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 needle composes Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry, That even her art sisters the natural roses; Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry: That pupils lacks she none of noble race, She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place; His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark. [Exit. 10 20 SCENE I. On board PERICLES' ship, off Mytilene. A pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; PERICLES within it, reclined 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. [to the Sailor of Mytilene] Where is Lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. O, here he is.-Sir, there is a barge put off from Mytilene, 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. Enter two or three Gentlemen. First Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, there is some of worth would come aboard: I pray, greet him fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the barge. Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords, with the 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! And die as I would do. Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, I made to it, to know of whence you are. Hel. First, what is your place? Lys. I am the governor 10 20 Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; A man who for this three months hath not spoken But to prorogue his grief. Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature? But the main grief springs from the loss Lys. May we not see him? Hel. You may; But bootless is your sight,—he will not speak Lys. Yet let me obtain my wish. Hel. Behold him. [Draws the curtain, and discovers PERICLES.] This was a goodly person, Till the disaster that, one mortal night, Drove him to this. Lys. Sir king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. We have a maid in Mytilen, I durst wager, Would win some words of him. Lys. 'Tis well bethought. She, questionless, with her sweet harmony And other chosen attractions, would allure, And make a battery through his deafen'd parts, She is all happy as the fairest of all, And, with her fellow maids, is now upon The leafy shelter that abuts against The island's side. [Whispers First Lord; who goes off in the barge of LYSIMACHUS. Hel. Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit That bears recovery's name. But, since But, since your kindness We have stretcht thus far, let us beseech you That for our gold we may provision have, 30 40 50 Wherein we are not destitute for want, Lys. Hel. Sit, sir; I will recount it to you: But, see, I am prevented. Enter, from the barge, First Lord, with MARINA She's a gallant lady. The lady that I sent for.-Welcome, fair one!— Hel. Lys. She's such a one, that, were I well assured I'ld wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed.— Mar. Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided That none but I and my companion maid Be suffer'd to come near him. Lys. Come, let's leave her; And the gods make her prosperous! [MARINA sings. Lys. Markt he your music? Mar. No, nor lookt on us. Lys. See, she will speak to him. 60 70 80 Per. Hum, ha! Mar. I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gazed on like a comet: she speaks, Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: Per. I do think so.-Pray you, turn your eyes upon me. You are like something that-What countrywoman? Here of these shores? Mar. No, nor of any shores: Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am No other than I appear. Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping. My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows; Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; As silver-voiced; her eyes as jewel-like, And cased as richly; in pace another Juno; Per. Where were you bred? 90 100 110 |