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. 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. 130 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 [Exeunt. 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, Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess 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 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, Dion. 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 But cast their gazes on Marina's face; Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin, You not your child well loving, yet I find Cle. Dion. And as for Pericles, Heavens forgive it! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, 10 20 30 40 And yet we mourn: her monument Cle. 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; Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, Advanced in time to great and high estate. Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought This king to Tarsus-think his pilot thought; 50 60 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; 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! With sighs shot through and biggest tears o'ershower'd, 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: Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd: Wherefore she does-and swears she'll never stint- No visor doth become black villainy So well as soft and tender flattery. Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play X. I [Exit. 80 90 100 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? 10 |