And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershower'd,

He bears

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea.
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza.

(Reads the inscription on Marina's monument.)
The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,
Who wither'd in her spring of year.
She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,

On whom foul death hath made this slaughter:
Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o'the earth:
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd:
Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never stint,)
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No visor does become black villany,
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
And bear his courses to be ordered
By lady fortune; while our scenes display
His daughter's woe, and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen. [Exit.
SCENE V.-Mitylene. A Street before the Brothel.
Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.

1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a thing?

2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdyhouses: Shall we go hear the vestals sing?

1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever.

[Exeunt. SCENE VI.-The same. A Room in the Brothel. Enter Pander, Bawd, and BOULT. Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she bad ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fy, fy upon her; she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, her knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her. Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests. [me! Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, disguised.

Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter LYSIMACHUS.

Lys. How now? How a dozen of virginities? Bawd. Now, the gods to bless your honour! Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, wholesome iniquity? Have you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon?

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would-but there never came her like in Mitylene.

Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st say. [enough. Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say, well Lys. Well; call forth, call forth.

Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but

Lys. I beseech you, do.

Bawd. First, I would have you note, that this is an honourable man. (To Mar. whom she takes aside.) Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern this country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not.

Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? he will line your apron with gold. [fully receive. Mar. What he will do graciously, I will thankLys. Have you done?

Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her together.

[Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boull. Lys. Go thy ways.-Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade?

Mar. What trade, sir?

Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.

Lys. How long have you been of this profession? Mar. Ever since I can remember.

Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a gamester at five, or at seven?

Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one. Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims you to be a creature of sale.

Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.

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 and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something of my power, and so stand aloof for more serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. Come, come.

Mar. If you were born to honour, shew it now; If put upon you, make the judgment good That thought you worthy of it. [be sage.

Lys. How's this? how's this?-Some more ;-
Mar. For me,

That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Hath plac'd me here within this loathsome stie,
Where, since I came, diseases have been sold
Dearer than physic,-O that the good gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i'the purer air!

Lys.

I did not think Thon could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou could't. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee: Persever still in that clear way thou goest, And the gods strengthen thee! Mar. The gods preserve you! Lys,

For me, be you thoughten

That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.—
Hold; here's more gold for thee.--
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from
It shall be for thy good.

[me,

(As Lysimachus is putting up his purse, BOULT enters.)

Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house,

But for this virgin that doth prop it up,
Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away!

[Exit. Boult. How's this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.

Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.

Re-enter Bawd.

Bawd. How now! What's the matter?

With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
And I will undertake all these to teach.
I doubt not but this populous city will
Yield many scholars.

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of!
Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house.

Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will.

Mar. But, amongst honest women?

Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their consent; therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. [Exeunt,

ACT V. Enter GOWER.

Gow. Marina thus the brothel, 'scapes, and chances Into an honest house, our story says. She sings like one immortal, and she dances As goddess-like to her admired lays: Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld com

poses

Bawd. O abominable!

Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink, afore the face of the gods.

Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever! Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a snow-ball; saying his prayers too.

Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.

Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed.

Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!

Bawd. She conjures: away with her. Would she had never come within my doors! Marry hang you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way of women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit.

Boult. Come, mistress: come your way with me.
Mar. Whither would you have me? [dear.
Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so
Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first.
Boult. Come now, your one thing.

Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress.

Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command. Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend Of hell would not in reputation change: Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel That hither comes enquiring for his tib; To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy ear Is liable; thy very food is such

As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one?

Empty

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth; Serve by indenture to the common hangman; Any of these ways are better yet than this: For that which thou professest, a baboon, Could he but speak, would own a name too dear. O that the gods would safely from this place Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee. If that thy master would gain aught by me, Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,

Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost;
Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd
Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd
God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,
His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your supposing once more put your sight;
Of heavy Pericles think this the bark :
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark. [End.
SCENE I.-On board Pericles' Ship, off Mitylene.
A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before #;
Pericles within it, reclining on a couch. A barge
lying beside the Tyrian vessel.

Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel the other to the barge: to them HELICANUS. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. (To the Sailor of Mitylene.) Oh here he is.

Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene;
And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will!
Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.
Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.
Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?
Hel. Gentlemen,

[you,

There is some of worth would come aboard: I pray To greet them fairly.

(The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descent, and go on board the barge.) Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, and the two Sailors. Tyr. Sail. Sir,

This is the man that can, in aught you would,
Resolve you.

Lys, Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!
Hel. And you, sir, to out live the age I am,
And die as I would do.

Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,

(As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect,) My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of kingdoms,

O, stop there a little!

This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be.
My daughter's buried. (Aside.) Well-where
were you bred?

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.
[give o'er.
Mar. You'll scarce believe me ; 'twere best I did
Per. I will believe you by the syllable
Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:-
How came you in these parts? where were you
bred?

[me;

Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did'seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep?
It may be,

You think me an impostor: no, good faith;
I am the daughter to king Pericles,

If good king Pericles be.

Per. Ho, Helicanus!
Hel.

Calls my gracious lord? Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor, Most wise in general: Tell me, if thou canst, What this maid is, or what is like to be, That thus hath made me weep?

Hel.

I know not; but

Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Speaks nobly of her.

Lys.
She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.

[hither,

Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir; Give me a gash, put me to present pain; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, O'erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness.-O, come Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget; Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus, And found at sea again!-O Helicanus, Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud As thunder threatens us: This is Marina.What was thy mother's name? tell me but that, For truth can never be confirm'd enough, Though doubts did ever sleep.

Mar.

What is your title?

First, sir, I pray,

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now

And another life to Pericles thy father.

Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than To say, my mother's name was Thaisa? Thaisa was my mother, who did end, The minute I began.

[child. Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thon art my Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanas, (Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been, By savage Cleon,) she shall tell thee all; When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge, She is thy very princess.-Who is this?

Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene, Who, hearing of your melancholy state, Did come to see you.

Per. I embrace you, sir. Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding. O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what music?Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him

O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt. How sure you are my daughter.-But what music? Hel. My lord, I hear none.

Per. None?

Per. Most heavenly music:

It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber Hangs on mine eye-lids; let me rest. (He sleeps } Lys. A pillow for his head;

(The curtain before the Pavilion of Pericks
is closed.

So leave him all.-Well, my companion-friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you.

[Exeunt Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marist,
and attendant Lady.

SCENE II.-The same.

PERICLES on the deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him as in a vision.

Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus: bie ther thither,

And do upon mine altar sacrifice.

There, when my maiden priests are met together,
Before the people all,

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
And give them repetition to the life.
Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe:
Do't and be happy, by my silver bow.
Awake, and tell thy dream.

(Diana disappeers.\ Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine, I will obey thee !-Helicanus!

Sir.

Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA.
Hel.
Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike
The inhospitable Cleon; but I am

For other service first: toward Ephesus
Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why
(To Helicanas.
Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
And give you gold for such provision

As our intents will need?

[ashore.

Lys. With all my heart, sir; and when you come

I have another suit.

This, as my last boon, give me,

(For such kindness must relieve me,)

That

you aptly will suppose

What pageantry, what feats, what shews,
What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
The regent made in Mitylin,

To greet the king, So he has thriv'd,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd
To fair Marina; but in no wise,
Till he hath done his sacrifice.

As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound,
In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd,
And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our king, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful boon.

[Exit.

SCENE III.-The Temple of Diana at Ephesus; THAISA standing near the Altar, as High-Priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; CERIMON and other inhabitants of Ephesus attending. Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady.

Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
I here confess myself the king of Tyre;
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis.

At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess,
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tharsus
Was nurs'd with Cleon; whom at fourteen years
He sought to murder: but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene; against whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.

Thai.

Voice and favour! You are, you aree-O, royal Pericles!

If

(She faints.) Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentlemen!

Cer. Noble sir,

you have told Diana's altar true,

This is your wife.

Per.

Reverend appearer, no; I threw her o'erboard with these very arms. Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. Per. "Tis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady ;-O, she's but o'erjoy'd. Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and plac'd Here in Diana's temple. [her May we see them?

Per.

Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my

house,

Reverend sir,
The gods can have no mortal officer
More like a god than you. Will you deliver
How this dead queen re-lives?

Cer.
I will, my lord.
Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
Where shall be shewn you all was found with her;
How she came placed here within the temple;
No needful thing omitted.

Per.

Pure Diana! I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer My night oblations to thee. Thaisa, This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now, This ornament that makes me look so dismal, Will I, my lov'd Marina, clip to form; And what these fourteen years no razor touch'd, To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.

Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, Sir, that my father's dead. [my queen,

Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Will in that kingdom spend our following days; Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay, To hear the rest untold.-Sir, lead the way.

Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard

Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen
(Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,)
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Helicanus may you well descry
A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
In reverend Cerimon there well appears,
The worth that learned charity aye wears.
For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame
Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd

name

Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;
That him and his they in his palace burn.
The gods for murder seemed so content
To punish them; although not done, but meant.
So on your patience evermore attending,
New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.
[Exit Gower.