my country, did wed
<lb/></l><l>At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.
<lb/></l><l>At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
<lb/></l><l>A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess,
<lb/></l><l>Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus
<lb/></l><l>Was nursed with Cleon; who at fourteen years
<lb/></l><l>He sought to murder: but her better stars
<lb/></l><l>Brought her to Mytilene; 'gainst whose shore
<lb/></l><l>Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
<lb/></l><l>Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
<lb/></l><l part="I">Made known herself my daughter.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Voice and favor!
<lb/></l><l>You are, you are--O royal Pericles!  <stage>[Faints.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen!</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Noble sir,
<lb/></l><l>If you have told Diana's altar true,
<lb/></l><l part="I">This is your wife.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Reverend appearer, no;
<lb/></l><l>I threw her overboard with these very arms.</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Upon this coast, I warrant you.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l n="20" part="F">'Tis most certain. </l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Look to the lady; O, she's but o'er-joy'd.
<lb/></l><l>Early in blustering morn this lady was
<lb/></l><l>Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,
<lb/></l><l>Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed her
<lb/></l><l part="I">Here in Diana's temple.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">May we see them?</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
<lb/></l><l>Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is
<lb/></l><l>Recovered.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>O, let me look!
<lb/></l><l>If he be none of mine, my sanctity
<lb/></l><l n="30">Will to my sense bend no licentious ear, 
<lb/></l><l>But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,
<lb/></l><l>Are you not Pericles?   Like him you spake,
<lb/></l><l>Like him   you are: did you not name a tempest,
<lb/></l><l part="I">A birth, and death?</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">The voice of dead Thaisa!</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
<lb/></l><l>And drown'd.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Immortal Dian!</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Now I know you better.
<lb/></l><l>When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
<lb/></l><l>The king my father gave you such a ring.  <stage>[Shows a ring.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="40">This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness 
<lb/></l><l>Makes my past miseries sports: you shall do well,
<lb/></l><l>That on the touching of her lips I may
<lb/></l><l>Melt and no more be seen. O, come, be buried
<lb/></l><l part="I">A second time within these arms.</l></sp>
<sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker> 
<l part="F">My heart
<lb/></l><l>Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.   <stage>[Kneels to Thaisa.</stage></l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa;
<lb/></l><l>Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina
<lb/></l><l part="I">For she was yielded there.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Blest, and mine own!</l></sp>
<sp who="hel."><speaker>Hel.</speaker> 
<lb/><l part="I">Hail, madam, and my queen!</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I know you not.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l n="50">You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre, 
<lb/></l><l>I left behind an ancient substitute:
<lb/></l><l>Can you remember what I call'd the man?
<lb/></l><l part="I">I have named him oft.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<l part="F">'Twas Helicanus then.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Still confirmation:
<lb/></l><l>Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.
<lb/></l><l>Now do I long to hear how you were found;
<lb/></l><l>How possibly preserved; and who to thank,
<lb/></l><l>Besides the gods, for this great miracle.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,
<lb/></l><l n="60">Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can  
<lb/></l><l part="I">From first to last resolve you.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<l part="F">Reverend sir,
<lb/></l><l>The gods can have no mortal officer
<lb/></l><l>More like a god than you. Will you deliver
<lb/></l><l part="I">How this dead queen re-lives?</l></sp>
<sp who="cer."><speaker>Cer.</speaker> 
<l part="F">I will, my lord.
<lb/></l><l>Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
<lb/></l><l>Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
<lb/></l><l>How she came placed here in the temple;
<lb/></l><l>No needful thing omitted.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision!   I
<lb/></l><l n="70">Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa, 
<lb/></l><l>This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
<lb/></l><l>Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
<lb/></l><l>This ornament
<lb/></l><l>Makes me look dismal will I clip to form;
<lb/></l><l>And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
<lb/></l><l>To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.</l></sp>
<sp who="thai."><speaker>Thai.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
<lb/></l><l>My father's dead.</l></sp>
<sp who="per."><speaker>Per.</speaker> 
<lb/><l>Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen,
<lb/></l><l>We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
<lb/></l><l>Will in that kingdom spend our following days:
<lb/></l><l>Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
<lb/></l><l>Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay
<lb/></l><l>To hear the rest untold: sir, lead's the way.  <stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage></l></sp>
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<div2 type="scene" n="chorus2"> 
<stage type="entrance">Enter GOWER.</stage>
<sp who="gow."><speaker>Gow.</speaker>
<lb/><l>In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard
<lb/></l><l>Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
<lb/></l><l>In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen,
<lb/></l><l>Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,
<lb/></l><l>Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast,
<lb/></l><l n="90">Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last: 
<lb/></l><l>In Helicanus may you well descry
<lb/></l><l>A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
<lb/></l><l>In reverend Cerimon there well appears
<lb/></l><l>The worth that learned charity aye wears:
<lb/></l><l>For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame
<lb/></l><l>Had spread their cursed deed, and honor'd name
<lb/></l><l>Of Pericles, to rage the city turn,
<lb/></l><l>That him and his they in his palace burn;
<lb/></l><l>The gods for murder seemed so content
<lb/></l><l n="100">To punish them; although not done, but meant. 
<lb/></l><l>So, on your patience evermore attending,
<lb/></l><l>New joy wait on you!   Here our play has ending.
<stage type="exit">[Exit. </stage></l></sp>
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