Mar. If you were born to honour, shew it now; Lys. How's this? how's this?-Some more;-be sage. That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune Lys. I did not think Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, [couldst. Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for 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. I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.— A curse upon him, die he like a thief, [48 LYSIMACHUS is putting up his purse, BOULT enters. 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 snowball; 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 womenkind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress;, come your way with me. Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. 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, 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? Mar. Do anything but this thou doest. Empty, Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth; Serve by indenture to the common hangman: I doubt not but this populous city will Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? 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. [Ezeunt. 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 His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; [Exit. My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, [MARINA Sings. But have been gazed on, comet-like: she speaks, To equal mine!-was it not thus? what say you? Per. I do think so. I pray you, turn your eyes again 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 Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping. And cased as richly; in pace another Juno; Per. Where were you bred? And how achieved you these endowments, which Mar. Should I tell my history, 'Twould seem like lies, disdain'd in the reporting. Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee, To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st [Aside.] This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I did give [o'er. Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:- Per. Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child. Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, (Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have beca, By savage Cleon :) she shall tell thee all; When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge, Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene, Per. I embrace you, Sir. Give me my robes.-I am wild in my beholding. O heavens, bless my girl!-But hark! what music?- O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt, PERICLES on the deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him as in a vision. Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee thither, And do upon mine altar sacrifice. There, when my maiden priests are met together, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife: To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call, Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe; [DIANA disappears. Enter GOWER, before the temple of DIANA at Ephesus. Gow. Now our sands are almost run; More a little, and then done. This, as my last boon, give me, (For such kindness must relieve me,) That you aptly will suppose What pageantry, what feats, what shows, The regent made in Mitylin, To greet the king. So he has thrived, As Dian bade: whereto being bound, [Erit 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 inhabi tants of EPHESUS attending. 'Enter PERICLES, with his train; LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady. Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command, At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth Thai. Voice and favour! You are, you are―0 royal Pericles!— [She faints. [men! Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentle If you have told Diana's altar true, Per. Reverend appearer, no; I threw her o'erboard with these very arms. Per. 'Tis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady;-0, she 's but o'erjoy'd. Early one blustering morn this lady was Thrown on this shore. I oped the coffin, and Per. May we see them? Cer. Great Sir, they shall be brought you to my house, Whither I invite you.-Look, Thaisa is Recover'd. Thai. O, let me look! If he be none of mine, my sanctity Will to my sense bend no licentious ear, But curb it, spite of seeing.-0, my lord, Are you not Pericles? Like him you speak, Like him you are: did you not name a tempest, A birth, and death? Per. The voice of dead Thaisa! Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead And drown'd. Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last: 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 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. |