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0! you say well.

2 Gent. Most likely, sir. 1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, Cer.

Nay, certainly to-night; having

For look, how fresh she looks. They were too rough, Rich tire about you, should at these early hours That threw her in the sea. Make fire within : Shake off the golden slumber of repose.

Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. 'Tis most strange,

Death may usurp on nature many hours, Nature should be so conversant with pain,

And yet the fire of life kindle again Being thereto not compell’d.

The overpressed spirits. I heard Cer.

I hold it ever,

Of an Egyptian, that had nine hours lien dead,
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Who was by good appliance recovered.
Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs

Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire. May the two latter darken and expend;

Well said, well said ; the fire and the cloths.But immortality attends the former,

The rough and woful music that we have, Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever

Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. Have studied physic, through which secret art, The vial once more;-how thou stirr'st, thou block !By turning o'er authorities, I have

The music there !- I pray you, give her air. (Together with my practice) inade familiar

Gentlemen, To me and to my aid, the blest infusions

This queen will live : nature awakes a warm
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;

Breath out of her: she hath not been entranc'd
And can speak of the disturbances that nature Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow
Works, and of her cures; which doth give me Into life's flower again!
A more content, in course of true delight,

1 Gent.

The heavens Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,

Through you increase our wonder, and set up Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

Your fame for ever. To please the fool and death.


She is alive! behold, 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels forth

Which Pericles hath lost, Your charity, and hundreds call themselves

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold : Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd: The diamonds of a most praised water And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even Do appear to make the world twice rich. Live, Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, Such strong renown as time shall never

Rare as you seem to be !

[She moves. Enter Two Servants with a Chest.


O dear Diana! Serv. So; lift there.

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? Cer. What is that?

2 Gent. Is not this strange ? Serv, Sir, even now 1 Gent.

Most rare. Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:


Hush, gentle neighbours ! 'Tis of some wreck.

Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her. Cer.

Set it down ; let's look upon't. Get linen : now this matter must be look'd to, 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.

For her relapse is mortal. Come, come; Cer.

Whate'er it be, And Æsculapius guide us ! 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:

[Exeunt, carrying Thaisa out. If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,

SCENE III.-Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. "Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.

Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, LYCHORIDA, and 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.


How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd. Did the sea cast it up?

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone : Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir,

My twelve months are expird, and Tyrus stands As toss'd it


In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
Come, wrench it open.

Take from my heart all thankfulness; the gods
Soft, soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.

Make up the rest upon you ! 2 Gent. A delicate odour.

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you Cer. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.

mortally, O, you most potent gods! what's here? a corse? Yet glance full wanderingly on us. i Gent. Most strange!


O, your sweet queen! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm'd and en- That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her treasured

hither, With full bags of spices! A passport too :

To have bless'd mine eyes ! Apollo, perfect me i' the characters ! [Unfolds a Scroll. Per.

We cannot but obey The above us. Could I

powers Here I give to understand,


(If e'er this coffin drive a-land)

As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
1, king Pericles, have lost

Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina (whom,
This queen, worth all our mundane cost.

For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) here
Who finds her, give her burying ;

I charge your charity withal, and leave her
She was the daughter of a king :

The infant of your care; beseeching you
Besides this treasure for a fee,

To give her princely training, that she may

Be manner'd as she is born.
The gods requite his charity!"


Fear not, my lord, but think If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart

Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, That even cracks for woe !—This chanc'd to-night. (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you)


I believe you;

Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Lychorida, no tears :
Should therein make me vile, the common body, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty ;

You may depend hereafter.—Come, my lord. (Exeunt. But if to that my nature need a spur,

SCENE IV.—Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House. The gods revenge it upon me and mine,

To the end of generation.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Your honour and your goodness teach me to't, Lay with you in your coffer, which are
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, At your command. Know you the character ?
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,

Thai. It is my lord's. Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Though I show will in't. So I take my leave. Even on my yearning time; but whether there Good madam, make me blessed in your care

Delivered or no, by the holy gods, In bringing up my child.

I cannot rightly say. But since king Pericles, Dion.

I have one myself, My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, Who shall not be more dear to my respect,

A vestal livery will I take me to, Than yours, my lord.

And never more have joy. Per.


thanks and prayers.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o' the Diana's temple is not distant far, shore;

Where you may abide till your date expire. Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine The gentlest winds of heaven.

Shall there attend you. Per.

I will embrace

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-0! no tears, Yetmy good will is great, though the gift small. (Exeunt.

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Enter Gower.

And cursed Dionyza hath
Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre,

The pregnant instrument of wrath
Welcom'd and settled to his own desire :

Prest for this blow. The unborn event His woful queen we leave at Ephesus,

I do commend to your content: Unto Diana there a votaress.

Only I carried winged time Now to Marina bend your mind,

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; Whom our fast-growing scene must find

Which never could I so convey, At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

Unless your thoughts went on my way:In music, letters; who hath gain 'd

Diony za doth appear, Of education all the grace,

With Leonine, a murderer.

[Erit. Which makes her both the heart and place

SCENE I.—Tharsus. An open Place near the SeaOf general wonder. But alack !

shore. That monster envy, oft the wrack

Enter Dionyza and LEONINE.
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.

Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't: And in this kind hath our Cleon

'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. One daughter, and a wench full grown,

Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon, Even ripe for marriage rite: this maid

To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, Hight Philoten; and it is said

Which is but cold, inflaming love in thy bosom, For certain in our story, she

Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which Would ever with Marina be:

Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk

A soldier to thy purpose. With fingers, long, small, white as milk;

Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Or when she would with sharp needle wound Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. The cambric, which she made more sound

By hurting it; or when to the lute

She comes weeping for her old nurse's death.
She sung, and made the night-bird mute, Thou art resolv'd ?
That still records with moan; or when


I am resolv'd. She would with rich and constant pen

Enter Marina, with a Basket of Flowers. Vail to her mistress Dian ; still

Mar. No, I will rob Tellus of her weed, This Philoten contends in skill

To strew thy grave with flowers: the yellows, blues, With absolute Marina : so

The purple violets, and marigolds,
With the dove of Paphos might the crow Shall, as a carpet, hang upon thy grave,
Vie feathers white. Marina gets

While summer days do last. Ah me, poor maid ! All praises, which are paid as debts,

Born in a tempest, when my mother died, And not as given. This so darks

This world to me is like a lasting storm, In Philoten all graceful marks,

Whirring me from my friends. That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,

Dion. How now, Marina! why do you weep alone? A present murderer does prepare

How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not For good Marina, that her daughter

Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have Might stand peerless by this slaughter.

A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,

With this unprofitable woe. Come, come; Lychorida, our nurse, is dead :

Give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.

Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,

And save poor me, the weaker.
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come, Leon.

I am sworn,
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. And will despatch.
Mar. No, I pray you;

Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling.
I'll not bereave you of your servant.

1 Pirate. Hold, villain ! (LEONINE runs away. Dion.

Come, come; 2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! I love the king your father, and yourself,

3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have With more than foreign heart. We

every day

her aboard suddenly. (Exeunt Pirates with Marina. Expect him here: when he shall come, and find

SCENE II.-Near the Same. Our paragon to all reports thus blasted,

Enter LEONINE. He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken Leon. These roguing thieves serve the great pirate No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you;

Valdes; Walk, and be cheerful once again : reserve

And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: That excellent complexion, which did steal

There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead, The eyes of young and old. Care not for me; And thrown into the sea.—But I'll see farther; I can go home alone.

Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Mar. Well, I will go;

Not carry her aboard. If she remain, But yet I have no desire to it.

Whom they have ravish'd must by me be slain. [Exit. Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.

SCENE III.-Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at least. Remember what I have said.

Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult. Leon.

I warrant you, madam. Pand. Boult. Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while. Boult. Sir. Pray you walk softly, do not heat your

blood :

Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full What! I must have care of you.

of gallants : we lost too much money this mart, by Mar. Thanks, sweet madam.—[Exit Dionyza., being too wenchless. Is the wind westerly that blows?

Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. Leon.

South-west. We have but poor three, and they can do no more Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. than they can do; and they with continual action are Leon.

Was't so? even as good as rotten. Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, Pand. Therefore, let's have fresh ones, whate'er we But cry'd "good seamen!” to the sailors, galling pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be used His kingly hands hauling ropes;

in every trade, we shall never prosper. And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea

Bawd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up That almost burst the deck.

of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up some Leon. When was this?

eleven Mar. When I was born :

Boult. Ay, to eleven; and brought them down again. Never were waves nor wind more violent;

But shall I search the market? And from the ladder-tackle washes off

Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a A canvass-climber. “Ha!” says one, “wilt out?” strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully And with a dropping industry they skip

sodden. From stem to stern : the boatswain whistles, and Pand. Thou say'st true; they're too unwholesome o' The master calls, and trebles their confusion.

conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay Leon. Come; say your prayers.

with the little baggage. Mar.

What mean you ? Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him Leon. If you require a little space

roast-meat for worms. But I'll go search the market. I grant it. Pray; but be not tedious,

[Exit Boult. For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn

Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were as To do my work with haste.

pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Mar.

Why will you kill me? Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a shame Leon. To satisfy my lady.

to get when we are old ? Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?

Pand. O! our credit comes not in like the comNow as I can remember, by my troth,

modity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger: I never did her hurt in all my life.

therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn

pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatched. To any living creature: believe me, la,

Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:

will be strong with us for giving over. I trod upon a worm against my will,

Bawd. Come; other sorts offend as well as we. But I wept for it. How have I offended,

Pand. As well as we? ay, and better too; we offend Wherein my death might yield her profit, or

Neither is our profession any trade; it's no My life imply her any danger?

calling. But here comes Boult. Leon.

My commission

Enter Boult, and the Pirates with Marina. Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Boult. Come your ways. My masters, you say she's Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. a virgin ? You are well favour'd, and your looks foreshow

1 Pirate. 0, sir! we doubt it not. You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,

Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece, When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my Good sooth, it show'd well in you: do so now:

earnest. Your lady seeks my life; come you between,

Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?

for prayer,


Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has ex- Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have cellent good clothes: there's no farther necessity of fortunes coming upon you. Mark me : you must seem qualities can make her be refused.

to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to Bawd. What's her price, Boult?

despise profit, where you have most gain. To seep Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces. that you live as you do makes pity in your lorers:

Pand. Well, follow me, my masters, you shall have seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and your money presently. Wife, take her in : instruct that opinion a mere profit

. her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her Mar. I understand you not. entertainment. [Exeunt Pander and Pirates.

Boult. O! take her home, mistress, take her home: Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour these blushes of her's must be quenched with some of her hair, complexion, height, her age, with warrant present practice. of her virginity, and cry, “ He that will give most, Bawd. Thou say‘st true, i' faith, so they must; for shall have her first.” Such a maidenhead were no your bride goes to that with shame, which is her way cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this to go with warrant. done as I command you.

Boult. Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mis' Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit Boult. tress, if I have bargained for the joint,

Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. He should have struck, not spoke; or that these pirates, Boult. I may so ? (Not enough barbarous) had not o'erboard thrown me Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I For to seek my mother !

like the manner of your garments well. Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?

Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. Mar. That I am pretty.

Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town : report Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you. what a sojourner we have ; you 'll lose nothing by Mar. I accuse them not.

custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are thee a good turn; therefore, say what a paragon she is, like to live.

and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report. Mar. The more my fault,

Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so To 'scape his hands where I was like to die.

awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.

stir up the lewdly inclined. i'li bring home some to Mar. No.

night. Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen Bawd. Come your ways ; follow me. of all fashions. You shall fare well : you shall have Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, the difference of all complexions. What! do you stop Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.

Diana, aid my purpose ! Mar. Are you a woman?

Bawd. What have we to do with Diana ? Pray you, Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a will you go with us?

[Erennt woman ?

SCENE IV.-Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman.

Enter Cleon and DIONYZA. Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you are a Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone ? young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would Cle. O Dionyza ! such a piece of slaughter

The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon. Mar. The gods defend me!


I think, Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, You'll turn a child again. then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men Cle. Were I chief lord of all this spacious world, stir you up.-Boult's returned.

I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady!
Re-enter Boult.

Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? To equal any single crown o' the earth,

Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her l' the justice of compare! O villain Leonine ! hairs : I have drawn her picture with my voice. Whom thou hast poison'd too.

Bawd. And I pr’ythee, tell me, how dost thou find If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness the inclination of the people, especially of the younger Becoming well thy face: what canst thou say, sort?

When noble Pericles shall demand his child? Boult. Faith, they listened to me, as they would Dion. That sbe is dead. Nurses are not the fates, have hearkened to their father's testament. There was To foster it, nor ever to preserve. a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to bed to She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it, her very description.

Unless you play the pious innocent, Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his And for an honest attribute, cry out, best ruff on.

“She died by foul play?" Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you Cle.

O! go to. Well, well; know the French knight that cowers i’ the hams? Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ?

Do like this worst. Boult. Ay: he offered to cut a caper at the pro- Dion.

Be one of those, that think clamation ; but he made a groan at it, and swore he The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, would see her to-morrow.

And open this to Pericles. I do shame Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease To think of what a noble strain you are, hither: here he does but repair it. I know, he will And of how coward a spirit. come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in the sun. Cle.

To such proceeding Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, Who ever but his approbation added, we should lodge them with this sign.

Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow

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From honourable courses.

And yet he rides it out. Now, please you, wit
Be it so, then;

The epitaph is for Marina writ
Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, By wicked Dionyza.
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.

The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,
She did disdain my child, and stood between

Who wither'd in her spring of year :
Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,

She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,
But cast their gazes on Marina's face;

On whom foul death hath made this slaughter.
Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,

Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough;

Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o’the earth.
And though you call my course unnatural,

Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
You not your child well loving, yet I find,

Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd :
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter.

Wherefore she does (and swears she'll never stint)

Heavens forgive it!

Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
Dion. And as for Pericles,

No visor does become black villany,
What should he say? We wept after her hearse,

So well as soft and tender flattery.
And even yet we mourn : her monument

Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
Is almost finish’d, and her epitaphs

And bear his courses to be ordered
In glittering golden characters express

By lady fortune; while our scene must play
A general praise to her, and care in us

His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day,
At whose expense 'tis done.

In her unholy service. Patience then,
Thou art like the harpy,

And think you now are all in Mitylen.
Which, to betray, doth with thine angel's face, SCENE V.-Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel.
Seize with thine eagle's talons.

Enter from the Brothel, two Gentlemen.
Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously
Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the fies :

1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like? But yet, I know, you'll do as I advise. [Exeunt.

2 Gent. No; nor never shall do in such a place as

this, she being once gone. Enter Gower, before the Monument of Marina at 1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there, did Tharsus.

you ever dream of such a thing ? Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues

2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdymake short;

houses. Shall we go hear the vestals sing? Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't;

1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but Making (to take your imagination)

I am out of the road of rutting for ever. [Exeunt. From bourn to bourn, region to region.

SCENE VI.-The Same. A Room in the Brothel.
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime

Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.
To use one language, in each several clime,
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you, Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of
To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you, her, she had ne'er come here.
The stages of our story. Pericles

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! she is able to freeze the
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, god Priapus, and undo a whole generation : we must
Attended on by many a lord and knight, either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she
To see bis daughter, all his life's delight. should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kind-
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late

ness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her Advanc'd in time to great and high estate, reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees, Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,

that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he Old Helicanus goes along behind.

should cheapen a kiss of her.
Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have Boult. Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish

us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests.
This king to Tharsus, (think this pilot thought, Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on) Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus,
Like motes and shadows see the move awhile; disguised.
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the
Dumb show,

peevish baggage would but give way to customers.

Enter LYSIMACHUS. Enter Pericles with his Train, at one door; CLEON

Lys. How now! How a dozen of virginities? and DIONYZA at the other. Cleon shows Pericles

Bawd. Now, the gods to-bless your honour ! the Tomb of MARINA; whereat Pericles makes

Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. lamentation, puts on Sackcloth, and in a mighty

Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your passion departs.

resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, whole-
Gow. See, how belief may suffer by foul show. some iniquity! have you that a man may deal withal,
The borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; and defy the surgeon ?
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would-but
With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er- there never came her like in Mitylene.

Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st
Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears say.
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears enough.
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,

Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.

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