reign,

We thus submit unto,-our sovereign.

All. Live, noble Helicane!

Hel. Try honour's cause, forbear your suf. frages:

If that you love prince Pericles, forbear.
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease.

A twelvemonth longer, let me then entreat you
To forbear choice i'the absence of your king;
If, in which time expir'd, he not return,
I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
But if I cannot win you to this love..

Go search like noblemen, like noble subjects, And in your search spend your adventurous worth ;

Whom if you find, and win unto return,
You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.

1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;

And, since lord Helicane enjoineth us,
We with our travels will endeavour it.

Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands;

When peers thus kuit, a kingdom eve. stands.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Pentapolis.—A Room in the
Palace.

Enter SIMONIDES, reading a Letter, the
KNIGHTS meet him.

1 Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides.

Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let you

know,

To her chamber, that it is impossible. One twelve moons more she'll wear Diana's livery

This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vow'd And on her virgin honour will not break it. 3 Knight. Though loath to bid farewell, we take our leaves. [Exeunt.

Sim. So They're well despatch'd; now to my daughter's letter:

She tells me here she'll wed the stranger knight,

Or never more to view nor day nor night. Mistress, 'tis well, your choice agrees with mine:

I like that well :-nay, how absolute she's in't,
Not minding whether I dislike or no !
Well, I commend her choice;
And will no longer have it be delay'd.
Soft, here he comes :--I must dissemble it.

Sim. Traitor, thou liest.

Per. Traitor!

Sim. Ay, traitor, Sir.

Per. Even in his throat, (unless it be the king,)

That calls me traitor, I return the lie.

Sim. Now, by the gods, I do applaud his courage. [Aside. Per. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, That never relish'd of a base descent.

I came unto your court for honour's cause,
And not to be a rebel to her state;
And he that otherwise accounts of me,
This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.
Here comes my daughter, she can witness it.
Sim. No!-

Enter THAISA.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe To any syllable that made love to you? who takes offence at that would make me glad Thai. Why, Sir, say if you had,

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory ?-

I am glad of it with all my heart. [Aside.] I'll tame you;

I'll bring you in subjection.

Will you, not having my consent, bestow
Your love and your affections on a stranger ?
(Who, for ought I know to the contrary,
Or think, may be as great in blood as I.)

[Aside. Hear, therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,

And you, Sir, hear you.-Either be rul'd by me,
Or I will make you-man and wife.-
Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it
too.-

And, being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy;
And, for a further grief,--God give you joy!-
What, are you both pleas'd?

Thai. Yes, if you love me, Sir.

Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it.
Sim. What, are you both agreed?
Both. Yes, 'please your majesty.

Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed.

ACT III.

Enter GowER.

[Exeunt.

Gow. Now sleep yslaked hath the rout; No din but snores, the house about, Made louder by the o'er-fed breast Of this most pompous marriage-feast. The cat, with eyne of burning coal, Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole:

• Quenchod.

And crickets sing at th' oven's mouth,
As the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,
Where, by the loss of maidenhead,
A babe is moulded.-Be attent,
And time, that is so briefly spent,
With your fine fancies quaintly eche:
What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.

Dumb show.

Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter. PERI CLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES take leave of her father, and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c. retire.

Gow. By many a dearn + and painful perch:
Of Pericles the careful search
By the four opposing coignes, $
Which the world together joins,
Is made, with all due diligence,
That horse, and sail, and high expense,
Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre
(Fame answering the most strong inquire,)
To the court of king Simonides

Are letters brought; the tenour these:-
Antiochus and his daughter's dead:
The men of Tyrus, on the head
Of Helicanus would set on

The crown of Tyre, but he will none;
The mutiny there he hastes t'appease:
Says to them, If king Pericles

Come not, in twice six moons, home,
He, obedient to their doom,

Will take the crown. The sam of this,
Brought hither to Pentapolis,
Y-ravished the regions round,

And every one, with claps, 'gan sound
Our heir apparent is a king:

Who dream'd, who thought, of such a thing?
Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre;
His queen, with child, makes her desire
(Which who shall cross?) along to go:
(Omit we all their dole and woe)
Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,

And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood

Hath their keel cut: but fortune's mood ¶
Varies again the grizzled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth,
That as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives.
The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near! **
Doth fall in travail with her fear:
And what ensues in this fell storm,
Shall, for itself, itself perform.
I will ++ relate; action may
Conveniently the rest convey;
Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination hold

This stage, the ship, upon whose deck
The sea-toss'd prince appears to speak.

SCENE 1.

[Exit.

1 Sail. What courage, Sir? God save you. Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw:**

It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love
Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer,
I would, it would be quiet.

1 Sail. Slack the bolins + there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself.

2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billows kiss the moon, I care not.

1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard: the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie, till the ship be cleared of the dead.

Per. That's your superstition.

1 Sail. Pardon us, Sir; with us at sea it still hath been observed; and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.

Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen!

Lyc. Here she lies, Sir.

Per. A terrible child-bed rast thou had, my dear!

No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time
To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze;
Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
And aye-remaining ‡‡ lamps, the belching whale,
And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse,
Lying with simple shells. Lychorida,
Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink, and paper,
My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe

• Maliciously. Thought.

As notsy a one. requite.

Blast. 11

+ The goddess of child-bearing. Contend with you in honour. Than thy entrance into life can Bowlines, ropes of the sails. Ever burning.

Enter PHILEMON.

Phil. Doth my lord call?

Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men; It has been a turbulent and stormy night.

2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth

Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
Your creatures, who by you have been restor❜d:
And not your knowledge, personal pain, but even
Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon
Such strong renown as time shall never--

Enter two SERVANTS with a chest.
Serv. So lift there.
Cer. What is that?

Serv. Sir, even now

Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest : 'Tis of some wreck.

Cer. Set't down, let's look on it.
2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, Sir,
Cer. Whate'er it be,

'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight
If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,
It is a good constraint of fortune, that
It belches upon us.

2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.

Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!Did the sea cast it up?

Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, Sir, As toss'd it upon shore.

Cer. Come, wrench it open

Soft, soft ?-it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour.

Cer. As evet hit my nostril; so,-up with it.

as this,

Virtue and cunning || were endowments greater
Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
Have studied physic, through which secret art,
By turning o'er authorities, I have
(Together with my practice,) made familiar
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
And I can speak of the disturbances

That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me

A more content in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

To please the fool and death.

The principals are the strongest rafters in the roof of a building. + Tumble. 1. e. Economical prudence, early rising. Attire. Knowledge.

í Gent. Most strange!

That threw her in the sea. Make fire within;
Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
By good appliance was recovered.

Enter a SERVANT, with boxes, napkins, and

fire.

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.The rough and woful music that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.

The vial once more-How thou stirr'st, thou block !

The music there.-I pray you, give her air:Gentlemen,

This queen will live nature awakes; a warmth Breathes out of her; she hath not been en

tranc'd

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Into life's flower again !

1 Gent. The heavens, Sir,

Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Your fame for ever.

Cer. She's alive-behold

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost,

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;

• Worldly.

SCENE IV.-Ephesus.-A Room in CERI. MON'S House.

Enter CERIMON and THAISA.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain Lay with you in your coffer: which are now jewels, At your command. Kuow you the character ? Thai. It is my lord's.

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Even on my yearning time; but whether there

Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as
Speak,

Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Shall there attend you.

RIDA, and MARINA.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be

gone;

My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. Yo, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,

Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Dion. O your sweet queen!

That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought

her hither,

To have bless'd mine eyes!

Per. We cannot but obey

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom,
For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) here
I charge your charity withal, and leave her
The infant of your care; beseeching you

To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

Cle. Fear not, my lord:

Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,

(For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,)

you

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small Thai. My recompense is thanks; that's all; [Exeunt

ACT IV.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd to his own desire.
His woeful queen leave at Ephess,
To Dian there a votaress.

Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In music, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,

Which makes her both the heart and place
Of general wonder. But, alack!
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight + Philoten: and it is said

For certain in our story, she

[tion

Must in your child be thought on. If neglecShould therein make me vile, the common

body; t

Would ever with Marina be:
Be't when she weav'd the sleided

By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty: But if to that my nature need a spur,

The gods revenge it upon me and mine,

To the end of generation!

Per. I believe you:

Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Without your Vows. Till she be married, madam,

By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show will in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.

Dion. I have one myself,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,

Than your's, my lord.

Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge

o'the shore;

Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, The gentlest winds of heaven.

Per. I will embrace

and

Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O no tears,
Lychorida, no tears:

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord.

[Exeunt.

silk

With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld 3 wound
The cambric, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the Inte
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records || with moan? or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Veil to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute Marina: so

With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead;
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;

And cursed Dionyza hath

The pregnant ** instrument of wrath
Prest ++ for this blow. The unborn event

I do commend to your content:

Only I carry winged time

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;

SCENE I.-Tharsus.-An open Place near the sea-shore.

Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it:

"Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so seon, To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,

Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom,
Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which
Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
A soldier to thy purpose.

Leon. I'il do't; but yet she is a goodly crea

Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

Mar. No, I pray you;

I'll not bereave you of your servant.

Dion. Come, come;

I love the king your father, and yourself,
With more than foreign heart. We every day
Expect him here; when he shall come, and find
Our paragon to all reports, thus blasted,

He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and ine, that we have ta’en
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you,
Walk, and be cheerful once again; reserve
That excellent complexion, which did steal
The eyes of young and old. Care not for me;
I can go home alone.

Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood : What! I must have a care of you.

Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear,

But cry'd, good seamen! to the sailors, galling
His kingly hands with hauling of the ropes;
And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea
That almost burst the deck, and from the ladder-
tackle

Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one,
Wilt out? and, with a dropping industry,
They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain
whistles,

The master calls, and trebles their confusion
Leon. And when was this?

Mar. It was when I was born:
Never were waves nor wind more violent.
Leon. Come, say your prayers speedily.
Mar. What mean you?

Leon. If you require a little space for prayer, I grant it: Pray; but be not tedious,

For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn
To do my work with haste.

Mar. Why, will you kill me?
Leon. To satisfy my lady.

Mar. Why would she have me kill'd?
Now, as I can remember by my troth,
I never did her hurt in all my life;
I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn
To any living creature: believe me, la,
I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:
I trod upon a worm against my will,
But I wept for it. How have I offended,
Wherein ny death might yield her profit, or
My life imply her danger?

Leon. My commission

Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I

Leon. These roving thieves serve the great pirate Valdes;

And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go: There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead,

And thrown into the sea.-But I'll see further: Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Not carry her aboard. If she remain,

Whom they have ravish'd, must by me be slain. [Exit.

SCENE III-Mitylene.-A Room in a
Brothel.

Enter PANDER, BAWD, and BOULT.
Pund. Boult.

Boult. Sir.

Mur. Thanks, sweet madain.-

Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor three, and they can do no more than they can do; and with continual action are even as good as rotten. Pand. Therefore let's have fresh ones, what

• A ship-boy.