Boult. Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mistress, if I have bargain'd for the joint,

Bawd. Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit.
Boult. I may so.

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

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

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Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so 140 awake the beds of eels as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home some tonight.

Bawd. Come your ways; follow me.

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

Diana, aid my purpose!

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

will

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SCENE III. Tarsus. A room in the Governor's

house.

Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.

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

Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter

The sun and moon ne'er lookt upon!

Dion.

You'll turn a child again.

I think

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

Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
To equal any single crown o' th' earth

I' th' justice of compare!-O villain Leonine!

Whom thou hast poison'd too:

If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had been a kindness
Becoming well thy fact: what canst thou say
When noble Pericles shall demand his child?

Who can cross it?

Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the Fates, To foster it, nor ever to preserve. She died at night; I'll say so. Unless you play the pious 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 those that think
The petty wrens of Tarsus will fly hence,
And open this to Pericles. I do shame
To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how coward a spirit.

Cle.

To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added,

Though not his prime consent, he did not flow

From honourable sources.

Dion.

Be it so, then:

Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,

Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.

She did distain my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,

But cast their gazes on Marina's face;

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

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

Cle.

Dion. And as for Pericles,

Heavens forgive it!

What should he say? We wept after her hearse,

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And yet we mourn: her monument
Is almost finisht, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expense 'tis done.

Cle.
Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face,
Seize with thine eagle's talons.

Dion. You are like one that superstitiously Doth swear to th' gods that winter kills the flies: yet I know you'll do as I advise.

But

[Exeunt.

Enter GowER, before the monument of MARINA

at Tarsus.

Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make

short;

Sail seas in cockles, have and wish 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 several clime
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you
To learn of me, who stand i' th' gaps to teach you,
The stages of our story. Pericles

Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
Attended on by many a lord and knight,
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Old Helicanus goes along: behind
Is left to govern it, you bear in mind,
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late

Advanced in time to great and high estate.

Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought This king to Tarsus-think his pilot thought;

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So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on- 70 To fetch his daughter home, who first is

gone.

Like motes and shadows see them move awhile;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

DUMB-SHOW.

Enter PERICLES, at one door, with all his Train; CLEON and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then exeunt CLEON, DIONYZA, and the rest.

See how belief may suffer by foul show!
This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe;
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,

With sighs shot through and biggest tears o'ershower'd,
Leaves Tarsus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
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' th' 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 doth become black villainy

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 scene must play
His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day
In her unholy service. Patience, then,
And think you now are all in Mytilen.

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SCENE IV. Mytilene. A street before the brothel.

Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen.

First Gent. Did you ever hear the like?

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

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

Sec. Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdyhouses-shall's go hear the vestals sing?

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. The same.

A room in the brothel.

Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravisht, 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. Pand. Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me! 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?

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