Further to question of your king's departure. They are now starv'd for trant of exercise:
His seal'd commission, left in trust with me, Those palates, who not yet two summers younger,
Doth speak sufficiently; he's gone to travel.

Must have inventions do delight the tase,
Thal. How! the king gone!

[Aside. Would now be glad of bread, and beg for it; Hel. If further yet you will be satisfied,

Those mothers, who, to nousle up their babes, Why, as it were unlicens'd of your loves,

Thought nought too curious, are ready now, He would depart, I'll give some light unto you. To eat those little darlings, whom they lov'd. Being at Antioch

So sharp are hunger's tecth, that man and wife Thal. What froin Antioch?

[ Aside. Draw lots, who first shall die to lengthen life: Hel. Royal Antiochus on what cause I know not,) Ilere stands a lord, and there a lady weeping; Took some displeasure at him; at least he judg'd so : Here many sink, yet those which see them fall, And doubting lest that he had err’d or siun'd, Have scarce strength left to give them burial. To show his sorrow, would correct himself;

Is not this true ? So puts himself into the shipman's toil.

Dio. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it

, With whom each minute threatens life or death. Cle. 0, let those cities, that of Plenty's cup Thal. Well, I perceive

[-4side. And her prosperities so largely taste,
I shall not be hang’d now, although I would; With their superfluous riots, hear these tears!
But since he's gone, the king it sure must please, The misery of Tharsus may be theirs.
Ne 'scap'd the land, to perish on the seas. —

Enter a Lord.
But I'll present me. Peace to the lords of Tyre!
Hel. Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome!

Lord. Where's the lord governor?

Cle. Here.
Thal. From him I come
With message unto princely Pericles ;

Speak out thy sorrows, which thou bring'st, in haste,

For comfort is too far for us to expect.
But, since my landing, as I have understood
Your lord has took himself to unknown travels,

Lord. We have descried, upon our neighbouring

shore, My message must return from whence it came. Hel. We have no reason to desire it, since

A portly sail of ships make hitherward. Commended to our master, not to us :

Cle. I thought as much. Yet, ere you shall depart, this we desire,

One sorrow never comes, but brings an heir, As friends to Antioch, we may feast in Tyre. (Exeunt. And so in ours: some neighbouring nation,

That may succeed as his inheritor; SCENE IV. – Tharsus. A room in the Governor's Taking advantage of our misery,

Hath stuff'd these hollow vessels with their poter,
house.

To beat us down, the which are down already;
Enter Cleon, Dionyza, and Attendants.

And make a conquest of unhappy me,
Cle. My Dionyza, shall we rest ús here,

Whereas no glory's got to overcome.
And by relating tales of other's griefs,
See if 'twill teach us to forget our own?

Lord. That's the least fear; for, by the semblance
Dio. That were to blow at fire, in hope to quench it; of their white flags display'd, they bring us peace,
For who digs hills because they do aspire,

And come to us as favourers, not as foes. Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher.

Cle. Thou speak'st like him's untutor’d to reper

Who makes the fairest show, means most deceit. O my distressed lord, even such our griefs; Here they're but felt , and seen with mistful eyes, The ground's the low'st, and we are half way there.

But bring they what they will, what need we fear?
But like to groves, being topp’d, they higher rise. Go tell their general, we attend him here,

Cle. 0 Dionyza,
Who wanteth food, and will not say he wants it,

To know for what he comes, and whence he comes

And what he craves. Or can conceal his hunger, till he famish ?

Lord. I go, my lord!

(Erik Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep our woes Into the air; our eyes do weep, till lungs

Cle. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist;

If Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder; that,

wars, we are unable to resist. If heaven slumber, while their creatures want,

Enter Pericles, with Attendants. They may awake their helps to comfort them. Per. Lord governor, for so we hear you are, I'll then discourse our woes, felt several

years, Let not our ships and number of our med And wanting breath to speak, help me with tears. Be, like a beacon fir'd, to amaze your eyes. Dio. I'll do my best, sir.

We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre, Cle. This Tharsus, o'er which I have government, And seen the desolation of your streets : (A city, on whom plenty held full hand,)

Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears, For riches, strew'd herself even in the streets; But to relieve them of their heavy load; Whose towers bore heads so high, they kiss'd the And these our ships you happily nay think clouds,

Are, like the Trojan horse, war-stufi'd within, And strangers ne'er beheld, but wonder'd at;

With bloody views, expecting overthrow, Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'd, Are stor'd with corn, to make your needy bread, Like one another's glass to trim them by:

And give them life, who are hunger-starr'd, hall dead. Their tables were stor'd full to glad the sight, All. The gods of Greece protect you! And not so much to feed on, as delight;

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All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great, Per. Rise, I pray you, rise!
The name of help grew odious to repeat.

We do not look for reverence, but for love, Dio. 0, 'tis too true!

And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men. Cle. But see what heaven can do! By this our Cle. The which when any'shall not gratify, change,

Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought, These mouths, whom but of late, earth, sea, and air, Be it our wives, our children, or ourselves; Were all too little to content and please, Thi curse of heaven and men succeed their evils

! Although they gave their creatures in abundance, As houses are defil'd for want of use,

Till when, (the which, I hope, shall ne'er be seen,
Your grace is welcome to our town and us.

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Until our stars, that frown, lend us a smile. i Fish. Look how thou stirrest now! come away,

[Exeunt. or I'll fetch thee with a wannion !

3 Fish. 'Faith, master, I am thinking of the poor

men that were cast away before ys, even now. А ст

1 Fish. Alas, poor souls, it grieved my heart to hear Enter GOWER.

what pitiful cries they made to us, to help them, when, Gow. Here have you seen a mighty king

well-a-day, we could scarce help ourselves. His child, I wis, to incest bring;

3 Fish. Nay, master, said not I as much. when I A better prince, and benign lord,

saw the porpus, how he bounced and tumbled ? l'rove awful both in deed and word.

they say, they are half fish, half flesh: a plague on Be quiet then, as men should be,

them, they ne'er come, but I look to be washed. Naster, Till he hath pass'd necessity.

I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. I'll show you those in troubles reign,

1 Pish. Why, as men do a-land; the great ones Losing a mite, a mountain gain.,

cat up the little ones : I can compare our rich miThe good in conversation

sers to nothing so fitly as to a whale; 'a plays and (To whom I give my benizon,)

tumbles, driving the poor fry before him, and at last Is still as Tharsus, where each man

devours them all at a mouthful. Such whales have I Thinks all is writ he spoken can:

heard on a'the land, who never leave gaping, till And, to remember what he does,

they've swallowed the whole parish, church, steeple, Gild his statue glorions:

bells, and all. But tidings to the contrary

Per. A pretty moral. Are brought your eyes; what need speak I? 3 Fish. But, master, if I had been the sexton, I Dumb show.

would have been that day in the belfry. Enter at one door Pericles, talking with CLEON; 2 Fish. Why, man? all the train with them. Enter at anoiher door, 3 Fish. Because he should have swallowed me too : a Gentleinan, with a letter to Pericles: Pericles and when I had been in his belly, I would have kept shows the leiter to Cleon: then gives the Messen- such a jangling of the bells, that he should never ger a reward, and knights him. Exeunt PERICLES, have left, till he cast bells, steeple, church, and parish, Cleon, etc. severully.

up again. But if the good king Simonides were of Gow. Good Helicane hath staid at home, Not to eat honey, like a drone,

Per. Simonides? From others' labours; forth he strive

3 Fish. We would purge the land of these drones, To killen bad, keep good alive;

that rob the bee of her honey. And, to fulfil his prince' desire,

Per. How from the finny subject of the sea Sends word of all that haps in Tyre:

These fishers tell the infirmities of men; Ilow Thaliard came full bent with sin,

And from their watry empire recollect And hid intent, to murder him ;

All that may men approve, or men detect!Aud that in Tharsus was not best

Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen! Longer for him to make his rest:

2 Fish. Honest! good fellow, what's that? if it be He knowing so, put forth to seas,

a day fits you, scratch it out of the calendar, and no Where when men heen, there's seldom ease: body will look after it. For now the wind begins to blow :

Per. Nay, see,

the sea hath cast npon your coastThunder above, and deeps below,

2 Fish. What a drunken knave was the sea, to cast Make such unquiet, that the ship.

thee in our way! Should house him safe, is wreck'd and split; Per. A man, whom both the waters and the wind, And he, good prince, having all lost,

In that vast tennis-court, hath made the ball By waves from coast to coast is tost;

For them to play upon, ertreats you pity him; All perishen of man, of pell,

He asks of you, that never us’d to beg. Ne aught escapen but himself;

1 Fish. No, friend, cannot you beg? here's them Till fortune, tir'd with doing bad,

in our country of Greece, gets more with begging, Threw him ashore, to give him glad:

than we can do with working. And here he comes : what shall be next,

2 Fish. Canst thon catch any fishes then ? Pardon old Gower; this long's the text. [Exit. Per. I never practis'd it.

2 Fish. Nay, then, thou wilt starve sure; for here's SCENE I. - Pentapolis. An open place by the sea- nothing to be got now-a-days, unless thou cau'st side.

fish for't. Enter Pericles, wet.

Per. What I have been, I have forgot to know; Per. Yet cease your ire, ye angry stars of heaven ! But what I am, want teaches me to think on; Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man A man shrunk up with cold: my veins are chill, Is but a substance that must yield to you;

And have no more of life, than may suffice And I, as fits my nature, do obey you :

To give my tongue that heat, to ask your help ; Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rocks,

Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead, Vash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath For I am a man, pray see me buried. Nothing to think on, but ensuing death!

1 Fish. Die, quoth-a? Now gods forbid! I have Let it suffice the greatness of your powers,

a gown here; come, put it on! keep thee warm! Now, To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes ! afore me,a handsome fellow! Come, thou shalt go home And having thrown him from your watry grave,

and we'll have flesh for holidays, fish for lastingllere to have death in peace, is all he'll crave ! days, and moreo'er, puddings and flap-jacks; and thou Enter three Fishermen.

shalt be welcome! 1 l'ish. What, ho, Pilche!

Per. I thank you, sir ! 2 Fish. Ho! come, and bring away the nets ! 2 Fish. Hark' you, my, friend, you said

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And spite of all the rupture of the sea, 2 Fish. But crave? Then I'll turn craver too, and This jewel holds his biding on my arm; so I shall 'scape whipping.

Unto thy value will I mouut myself Per. Why, are all your beggars whipped then ? Upon a courser, whose delightful steps 2 Fish. O, not all, my friend, not all ! for if all your shall make the gazer joy to see him tread. beggars were whipped, I would wish po better office, Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up the of a pair of bases.

(Exeunt two of the Fishermen. 2 Fish. We'll sure provide: thou shalt have my Per. How well this honest mirth becomes their la- best gown to make thee a pair; and I'll bring thee bour!

to the court myself. 1 Fish. Hark you , sir! do you know where you Per. Then honour be but a goal to my

will; are?

This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill. (Eseunt

. Per. Not well.

1 Fish. Why, I'll tell you: this is called Pentapolis, SCENE II. The same. A public way, or platform, and our king, the good king Simonides.

leading to the lists. A pavilion by the side of is, Per. The good king Simonides, do you call him? for the reception of the King, Princess, Lords, etc. 1 Fish. Ay, sir! and he deserves to be so called, Enter SIMONIDES, Thaisa, Lords, and Attendants. for his peaceable reign, and good government. Sim. Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?

Per. He is a happy king, since from his subjects 1 Lord. They are, my liege!
He gains the name of good, by his government. And stay your coming to present themselves.
Plow far is his court distant from this shore? Sim. Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,

1 Fish. Marry, sir, half a day's journey; and I'll In honour of whose birth these triumphs are,
tell you, he hath a fair daughter, and to-morrow is Sits here, like beauty's child, whom nature gat
her birth-day; and there are princes and knights for men to see, and seeing wonder at.
come from all parts of the world, to just and tour-
ney for her love.

Thai. It pleaseth you, my father, to express Per. Did but my fortunes equal my desires, I'd wish My commendations great, whose merit's less. to make one there.

Sim. 'Tis fit it should be so; for princes are 1 Fish. O, sir, things must be as they may; and a model, which heaven makes like to itself: what a man cannot get, he may lawfully deal for – As jewels lose their glory, if neglected, his wife's soul.

So princes their renown, if not respected. Re-enter the two Fishermen, drawing up a net. 'Tis now your honour, daughter, to explain 2 Fish. Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in The labour of each kuight, in his device. the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill Thai. Which, to preserve mine honour, I'll perhardly come out. Ha! bots on't, 'tis come at last, form. and 'tis turned to a rusty arınour,

Enter a Knight; he passes over the stage, and hik Per. An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it! squire presents his shield to the Princess. Thanks, fortune, yet, that after all my crosses, Sim. Who is the first that doth prefer hinself? Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself! Thai. A knight of Sparta, my renowned father! And, though it was mine own, part of mine he- And the device he bears upon his shield ritage,

Is a black Aethiop, reaching at the sun; Which my dead father did bequeath to me, The word, Lux tua vitu mihi. With this strict charge, (even as he left his life,) Thai. He loves you well, that holds his life of yoz Keep it, my Pericles, it hath been a shield

(The second Knight pasiek

. 'Twixt me and death; (and pointed to this brace :) Who is the second, that presents himself? For that it sav'd me, keep ii! in like necessity, Thai. A prince of Macedon, my royal father! Which gods protect thee from! it may defend thee! And the device he bears upon his shield It kept where I kept, I so dearly lov’d it;

Is an arm'd knight, that's conquer'd by a lady: Till the rough seas, that spare not any man, The motto thus, in Spanish, Più per dulcura que Took it in rage, though calm’d, they give't again:

per fuerça. (The third Knighs passe I thank thee for't! my shipwreck's now no ill, Sim. And what's the third ? Since I have here my father's gift by will.

Thai, The third of Antioch; 1 Fish. What mean you, sir?

And his device, a wreath of chivalry: Per. To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of The word, Me pompae proverit apex, worth,

[The fourth Knight pasek For it was sometime target to a king;

Sim. What is the fourth? I know it by this mark. He lov'd me dearly, Thai. A burning torch, that's turned upside doso; And for his sake, I wish the having of it;

The word, Quod me alit, me extinguit, And that you'd guide me to your sovereign's court, Sim. Which shows, that beauty hath his power Where with't I may appear a gentleman ;

and will, And if that ever my low fortunes better,

Which can as well inflame, as it can kill

. I'll pay your bounties; till then, rest your debtor.

(The fifth Knight pases 1 Fish. Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady? Thai. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds; Per. I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms. Holding out gold, that's by the touchstoue tried: i Fish. Why, do ye take it, and the gods give thee The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides. good on't!

[ The sixth Knight passes

. 2 Fish. Ay, but hark you, my friend! 'twas we that Sim. And what's the sixth and last, which the kuwight made

up

this garment through the rough seams of himself the waters: there are certain condolements

, certain With such a graceful courtesy deliver'd? vails . I hope, sir , if you thrive, you'll remember Thai

. He seems a stranger; but his present is from whence you had it.

A wither'd branch, that's only green at top;
Per. Believe't, I will!

The motto, In hac spe vivo.
Now, by your furtherance, I am cloth'd in steel; Sim. A pretty moral;

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From the dejected state wherein he is,

Whereby I see that Time's the king of men, He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish. For he's their parent, and he is their grave, 1 Lord. He had need mean better than his outward And gives them what he will, not what they crave. show

Sim. What, are you merry, knights?
Can any way speak in his just commend:

1 Knight. Who can be other, in this royal preFor, by his rusty outside, he appears

sence?
To have practis'd more the whipstock, than the Sim. Here, with a cup that's stor'd unto the brim,
lance.

(As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,)
2 Lord. Ile well may be a stranger, for he comes We drink this health to you!
To an honour'd triumph, strangely furnished. Knights. We thank your grace!

3 Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust Sim. Yet pause a while;
Until this day, to scour it in the dust.

Yon knight, methinks, doth sit too melancholy,
Sim. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan As if the entertainment in our court
The outward habit by the inward man.

Had not a show might countervail his worth.
But stay, the knights are coming; we'll withdraw Note it not you, Thaisa ?
Into the gallery!

[Exeunt. Thai. What is it
(Great shouts, and all cry, The mean knight! To me, my father?

Sim. O, attend, my daughter!
SCENE III. The same. A hall of state. - A ban- Princes, in this, should live like gods above,
quet prepared.

Who freely give to every one that comes
Enter Simonides, Tuaisa, Lords, Knights and At-To honour them: and princes, not doing so,
tendants.

Are like to goats, which make a sound, but kill'd
Sim. Knights !

Are wonder'd at.
To say you are welcome, were snperfluous. Therefore to make's entrance more sweet, here say,
To place upon the volume of your deeds,

We drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.
As in a title-page, your worth in arms,

Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me
Were more than you expect, or more than's fit, Unto a stranger kuight to be so bold;
Since every worth in show commends itself. He may my proffer take for an offence,
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast; Since men take women's gifts for impudence.
You are my guests.

Sim. How!
Thai. But you, my knight and guest;

Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
To whom this wreath of victory I give,

Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please me
And crown you king of this day's happiness.

better.

[Aside.
Per. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit! Sim. And further tell him, we desire to know,
Sim. Call it by what you will, the day is yours ;

Of whence he is, his name and parentage.
And here, I hope, is none that envies it.

Thai. The king my father, sir, has drunk to you.
Jn framing artists, art hath thus decreed,

Per. I thank him.
To make some good, but others to exceed;

Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto your life. And you're her labour'd scholar. Come, queen o'the Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him feast,

freely. (For, daughter, so you are,) here take your place! Thai. And further he desires to know of you, Marshal the rest, as they deserve their grace. of whence you are, your name and parentage. Knights. We are honour'd much by good Simoni- Per. A gentleman of Tyre — (my name, Pericles; des.

My education being in arts and arms ;) Sim. Your presence glads our days; honour we Who, looking for adventures in the world, love,

Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men, For who hates honour, hates the gods above. And, after shipwreck, driven upon this shore. Marsh. Sir, yond's your place.

Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself Pe-
Per. Some other is more fit.

ricles,
1 Knight. Contend not, sir! for we are gentlemen, A gentleman of Tyre, who only by
That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes, Misfortune of the seas has been bereft
Envy the great, nor do the low despise.

of ships and men, and cast upon this shore.
Per. Yon are right courteous knights.

Sim. Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
Sim. Sit, sit, sir; sit!

And will awake him from his melancholy.
Per. By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thonghts, Come, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
These cates resist me, she not thought upon. And waste the time, which looks for other revels.
Thai. By Juno, that is queen

Even in your armours, as you are address'd,
Of marriage, all the viands that I eat

Will very well become a soldier's dance.
Do seem unsavoury, wishing him my meat! I will not have excuse, with saying, this
Sure he's a gallant gentleman.

Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads;
Sim. He's but

Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.
A country gentleman ;

[The Knights dance. He has done no more, than other knights have done; So, this was well ask'd, 'twas so well perform’d. Broken a staff, or so; so let it pass.

Come, sir!
Thai. To me he seems like diamond to glass. Here is a lady that wants breathing too:
Per. Yon king's to me, like to my father's picture, and I have often heard, yon knights of Tyre
Which tells me, in that glory once he was; Are excellent in making ladies trip;
Had princes sit, like stars, abont his throne, And that their measures are as excellent.
And he the sun, for them to reverence.

Per. In those that practise them, they are, my lord !
None, that beheld him, but, like lesser lights, Sim. O, that's as much, as you would be denied
Did vail their crowns to his supremacy;

(The Knights and Ladies dance. Where now his son's a glow-worm in the night, of your fair courtesy. - Unclasp, unclasp ! The which hath fire in darkness, none in light; Thanks, gentlemen, to all! all have done well,

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Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile! You have, Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must seem She did disdain my child, and stood between
to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to Her and her fortunes. None would look on her,
despise profit, where you have most gain. To weep But cast their gazes on Marina's face;
that you live as you do, makes pity in your lovers. Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thoroagi:
and that opinion a mere profit.

And tl:ough you call my course unnatural,
Mar. I understand you not.

You not your child well loving, yeti hind, Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home! It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness, these blashes of her's must be quenched with some Perform’d to your sole daughter. present practice.

Cle. Heavens forgive it! Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must: for Dion. And as for Pericles, your bride goes to that with shame, which is her way What should he say? We wept after her hearse, to go with warrant.

And even yet we mourn: her monument Boult. 'Faith, some do, and some do not. But, Is almost finish’d, and her epitaphs mistress, if I have bargained for the joint, - In glittering golden characters espress Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. A general praise to her, and care in us Boult. I may so.

At whose expence 'tis done. Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I cle. Thou art like the harpy, like the manner of your garments well.

Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face, Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. Seize with an eagle's talons. Pawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously what a sojourner we have: you'll lose nothing by Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the ide custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant But yet I know you'll do as I advise. thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she Enter Gower, before the monument of Neuide a is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report.

Tharsus. Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues mā: so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her short beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish bat fort; some to-night.

Making, (to take your imagination) Bawd. Come your ways ; follow me!

From bourn to bourn, region to region. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, By you being pardon'd, we commit no crise Untied I still my virgin knot will keep,

To use one language, in each several cline, Diana, aid my purpose!

Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech ma Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, To learn of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach pua will you go with us?

[Exeunt. The stages of our story. Pericles

Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
SCENE IV. - Tharsus. A room in Cleor's house. (Attended on by many a lord ånd knight,)
Enter Cleon and DIONYZA.

To see his daughter, all his life's delights
Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter Advanc'd in time to great and high estate,
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!

Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
Dion. I think

Old Helicanus goes along behind. You'll turn a child again.

Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds, hare brought Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world, This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought; I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,

So with his steerage shall your thoughts grouro2

, Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. To equal any single crown o’the earth,

Like motes and shadows see them move av bile ; I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile. Whom thou hast poison's too!

Dumb show. If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Enter at one door, Pericles with his traia; Curry Becoming well thy feat: what canst thou say, and Dionyza at the other. Cleon shows Papinia When noble Pericles shall demand his child?

the tornb of Marina; whereat Pericles makes it Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, mentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a To foster it, nor ever to preserve.

passion departs. Then Cleos and Dioxiza retins She died by night; I'll say so. Who can cross it? Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! Unless you play the impious innocent,

This borrow'd passion stands for true old wot; And for an honest attribute, cry out,

And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, She died by foul play.

With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershor Cle. O, go to! Well, well,

er'd, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears Do like this worst.

Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs; Dion. Be one of those, that think

He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,

A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, And open this to Pericles. I do shame

And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit To think of what a noble strain you are,

The epitaph is for Marina writ And of how cow'd a spirit.

By wicked Dionyza. Cle. To such proceeding

[Reads the inscription on Marina's monuments Who ever but his approbation added,

The fairest, sweetst, and best, lies here, Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow Who wither'd in her spring of ye.t. From honourable courses.

She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter, Dion. Be it so then!

On whom foul death hath made this slaughter yet none does know, but you, how she came dead, "Marina was she call'd; and

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