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courage.

[Aside.

Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, That never relish'd of a base descent. I came unto your court, for honour's cause, And not to be a rebel to her state; And he that otherwise accounts of me, This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy. Sim. No!

Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
Enter THAISA.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you?
Thai. Why, Sir, say if you had,

Who takes offence at that would make me glad?

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory?— I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.] I'll

tame you;

I'll bring you in subjection.

Will you, not having my consent, bestow Your love and your affections on a stranger? (Who, for ought I know to the contrary, Or think, may be as great in blood as I.) [Aside. Hear therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,

[me,

And you, Sir, hear you.-Either be rul'd by Or I will make you-man and wife. [too.Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it And being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy; And for a further grief,-God give you joy! What, are you both pleas'd?

Thai. Yes, if you love me, Sir.

Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Sim. What, are you both agreed? Both. Yes, 'please your majesty. Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt.

ACT III.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Now sleep yslaked* hath the rout; No din but snores, the house about,

* Quenched.

Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Of this most pompous marriage-feast.
The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole:
And crickets sing at th' oven's mouth,
As the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded;-Be attent,
And time that is so briefly spent,
With your fine fancies quaintly eche;"
What's dumb in show, I'll plain with
speech.

Dumb show.

Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets then, kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter. PERI CLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES take leave of her father, and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c. retire.

Gow. By many a dearnt and painful
Of Pericles the careful search [percht
By the four opposing coignes,ģ
Which the world together joins,
Is made, with all due diligence,
That horse, and sail, and high expense,
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre
(Fame answering the most strong inquire,)
To the court of king Simonides

Are letters brought; the tenour these:
Antiochus and his daughter's dead;
The men of Tyrus, on the head
Of Helicanus would set on

The crown of Tyre, but he will none:
The mutiny there he hastes t'appease;
Says to them, If king Pericles
Come not, in twice six moons, home,
He obedient to their doom,

Will take the crown. The sum of this,
Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Y-ravished the regions round,

And every one with claps 'gan sound,
Our heir apparent is a king:

Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre:
His queen, with child, makes her desire
(Which who shall cross?) along to go;
Omit we all their dole and woe ;)
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood
Varies again; the grizzled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth,
That, as a duck for life that dives,

So

up and down the poor ship drives.
The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near!**
Doth fall in travail with her fear:
And what ensues in this fell storm,
Shall, for itself, itself perform.
I nillit relate; action may
Conveniently the rest convey:
Which might not what by me is tola.
In your imagination hold

This stage, the ship, upon whose deck The sea-tost prince appears to speak. [Erit. SCENE 1.-Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges,

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Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou,

that hast

deaf'ning,

Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
Having call'd them from the deep! O still thy
[nimble,
Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy
Sulphureous flashes!-O how, Lychorida,
How does my queen?-Thou storm, thou! veno-
mously
[tle
Wilt thou spit all thyself?-The seaman's whis-
Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
Unheard.-Lychorida! Lucina,t O
Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the
pangs

Of my queen's travails!-Now, Lychorida

Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant.

Lyc. Here is a thing

Too young for such a place, who if it had
Conceitt would die as I am like to do.

Take in your arms this piece of your dead

queen.

Per. How! how, Lychorida!

Lyc. Patience, good Sir; do not assist the

storm.

Here's all that is left living of your queen,—
A little daughter; for the sake of it,
Be manly, and take comfort.

Per. O you gods!

Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, And snatch them straight away? We, here below,

Recall not what we give, and therein may
Vie honours with yourselves.

Lyc. Patience, good Sir,

Even for this charge.

Per. Now, mild may be thy life!

For a more blust'rous birth had never babe : Quiet and gentle thy conditions!

For thou'rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world, That e'er was prince's child. Happy what folThou hast as chiding|| a nativity, [lows! As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, [first, To herald thee from the womb: even at the Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit,¶ With all thou canst find here.-Now the good Throw their best eyes upon it! [gods

Enter two SAILORS.

1 Sail. What courage, Sir? God save you.
Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the
flaw;**
[love

It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the
Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer,
I would, it would be quiet.

1 Sail. Slack the bolinstt there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself. 2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not.

1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard; the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie, till the ship be cleared of the dead.

Per. That's your superstition.

1 Sail. Pardon us, Sir; with us at sea it still hath been observed; and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.

Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen!

Lyc. Here she lies, Sir.

* Maliciously.
↑ Thought.
As noisy a one.
**Blast.

+ The goddess of child-bearing. Contend with you in honour. Than thy entrance into life can requite. It Bowlines, ropes of the sails.

Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my
dear,

No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time
To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze;
Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
And aye-remaining lamps, the belching
whale,
And humming water must o'erwhelm thy
[corpse,
Lying with simple shells. Lychorida,
Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink, and paper,
My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe
Upon the pillow; hie thee, whiles I say
A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman.
[Exit LYCHORIDA.

2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk'd and bitumed ready.

Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say, what coast is this?

Sail. We are near Tharsus. Per. Thither, gentle mariner,

Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?

2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. Per. O make for Tharsus.

There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
Cannot hold out to Tyrus; there I'll leave it
At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mari-
I'll bring the body presently.

[ner; [Exeunt.

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Enter PHILEMON.

Phil. Doth my lord call?

It has been a turbulent and stormy night.
Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men;
Till now, I ne'er endur'd.
Serv. I have been in many; but such a night
[as this,

Cer. Your master will be dead ere you re-
turn;

That can recover him. Give this to the 'potheThere's nothing can be minister'd to nature, And tell me how it works. [cary, [TO PHILEMON.

[Exeunt PHILEMON, SERVANT, and those who had been shipwrecked."

Enter two GENTLEMEN.

1 Gent. Good morrow, Sir.

2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Why do you stir so early? Cer. Gentlemen,

1 Gent. Sir,

Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
The very principalst did seem to rend,
Shook, as the earth did quake;
And all to topple ;; pure surprise and fear
Made me to quit the house.

"Tis not our husbandry.§
2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so
[early;
Cer. O, you say well.

1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lord-
Rich tire about you, should at these early
ship, having
[hours
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
It is most strange,

* Ever-burning.
rafters in the roof of a building.
+ The principals are the strongest
↑ Tumble.
I. e. Economical prudence, early rising. П Attire.

Nature should be so conversant with pain, Being thereto not compell'd.

Cer. I held it ever,

Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. "Tis known, I ever
Have studied physic, through which secret art,
By turning o'er authorities, I have
(Together with my practice,) made familiar
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
And I can speak of the disturbances
That nature works, and of her cures; which
gives me

A more content in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
To please the fool and death.

2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth

Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Your creatures, who by you have been restor❜d: And not your knowledge, personal pain, but

even

Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon
Such strong renown as time shall never-
Enter two SERVANTS with a chest.
Serv. So; lift there.

Cer. What is that?

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| Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
By good appliance was recovered.

For look, how fresh she looks!-They were
too rough,
That threw her in the sea.
* Knowledge.

Make fire within;

+ Worldly.

Enter a SERVANT, with boxes, napkins, and fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.The rough and woful music that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.

The vial once more;-How thou stirr'st, thou block!

The music there.-I pray you, give her air :Gentlemen,

This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranc'd

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Into life's flower again!

1 Gent. The heavens, Sir, Through you, increase our wonder, and set up

Your fame for ever.

Cer. She's alive; behold,

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost,

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
The diamonds of a most praised water
Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live,
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair
creature,

Rare as you seem to be!
Thai. O dear Diana,

[She moves.

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world

is this?

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Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come; And Esculapius guide us!

[Exeunt carrying THAISA away. SCENE III.-Tharsus.-A Room in CLEON'S House.

Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, and MARINA.

gone;

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be [stands My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! The [gods Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,

Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.
Dion. O your sweet queen!

That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither,

To have bless'd mine eyes!

Per. We cannot but obey

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom,
For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) here
I charge your charity withal, and leave her
The infant of your care; beseeching you
To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

[corn,

Cle. Fear not, my lord: Your grace, that fed my country with your (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,) [tion Must in your child be thought on. If neglec

* Favour.

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madam,

By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show willt in't. So I take my leave. Good madam, make me blessed in your care In bringing up my child.

Dion I have one myself,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Than yours, my lord.

Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o'the shore;

Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and The gentlest winds of heaven.

Per. I will embrace

[tears,

Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-V, no
Lychorida, no tears:

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
You may depend hereafter.-Come, my lord.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Ephesus.-A Room in CERIMON'S

House.

Enter CERIMON and THAISA.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,

Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
At your command. Know you the character?
Thai. It is my lord's.
That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even on my yearnings time; but whether there
Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you
Diana's temple is not distant far, [speak,
Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift [Exeunt.

small.

ACT IV.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd to his own desire.
His woful queen leave at Ephess.
To Dian there a votaress.

Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In music, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,

Which makes her both the heart and place
Of general wonder. But, alack!
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,

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Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight Philoten: and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be:

Be't when she weav'd the sleided↑ silk
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld

wound

The cambric, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute

She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records with moan; or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Veil to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute|| Marina: so

With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead;
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
And cursed Dionyza hath

The pregnant instrument of wrath
Prest for this blow. The unborn event
I do commend to your content:
Only I carry winged time

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
Which never could I so convey,

Unless your thoughts went on my way.-
Dionyza does appear,

With Leonine, a murderer.

[Exit.

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Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have | Wherein my death might yield her profit, or
A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's* My life imply her danger?
Leon. My commission

chang'd

With this unprofitable woe! Come, come; Give me your wreath of flowers. Ere the sea mar it, [there, Walk forth with Leonine; the air is quick Piercing, and sharpens well the stomach. Come ;

Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. Mar. No, I pray you;

I'll not bereave you of your servant.

Dion. Come, come;

I love the king your father, and yourself, With more than foreign heart. We every day Expect him here: when he shall come, and Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted, [find He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; Blame both my lord and me, that we have ta'en

No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you, Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve That excellent complexion, which did steal The eyes of young and old. Care not for me; I can go home alone.

Mar. Well, I will go;

But yet I have no desire to it.

Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; Remember what I have said.

Leon. I warrant you, madam.

Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while;

Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood:
What! I must have a care of you.
Mur. Thanks, sweet madam.-

[Exit DIONYZA. Is this wind westerly that blows? Leon. South-west.

Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. Leon. Was't so?

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

But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling
His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes;
And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
That almost burst the deck, and from the lad-

der-tackle

Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry, They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles,

The master calls, and trebles their confusion. Leon. And when was this?

Mar. It was when I was born:

Never was waves nor wind more violent.
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
Mar. What mean you?

Leon. If you require a little space for

prayer,

I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious,
For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
To do my work with haste.

Mar. Why, will you kill me?
Leon. To satisfy my lady.

Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?
Now, as I can remember, by my troth,
I never did her hurt in all my life;
I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
To any living creature: believe me, la,
I never kill'd a mouse, nor burt a fly:
I trod upon a worm against my will,
But I wept for it. How have I offended,

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Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. [show You are well-favour'd, and your looks foreYou have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, When you caught hurt in parting two that fought:

Good sooth, it show'd well in you; do so now: Your lady seeks my life: come you between, And save poor me, the weaker.

Leon. I am sworn, And will despatch.

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Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;

And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead,

And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further;
Perhaps they will but please themselves upon
Not carry her aboard. If she remain, [her,
Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be
slain.
[Exit.

SCENE III.-Mitylene.-A Room in a
Brothel.

Enter PANDER, BAWD, and BOULT.
Pund. Boult.

Boult. Sir.

Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart, by being too wenchless.

Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten.

Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whate'er we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be us'd in every trade, we shall never prosper.

Buwd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up of poor bastards, as I think I have brought up some eleven

Boult. Ay, to eleven, and brought them down again. But shall I search the market? Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden.

Pand. Thou say'st true; they are too unwholesome o'conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay with the little baggage.

Boult. Ay, she quickly poop'd him; she made him roast meat for worms:-but I'll go search the market. [Exit BOULT. Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over.

Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? Is it a shame to get when we are old?

Pand. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity; nor the commodity wages not

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