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twg_000000024500 | Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Should therein make me vile, the common body, By you relieved, 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! PERICLES. I believe you; Your honour and your goodness teach me tot, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024501 | Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honour, all Unscissored shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show ill int. So I take my leave. Good madam, make me blessed in your care In bringing up my child. DIONYZA. I have one myself, Who shall not be more dear to my respect Than | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024502 | yours, my lord. PERICLES. Madam, my thanks and prayers. CLEON. Well bring your grace een to the edge othe shore, Then give you up to the maskd Neptune and The gentlest winds of heaven. PERICLES. I will embrace your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears, Lychorida, no tears. Look to your little mistress, on whose grace You may depend | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024503 | hereafter. Come, my lord. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Ephesus. A room in Cerimons house. Enter Cerimon and Thaisa. CERIMON. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with you in your coffer, which are At your command. Know you the character? THAISA. It is my lords. That I was shippd at sea, I well remember, Even on my groaning time; but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024504 | whether there Deliverd, by the holy gods, I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles, My wedded lord, I neer shall see again, A vestal livery will I take me to, And never more have joy. CERIMON. Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak, Dianas temple is not distant far, Where you may abide till your date expire. Moreover, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024505 | if you please, a niece of mine Shall there attend you. THAISA. My recompense is thanks, thats all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. [_Exeunt._] ACT IV Enter Gower. GOWER. Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre, Welcomed and settled to his own desire. His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus, Unto Diana there a votaress. Now to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024506 | Marina bend your mind, Whom our fast-growing scene must find At Tarsus, and by Cleon traind In musics letters; who hath gaind 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, Marinas life Seeks to take off by treasons knife, And in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024507 | this kind our Cleon hath One daughter, and a full grown wench Even ripe for marriage-rite; this maid Hight Philoten: and it is said For certain in our story, she Would ever with Marina be. Bet when she weaved the sleided silk With fingers long, small, white as milk; Or when she would with sharp needle wound, The cambric, which | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024508 | she made more sound By hurting it; or when to th lute She sung, and made the night-bird mute That still records with moan; or when She would with rich and constant pen Vail to her mistress Dian; still This Philoten contends in skill With absolute Marina: so The dove of Paphos might with the crow Vie feathers white. Marina | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024509 | gets All praises, which are paid as debts, And not as given. This so darks In Philoten all graceful marks, That Cleons 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024510 | 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; Which never could I so convey, Unless your thoughts went on my way. Dionyza does appear, With Leonine, a murderer. [_Exit._] Scene I. Tarsus. An open place near the seashore. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024511 | Enter Dionyza with Leonine. DIONYZA. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to dot: Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon, To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, Which is but cold, inflaming love i thy bosom, Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which Even women | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024512 | have cast off, melt thee, but be A soldier to thy purpose. LEONINE. I will dot; but yet she is a goodly creature. DIONYZA. The fitter, then, the gods should have her. Here she comes weeping for her only mistress death. Thou art resolved? LEONINE. I am resolved. Enter Marina with a basket of flowers. MARINA. No, I will rob | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024513 | Tellus of her weed To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last. Ay me! poor maid, Born in a tempest, when my mother died, This world to me is like a lasting storm, Whirring me from my friends. DIONYZA. How now, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024514 | Marina! why do you keep alone? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not consume your blood with sorrowing; Have you a nurse of me? Lord, how your favours Changed with this unprofitable woe! Come, give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it. Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there, And it pierces and sharpens the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024515 | stomach. Come, Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. MARINA. No, I pray you; Ill not bereave you of your servant. DIONYZA. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024516 | repent the breadth of his great voyage; Blame both my lord and me, that we have taken 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. MARINA. Well, I will go; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024517 | But yet I have no desire to it. DIONYZA. Come, come, I know tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least: Remember what I have said. LEONINE. I warrant you, madam. DIONYZA. Ill leave you, my sweet lady, for a while: Pray, walk softly, do not heat your blood: What! I must have a care of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024518 | you. MARINA. My thanks, sweet madam. [_Exit Dionyza._] Is this wind westerly that blows? LEONINE. South-west. MARINA. When I was born the wind was north. LEONINE. Wast so? MARINA. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, But cried Good seamen! to the sailors, Galling his kingly hands, haling ropes; And clasping to the mast, endured a sea That almost | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024519 | burst the deck. LEONINE. When was this? MARINA. When I was born: Never was waves nor wind more violent; And from the ladder tackle washes off A canvas-climber. Ha! says one, wolt out? And with a dropping industry they skip From stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, and The master calls and trebles their confusion. LEONINE. Come, say your prayers. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024520 | MARINA. What mean you? LEONINE. 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. MARINA. Why will you kill me? LEONINE. To satisfy my lady. MARINA. Why would she have me killd now? As I can | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024521 | 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 killd a mouse, nor hurt a fly: I trod upon a worm against my will, But I wept for it. How have I offended, Wherein my death might yield | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024522 | her any profit, Or my life imply her any danger? LEONINE. My commission Is not to reason of the deed, but do it. MARINA. You will not dot for all the world, I hope. You are well favourd, and your looks foreshow You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately, When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024523 | Good sooth, it showd well in you: do so now: Your lady seeks my life; come you between, And save poor me, the weaker. LEONINE. I am sworn, And will dispatch. [_He seizes her._] Enter Pirates. FIRST PIRATE. Hold, villain! [_Leonine runs away._] SECOND PIRATE. A prize! a prize! THIRD PIRATE. Half part, mates, half part, Come, lets have her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024524 | aboard suddenly. [_Exeunt Pirates with Marina._] Re-enter Leonine. LEONINE. These roguing thieves serve the great pirate Valdes; And they have seized Marina. Let her go: Theres no hope she will return. Ill swear shes dead And thrown into the sea. But Ill see further: Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her, Not carry her aboard. If she remain, Whom | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024525 | they have ravishd must by me be slain. [_Exit._] Scene II. Mytilene. A room in a brothel. Enter Pandar, Bawd and Boult. PANDAR. Boult! BOULT. Sir? PANDAR. Search the market narrowly; Mytilene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this mart by being too wenchless. BAWD. We were never so much out of creatures. We have but poor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024526 | three, and they can do no more than they can do; and they with continual action are even as good as rotten. PANDAR. Therefore lets have fresh ones, whateer we pay for them. If there be not a conscience to be used in every trade, we shall never prosper. BAWD. Thou sayest true: tis not our bringing up of poor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024527 | bastards,as, I think, I have brought up some eleven BOULT. Ay, to eleven; and brought them down again. But shall I search the market? BAWD. What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully sodden. PANDAR. Thou sayest true; theyre too unwholesome, o conscience. The poor Transylvanian is dead, that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024528 | lay with the little baggage. BOULT. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him roast-meat for worms. But Ill go search the market. [_Exit._] PANDAR. Three or four thousand chequins were as pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. BAWD. Why to give over, I pray you? Is it a shame to get when we are old? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024529 | PANDAR. O, our credit comes not in like the commodity, nor the commodity wages not with the danger: therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some pretty estate, twere not amiss to keep our door hatched. Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods will be strong with us for giving over. BAWD. Come, others sorts | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024530 | offend as well as we. PANDAR. As well as we! ay, and better too; we offend worse. Neither is our profession any trade; its no calling. But here comes Boult. Re-enter Boult, with the Pirates and Marina. BOULT [_To Pirates._] Come your ways. My masters, you say shes a virgin? FIRST PIRATE. O sir, we doubt it not. BOULT. Master, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024531 | I have gone through for this piece, you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my earnest. BAWD. Boult, has she any qualities? BOULT. She has a good face, speaks well and has excellent good clothes: theres no farther necessity of qualities can make her be refused. BAWD. What is her price, Boult? BOULT. I cannot | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024532 | be baited one doit of a thousand pieces. PANDAR. Well, follow me, my masters, you shall have your money presently. Wife, take her in; instruct her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her entertainment. [_Exeunt Pandar and Pirates._] BAWD. Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour of her hair, complexion, height, her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024533 | age, with warrant of her virginity; and cry He that will give most shall have her first. Such a maidenhead were no cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this done as I command you. BOULT. Performance shall follow. [_Exit._] MARINA. Alack that Leonine was so slack, so slow! He should have struck, not spoke; or that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024534 | these pirates, Not enough barbarous, had not oerboard thrown me For to seek my mother! BAWD. Why lament you, pretty one? MARINA. That I am pretty. BAWD. Come, the gods have done their part in you. MARINA. I accuse them not. BAWD. You are light into my hands, where you are like to live. MARINA. The more my fault To | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024535 | scape his hands where I was like to die. BAWD. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. MARINA. No. BAWD. Yes, indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all fashions: you shall fare well; you shall have the difference of all complexions. What! do you stop your ears? MARINA. Are you a woman? BAWD. What would you have me be, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024536 | an I be not a woman? MARINA. An honest woman, or not a woman. BAWD. Marry, whip the gosling: I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, youre a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would have you. MARINA. The gods defend me! BAWD. If it please the gods to defend you by men, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024537 | then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you up. Boults returned. Re-enter Boult. Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? BOULT. I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs; I have drawn her picture with my voice. BAWD. And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the inclination of the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024538 | people, especially of the younger sort? BOULT. Faith, they listened to me as they would have hearkened to their fathers testament. There was a Spaniards mouth so watered, that he went to bed to her very description. BAWD. We shall have him here tomorrow with his best ruff on. BOULT. Tonight, tonight. But, mistress, do you know the French knight | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024539 | that cowers i the hams? BAWD. Who, Monsieur Veroles? BOULT. Ay, he: he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he would see her tomorrow. BAWD. Well, well, as for him, he brought his disease hither: here he does but repair it. I know he will come in our shadow, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024540 | to scatter his crowns in the sun. BOULT. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, we should lodge them with this sign. [_To Marina._] Pray you, come hither awhile. You have fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must seem to do that fearfully which you commit willingly, despise profit where you have most gain. To weep that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024541 | you live as ye do makes pity in your lovers: seldom but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. MARINA. I understand you not. BOULT. O, take her home, mistress, take her home: these blushes of hers must be quenched with some present practice. BAWD. Thou sayest true, ifaith so they must; for your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024542 | bride goes to that with shame which is her way to go with warrant. BOULT. Faith, some do and some do not. But, mistress, if I have bargained 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024543 | 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; youll 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. BOULT. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024544 | warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels as my giving out her beauty stirs up the lewdly inclined. Ill bring home some tonight. BAWD. Come your ways; follow me. MARINA. 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024545 | to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Tarsus. A room in Cleons house. Enter Cleon and Dionyza. DIONYZA. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? CLEON. O, Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter The sun and moon neer lookd upon! DIONYZA. I think youll turn a child again. CLEON. Were I chief | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024546 | lord of all this spacious world, Id give it to undo the deed. A lady, Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess To equal any single crown o the earth I the justice of compare! O villain Leonine! Whom thou hast poisond too: If thou hadst drunk to him, t had been a kindness Becoming well thy face. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024547 | What canst thou say When noble Pericles shall demand his child? DIONYZA. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, To foster it, nor ever to preserve. She died at night; Ill say so. Who can cross it? Unless you play the pious innocent, And for an honest attribute cry out She died by foul play. CLEON. O, go | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024548 | to. Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Do like this worst. DIONYZA. Be one of those that thinks 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. CLEON. To such proceeding Whoever but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024549 | his approbation added, Though not his prime consent, he did not flow From honourable courses. DIONYZA. 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 Marinas | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024550 | face; Whilst ours was blurted at and held a malkin Not worth the time of day. It pierced me through; And though you call my course unnatural, You not your child well loving, yet I find It greets me as an enterprise of kindness Performd to your sole daughter. CLEON. Heavens forgive it! DIONYZA. And as for Pericles, what should | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024551 | he say? We wept after her hearse, and yet we mourn. Her monument is almost finishd, and her epitaphs In glittering golden characters express A general praise to her, and care in us At whose expense tis done. CLEON. Thou art like the harpy, Which, to betray, dost, with thine angels face, Seize with thine eagles talons. DIONYZA. You are | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024552 | like one that superstitiously Doth swear to the gods that winter kills the flies: But yet I know youll do as I advise. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. Enter Gower, before the monument of Marina at Tarsus. GOWER. Thus time we waste, and long leagues make short; Sail seas in cockles, have and wish but fort; Making, to take your imagination, From | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024553 | bourn to bourn, region to region. By you being pardond, 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 ithe gaps to teach you, The stages of our story. Pericles Is now again thwarting the wayward seas Attended on by many | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024554 | a lord and knight, To see his daughter, all his lifes delight. Old Helicanus goes along. Behind Is left to govern, if 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; So with his steerage shall your thoughts | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024555 | go on, To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. Like motes and shadows see them move awhile; Your ears unto your eyes Ill 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024556 | Then exeunt Cleon and Dionyza. See how belief may suffer by foul show; This borrowd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devourd, With sighs shot through; and biggest tears oershowerd, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024557 | 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 Marinas monument._] _The fairest, sweetst, and best lies here, Who witherd in her spring of year. She was of Tyrus the Kings daughter, On whom foul death hath made this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024558 | slaughter; Marina was she calld; and at her birth, Thetis, being proud, swallowd some part o the earth: Therefore the earth, fearing to be oerflowd, Hath Thetis birth-child on the heavens bestowd: Wherefore she does, and swears shell never stint, Make raging battery upon shores of flint._ No visor does become black villany So well as soft and tender flattery. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024559 | Let Pericles believe his daughters dead, And bear his courses to be ordered By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play His daughters woe and heavy well-a-day In her unholy service. Patience, then, And think you now are all in Mytilene. [_Exit._] SCENE V. Mytilene. A street before the brothel. Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Did you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024560 | ever hear the like? SECOND GENTLEMAN. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone. FIRST GENTLEMAN. But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a thing? SECOND GENTLEMAN. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy houses: shalls go hear the vestals sing? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ill do anything | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024561 | now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting for ever. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel. Enter Pandar, Bawd and Boult. PANDAR. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she had neer come here. BAWD. Fie, fie upon her! Shes able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024562 | a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024563 | her. BOULT. Faith, I must ravish her, or shell disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make our swearers priests. PANDAR. Now, the pox upon her green sickness for me! BAWD. Faith, theres no way to be rid ont but by the way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised. BOULT. We should have both lord and lown, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024564 | if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter Lysimachus. LYSIMACHUS. How now! How a dozen of virginities? BAWD. Now, the gods to bless your honour! BOULT. I am glad to see your honour in good health. LYSIMACHUS. You may so; tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs. How now? Wholesome iniquity have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024565 | you that a man may deal withal, and defy the surgeon? BAWD. We have here one, sir, if she wouldbut there never came her like in Mytilene. LYSIMACHUS. If shed do the deed of darkness, thou wouldst say. BAWD. Your honour knows what tis to say well enough. LYSIMACHUS. Well, call forth, call forth. BOULT. For flesh and blood, sir, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024566 | white and red, you shall see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but LYSIMACHUS. What, prithee? BOULT. O, sir, I can be modest. LYSIMACHUS. That dignifies the renown of a bawd no less than it gives a good report to a number to be chaste. [_Exit Boult._] BAWD. Here comes that which grows to the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024567 | stalk; never plucked yet, I can assure you. Re-enter Boult with Marina. Is she not a fair creature? LYSIMACHUS. Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, theres for you: leave us. BAWD. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and Ill have done presently. LYSIMACHUS. I beseech you, do. BAWD. [_To Marina._] First, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024568 | would have you note, this is an honourable man. MARINA. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him. BAWD. Next, hes the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to. MARINA. If he govern the country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024569 | BAWD. Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold. MARINA. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive. LYSIMACHUS. Ha you done? BAWD. My lord, shes not paced yet: you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024570 | together. Go thy ways. [_Exeunt Bawd, Pandar and Boult._] LYSIMACHUS. Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade? MARINA. What trade, sir? LYSIMACHUS. Why, I cannot namet but I shall offend. MARINA. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it. LYSIMACHUS. How long have you been of this profession? MARINA. Eer since I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024571 | can remember. LYSIMACHUS. Did you go tot so young? Were you a gamester at five or at seven? MARINA. Earlier, too, sir, if now I be one. LYSIMACHUS. Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to be a creature of sale. MARINA. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come intot? I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024572 | hear say you are of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place. LYSIMACHUS. Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am? MARINA. Who is my principal? LYSIMACHUS. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something of my power, and so stand aloof for more serious | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024573 | wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my authority shall not see thee, or else look friendly upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place: come, come. MARINA. If you were born to honour, show it now; If put upon you, make the judgement good That thought you worthy of it. LYSIMACHUS. Hows this? hows this? Some more; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024574 | be sage. MARINA. For me, That am a maid, though most ungentle Fortune Have placed me in this sty, where, since I came, Diseases have been sold dearer than physic, O, that the gods Would set me free from this unhallowd place, Though they did change me to the meanest bird That flies i the purer air! LYSIMACHUS. I did | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024575 | not think Thou couldst have spoke so well; neer dreamd thou couldst. Had I brought hither a corrupted mind, Thy speech had alterd it. Hold, heres gold for thee: Persever in that clear way thou goest, And the gods strengthen thee! MARINA. The good gods preserve you! LYSIMACHUS. For me, be you thoughten That I came with no ill intent; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024576 | for to me The very doors and windows savour vilely. Fare thee well. Thou art a piece of virtue, and I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. Hold, heres more gold for thee. A curse upon him, die he like a thief, That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost Hear from me, it shall be for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024577 | thy good. Re-enter Boult. BOULT. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. LYSIMACHUS. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house but for this virgin that doth prop it, Would sink and overwhelm you. Away! [_Exit._] BOULT. Hows this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024578 | the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways. MARINA. Whither would you have me? BOULT. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. Come your ways. Well have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say. Re-enter Bawd. BAWD. How now! whats the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024579 | matter? BOULT. Worse and worse, mistress; she has here spoken holy words to the Lord Lysimachus. BAWD. O, abominable! 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024580 | 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. MARINA. Hark, hark, you gods! BAWD. She conjures: away with her! Would she had never | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024581 | come within my doors! Marry, hang you! Shes born to undo us. Will you not go the way of womankind? Marry, come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [_Exit._] BOULT. Come, mistress; come your way with me. MARINA. Whither wilt thou have me? BOULT. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. MARINA. Prithee, tell | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024582 | me one thing first. BOULT. Come now, your one thing? MARINA. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? BOULT. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress. MARINA. Neither of these are so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command. Thou holdst a place, for which the painedst fiend | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024583 | Of hell would not in reputation change: Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every Coistrel that comes inquiring for his Tib. To the choleric fisting of every rogue Thy ear is liable, thy food is such As hath been belchd on by infected lungs. BOULT. What would you have me do? Go to the wars, would you? where a man | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024584 | may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one? MARINA. Do anything but this thou doest. Empty Old receptacles, or common shores, of filth; Serve by indenture to the common hangman: Any of these ways are yet better than this; For what thou professest, a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024585 | baboon, could he speak, Would own a name too dear. O, that the gods Would safely deliver me from this place! Here, heres gold for thee. If that thy master would gain by me, Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance, With other virtues, which Ill keep from boast; And I will undertake all these to teach. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024586 | doubt not but this populous city will Yield many scholars. BOULT. But can you teach all this you speak of? MARINA. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, And prostitute me to the basest groom That doth frequent your house. BOULT. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will. MARINA. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024587 | But amongst honest women. BOULT. Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, theres 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, Ill do for thee what I can; come your ways. [_Exeunt._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024588 | ACT V Enter Gower. GOWER. 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 neele composes Natures own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry, That even her art sisters the natural roses; Her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024589 | inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry: That pupils lacks she none of noble race, Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place; And to her father turn our thoughts again, Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost; Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrived | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024590 | Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived God Neptunes annual feast to keep: from whence Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies, His banners sable, trimmd with rich expense; And to him in his barge with fervour hies. In your supposing once more put your sight Of heavy Pericles; think this his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024591 | bark: Where what is done in action, more, if might, Shall be discoverd; please you, sit and hark. [_Exit._] SCENE I. On board Pericles ship, off Mytilene. A close 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, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024592 | the other to the barge; to them Helicanus. TYRIAN SAILOR. [_To the Sailor of Mytilene._] Where is lord Helicanus? He can resolve you. O, here he is. Sir, theres a barge put off from Mytilene, And in it is Lysimachus the governor, Who craves to come aboard. What is your will? HELICANUS. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024593 | TYRIAN SAILOR. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls. Enter two or three Gentlemen. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Doth your lordship call? HELICANUS. Gentlemen, there is some of worth would come aboard; I pray ye, greet them 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. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024594 | TYRIAN SAILOR. Sir, This is the man that can, in aught you would, Resolve you. LYSIMACHUS. Hail, reverend sir! the gods preserve you! HELICANUS. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am, And die as I would do. LYSIMACHUS. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptunes triumphs, Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, I made | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024595 | to it, to know of whence you are. HELICANUS. First, what is your place? LYSIMACHUS. I am the governor of this place you lie before. HELICANUS. Sir, our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; A man who for this three months hath not spoken To anyone, nor taken sustenance But to prorogue his grief. LYSIMACHUS. Upon what ground | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024596 | is his distemperature? HELICANUS. Twould be too tedious to repeat; But the main grief springs from the loss Of a beloved daughter and a wife. LYSIMACHUS. May we not see him? HELICANUS. You may; But bootless is your sight: he will not speak To any. LYSIMACHUS. Yet let me obtain my wish. HELICANUS. Behold him. [_Pericles discovered._] This was a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024597 | goodly person. Till the disaster that, one mortal night, Drove him to this. LYSIMACHUS. Sir king, all hail! The gods preserve you! Hail, royal sir! HELICANUS. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. FIRST LORD. Sir, we have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him. LYSIMACHUS. Tis well bethought. She questionless | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024598 | with her sweet harmony And other chosen attractions, would allure, And make a battery through his deafend parts, Which now are midway stoppd: She is all happy as the fairest of all, And, with her fellow maids, is now upon The leafy shelter that abuts against The islands side. [_Whispers a Lord who goes off in the barge of Lysimachus._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024599 | HELICANUS. Sure, alls effectless; yet nothing well omit That bears recoverys name. But, since your kindness We have stretchd thus far, let us beseech you That for our gold we may provision have, Wherein we are not destitute for want, But weary for the staleness. LYSIMACHUS. O, sir, a courtesy Which if we should deny, the most just gods For | 60 | gutenberg |
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