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(Exit a Lord.
Per. I did hut crave.
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 moout 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 no better office, Only, my friend, I yet am upprovided 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 thce a pair; and I'll bring thee bour!
to the court myself. I 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 it, 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, Tsalsa, 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!
, 1 Fish. Marry, sir, half a day's journey; and I'll lo 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 pature 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 tourney 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.
Šim. '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, danghter, to explain 2 Fish. Help, master, help! here's a fish' hangs in The labour of each koight, in his device. the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill Thui. 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 armour.
Enter a Knight; he passes over the stage, and hit 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 hintself? 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 vita mihi. With this strict charge, (even as he left his life,) Thai. He loves you well, that holds his life of you. Keep it, my Pericles, it hath been a shield
(The second Knight pasitas 'Twixt me and death; (and pointed to this brace:) Who is the second, that presents himself? For that it suv'd me, keep it! 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 Knight passes. 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 passed For it was sometime target to a king;
Sim. What is the fourth? I know it by this mark. He lov'd me dearly, Thui. A burning torch, that's turned upside dowo; 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 bis poker Where with't I may appear a gentleman;
and will, Aud 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 paties. 1 Fish. Why, wilt thou tourney for the lady? Thai. The fifth, an hand enviroved with clouds; Per, I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
Holding out gold, that's by the touchstone tried : 1 Fish. Why, do ye take it, and the gods give thee The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides.
[The sixth Knight passes, 2 Pish. Ay, but hark you, my friend! 'twas we that Sim. And what's the sixth and last, which tbe kuigh made up this garment through the rough seams of himself the waters: there are certain condolements, certain With such a graceful courtesy 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; Sini. A pretty moral;
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,)
3 Lord. And on set purpose let his armour rust Sim. Yet pause a while;
Yon knight, methinks, doth sit too melancholy,
Had not a show might countervail his worth.
[Exeunt. Thai. What is it
Sim. O, attend, my danghter!
Who freely give to every one that comes
Are like to goats, which make a sound, but kill'd
Are wonder'd at.
We drink this standing-bowl of wine to him.
Thai. Alas, my father, it befits not me
Sim. How !
Do as I bid you, or you'll move me else.
Thai. Now, by the gods, he could not please me
Of whence he is, his name and parentage.
Thai. The king my father, sir, has drunk to you.
Per. I thank him.
Thai. Wishing it so much blood unto yonr 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.
Thui. He thanks your grace; names himself Pe-
Of ships and men, and cast upon this shore.
Sim. Now, by the gods, I pity his misfortune,
And will awake him from his melancholy.
Even in your armours, as you are address’d,
Will very well become a soldier's dance.
Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads;
Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.
(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.
Per. In those that practise them, they are, my lord!
(The Knights and Ladies dance. Where now his son's a glow-worm in the night, your fair courtesy. — Unclasp, unclasp ! The which hath fire in darkness, none in light; Thanks, gentlemen, to all! all have done well,
Bawd. Pray yoo, 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 proht, 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 oors was blarted at, and held a malkin
, Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorongi and that opinion a mere profit.
And though you call my course onnatural, Mar. I understand you not.
You not your child well loving, yet? find, 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. Heaveos 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 express Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. A general praise to her, and care in as Boult. I may so.
At whose expence 'tis done. Pawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, Il 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. Bawd. 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 idea custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant But yet I know you'll do as I advise. theo a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she Enter Gowen, before the monument of Musio
Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues mui: so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her short; beauty stir up the lewdly-ioclined. I'll bring home Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but fort; some to-night.
Making, (to take your imagination) Bawd. Come your ways ; follow me!
From bourn to bourn, region to regioa. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime Untied I still my virgin knot will keep,
To use one language, in each several clime, Diana, aid my purpose!
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseeck to Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, To learn of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach you will you go with us?
[Exeunt. The stages of our story, Pericles
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
Old Helicanus goes along behind. You'll turn a child again.
Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have 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,
his steerage shall your thoughts grow on. Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess To fetch his daughter home, who first is gabe. To equal any single crown o'the earth,
Like motes and shadows see them more awhile; l'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile. Whom thou hast poison'd too!
Dumb show, If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness Enter at one door, Pericles with his tran; Cstem Becoming well thy feat: what canst thou say, and Dionyza at the other. Cleon shows Panicima When noble Pericles shall demand his child? the tomb of MARINA; whereat Pericles malus Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, mentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a multi To foster it, nor ever to preserve.
passion departs. Then Cleos and Dioniza retina She died by night; I'll say so. Who can cross it? Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul shor! 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'ershop 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 ont. 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 monLRETHA Who ever but his approbation added,
The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here, Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow Who wither'd in her spring of yeur. 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 at her birth,
Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the less than it gives a good report to a number to be earth;
never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a
Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage So well as soft and tender flattery.
at sea. Well, there's for you; -- leave us! Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
Buwd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a And bear his courses to be ordered
word, and I'll have done presently.
Lys. I beseech you, do!
an honourable man.
[To Marina, whom she takes aside.
Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily SCENE V. - Mitylene. A street before the note him. brothel.
Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen. a man whom I am bound to. 1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?
Mar. If he govern this country, you are bound to 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I
know not. songs only this, she being once gone.
1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! did Bawd. "Pray you, without any more virginal fenyou ever dream of such a thing ?
cing, will you use him kindly? he will line your 2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy- apron with gold. houses. Shall we go hear the vestals sing?
Dlar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully
Lys. Have you done?
some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we Enter Pander, Bawd, and Bouit.
will leave his honour and her together. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of Lys. Go thy ways !– Now, pretty one, how long
(Exeunt Bawd, Punder, and Boult. her, she had ne'er come here.
have you been at this trade? Bawd. Fye, fye upon her! she is able to freeze
Mar. What trade, sir?
Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend.
Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, "Lys. How long have you been of this profession?
you to name it. her reasons, her master-reasons, her
Mar. Ever since I can remember. knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a gaif he should cheapen a kiss of her. Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfur- Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.
mester at five, or at seven? nish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swea
Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims you rers priests.
to be a creature of sale.
Dlar. Do you know this house to be a place of
such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by
ure of honourable parts , and are the governor of the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, this place. disguised. Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto
you who I am ?
Mar. Who is my principal?
Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds Lys. How now? how a dozen of virginities? and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard Bawd. Now, the gods to bless your honour! something of my power, and so stand aloof for more Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, whole-, upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. some iniquity? Have you that a man may deal with Come, come!
Mor. If you were born to honour, show it now; od bogat , al, and defy the surgeon ?
Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.
Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well Mar. For me,
That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Flath plac'd me here within this loathsome stie, Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you Where, since I came, diseases have been sold shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she Dearer than physic, -0 that the good gods had but
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place, Lys. What, prythee?
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That lies i'the purer air !
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But you the best. [To Pericles.] Pages and lights, Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp conduct
hands; These knights unto their several lodgings. Yours, sir, When peers thus knit,a kingdom ever stands![Excurs
. We have given order to be next our own. Per. I am at your grace's pleasure.
SCENE V. - Pentapolis. A room in the palac?. Sim. Princes, it is too late to talk of love, Enter Simonides, reading a letter, the Knight For that's the mark I know you level at:
meet him. Therefore each one betake him to his rest;
1 Knight. Good-morrow to the good Simonides! To-morrow, all for speeding do their best. (Exeunt. Sim. Knights, from my daughter this let you can
That for this twelvemonth, she'll not undertake
Her reason to herself is only known,
Which from herself by no means can I get,
Sim. 'Faith, by no means she hath so strictly tied her For which, the most high gods not mindiug longer To her chamber, that it is impossible. To withhold the vengeance that they had in store, One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's Liversi Due to this heinous capital offence;
This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vox’d, Even in the height and pride of all his glory, And on her virgin honour will not break it
. When he was seated, and his daughter with him, 3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take In a chariot of inestimable value,
. A fire from heaven came, and shriveli'd up
Sim, so, Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so stunk, They're well dispatch’d; now to my daughter'sleiter
. That all those eyes ador'd them, ere their fall, She tells me here, she'll wed the stranger knight, Scorn now their hand should give them burial. Or never niore to view nor day nor light. Esca. 'Twas very strange.
Mistress, 'tis well, your choice agrees with mine
; Hel. And yet but just; for though
I like that well :- nay, how absolute she's iu't
And will no longer liave it be delay’d.
Soft, here he comes! I must dissemble it. 1 Lord. See, not a man in private conference,
Enter PERICLES. Or council, has respect with him but he.
Per. All fortune to the good Simonides! 2 Lord. It shall no longer grieve without reproof. Sim. To you as much, sir! I am beholden to you 3 Lord. And curs'd be he that will not second it. For your sweet music this last night: my ears, 1 Lord. Follow me then! Lord Helicane, a word! I do protest, were never better fed Hel. With me? and welcome! Happy day, my lords! With such delightful pleasing harmony. 1 Lord. Know, that our griefs are risen to the top, Per. It is your grace's pleasure to commend; And now at length they overflow their banks. Not my desert. Hel. Your griefs, for what? wrong not the prince Sim. Sir, you are music's master.
Per. The worst of all her scholars
, my good Jord 1 Lord. Wrong not yourself then, noble Helicane! Sim. Let me ask one thing. What do you thich
, But if the prince do live, let us salute him,
sir, of Or know what ground's made happy by his breath. My daughter? If in the world he live, we'll seek him out;
Per. As of a most virtuous princess. If in his gráve he rest, we'll find him there ; Sim. And she is fair too, is she not? And be resolv’d, he lives to govern is,
Per. As a fair day in summer; wood'rous fair? Or dead, gives cause to mourn his funeral, Sim. My daughter, sir, thinks very well of you; And leaves us to our free election.
Ay, so well, sir, that you must be ler inaster, 2 Lord. Whose death's, indeed, the strongest in And she'll your scholar be; therefore look to it.
Per. Unworthy I to be her schoolmaster. And knowing this kingdom, if withont a head, Sim. She thinks not so; peruso this writing else. (Like goodly buildings left without a roof,)
Per. What's here! Will soon to ruin fall, your noble self,
A letter, that she loves the kaight of Tyre? That best know'st how to rule, and how to reign, 'Tis the king's subtility, to have my life. Aside. We thus submit unto, - our sovereign.
Oh, seek not to intrap, my gracious Jord,
A stranger and distressed gentleman,
But bept all offices to honour her.
Sim. Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter
, and thou art
Nor never did my actions yet commence
might gain her love, or your displeasure. But if I cannot win you to this love,
Sim. Traitor, thou liest!
Per. Even in his throat
, (unless it be the king.) You shall like diamonds sit about his crown. That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield; Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his contage.
Per. My actions are as noble, as my thoughts,