were as they have been. Get this done as I command

you.

Boult. Performance fhall follow.

[Exit BOULT.

Mar. Alack, that Leonine was fo flack, fo flow!

(He should have struck, not spoke;) or that these pirates, (Not enough barbarous,) had not overboard

Thrown me, to feek my mother!

Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?

Mar. That I am pretty.

Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you.

Mar. I accufe them not.

Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are like to live.

Mar. The more my fault,

To 'scape his hands, where I was like to die.
Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure.

Mar. No.

Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fathions. You shall fare well; you shall have the difference of all complexions. What! do you ftop your

cars?

Mar. Are you a woman?

Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a

woman?

Mar. An honeft woman, or not a woman.

Bard. Marry, whip thee, gofling: I think I fhall have fomething to do with you. Come, you are a young foolifh fapling, and must be bowed as I would have you. Mar. The gods defend me!

Bard. If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men must comfort you, men muft feed you, men must stir you up.-Boult's return'd.

Enter

Enter BOULT.

Now, fir, haft thou cry'd her through the market? Boult. I have cry'd her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice.

Bawd. And I pr'ythee tell me, how doft thou find the inclination of the people, especially of the fort?

younger

Boult. 'Faith, they liften'd to me, as they would have hearken'd to their father's teftament. There was a Spaniard's mouth fo water'd, that he went to bed to her very defcription.

Bawd. We fhall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on.

Boult. To-night, to-night. But, miftrefs, do you know the French knight that cowers i'the hams?

Bawd. Who? monfieur Veroles?

Boult. Ay; he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would fee her to

morrow.

Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know, he will come in our fhadow, to fcatter his crowns in the fun.

Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we fhould lodge them with this fign.

Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must seem to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to despise profit, where you have most gain. To weep that you live as you do, makes pity in your lovers: Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit.

Mar. I understand you not.

Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these

blushes

blushes of her's must be quench'd with fome prefent prac

tice.

Bawd. Thou fay'st true, i'faith, fo they muft: for your bride goes to that with fhame, which is her way to go with warrant.

Boult. 'Faith fome do, and fome do not.

if I have bargain'd for the joint,—

But iniftrefs,

Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morfel off the spit.
Boult. I may fo.

Bawd. Who fhould deny it? Come, young one, I like the manner of your garments well.

Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. Barvd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a fojourner we have; you'll lofe nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece, fhe meant thee a good turn; therefore fay what a paragon fhe is, and thou haft the harvest out of thine own report.

Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder fhall not fo awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home some to-night. Bard. Come your ways; follow me.

Mar. If fires be hot, knives fharp, or waters deep, Untied I ftill my virgin knot will keep.

Diana, aid my purpose !

Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you,

will you go with us?

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Tharfus. A Room in Cleon's House.

Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.

Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone?

Cle.

Cle. O Dionyza, fuch a piece of flaughter The fun and moon ne'er look'd upon!

Dion.

You'll turn a child again.

I think

Cle. Were I chief lord of all this fpacious world, I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,

Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess

To equal any fingle crown o'the earth,.
I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine,
Whom thou haft poison'd too!

If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness
Becoming well thy feat: what canft thou say,
When noble Pericles fhall demand his child?

Dion. That the is dead. Nurfes are not the fates,
To foster it, nor ever to preserve.

She died by night; I'll fay fo. Who can crofs it?
Unless you play the impious innocent,

And for an honest attribute, cry out,

She died by foul play.

Cle.

O, go to. Well, well,

Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.

Dion.

Be one of thofe, that think

The petty wrens of Tharfus will fly hence,
And open this to Pericles. I do fhame
To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how cow'd a spirit.

Cle.

To fuch proceeding

Who ever but his approbation added,

Though not his pre-confent, he did not flow

From honourable courfes.

Dion.

Be it fo then:

Yet none does know, but you, how the came dead,
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.

She

She did difdain my child, and stood between

Her and her fortunes: None would look on her,
But caft their gazes on Marina's face;

Whilft ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough;
And though you call my course unnatural,

You not your child well loving, yet I find,
It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness,
Perform'd to your føle daughter.

Cle.

Dion. And as for Pericles,

Heavens forgive it!

What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
And even yet we mourn her monument
Is almoft finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters exprefs
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whofe expence 'tis done.

Cle.
Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face,
Seize with an eagle's talons.

Thou art like the harpy,

Dion. You are like one, that fuperftitiously Doth fwear to the gods, that winter kills the flies But yet I know you'll do as I advise.

;

[Exeunt.

Enter GowER, before the Monument of MARINA at
Tharfus.

Gow. Thus time we wafte, and longest leagues
make short;

Sail feas in cockles, have, and with but for't;
Making, (to take your imagination,)
From bourn to bourn, region to region.
By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
To use one language, in each feveral clime,

Where