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SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 %S'P%^I^r OF TH6 Fll^Sr ST>iri0 5^, 
 
 C6e " jFamou0 jTolio'* of 1623. 
 
 NOW READY, THE COMPLETED VOLUME OF 
 
 Mr. William Shakespeare's 
 
 COMEDIES, 
 HISTORIES, & 
 TRAGEDIES. 
 
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PERICLES, 
 
 Prince of Tyre. 
 
 By 
 
 MR. JVILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 The Text from the Third FoHo Edition, pubUfhed in 1664 ; 
 with Notices of former Editions. 
 
 Printed for L. Booth, 307 Regent Street, W. 1865. 
 
LON'DON: 
 
 Printed by J. Strangmayt and H. B. fValden, 28 Caftle Street, 
 
 Lciccfter Square. 
 
This Edition of Pericles, re-printed with the fame care as exercifed in the 
 reprodudion of the Firft Folio, is copied from the Third Impreflion in folio of 
 Mr. William Shakefpeares Comedies, Hiftories, and Tragedies, printed for P. C. 
 London 1664, and is iflued as a feparate play to enable thofe already poflefling 
 the three Parts of the Reprint of the 1623 edition, to bind with them the Play 
 of Pericles, the only acknowledged play of Shakefpeare not printed in the 
 " Firft Folio." 
 
 The following plays, in the text of the Firft Folio edition, have been iflued 
 feparately in 4to., for the purpofe of enabling colledors to complete their feries 
 of 4to. plays, — and that ftudents may more eaflly note variations, thefe copies 
 are interleaved, — half-bound, price five fhillings each : — 
 
 HAMLET. 
 
 HENRY THE FOURTH, Part L 
 „ „ Part H. 
 
 HENRY THE FIFTH. 
 HENRY THE SIXTH, Part I. 
 
 „ „ Part II. 
 
 „ „ Part III. 
 
 KING LEAR. 
 LOVES LABOUR LOST. 
 
 MERCHANT OF VENICE. 
 MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR. 
 MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM. 
 MUCH ADOE ABOUT NOTHING. 
 OTHELLO. 
 
 RICHARD THE SECOND. 
 RICHARD THE THIRD. 
 ROMEO AND JULIET. 
 TITUS ANDRONICUS. 
 
 TROYLUS AND CRESSIDA. 
 
Pericles, Prince of Tyre. 
 
 The Editions defcribed below are thofe^ as far as known^ which preceded the 
 
 Folio 0/1664.. 
 
 THE late And much admired Play, called Pericles, Prince of Tyre. With the true Relation of 
 the whole Hiftoric, adventures of faid Prince: As alfo, The no lefs ftrange, and worthy 
 accidents, in the Birth and Life of his Daughter Mariana. As it hath been diuers and fundry times 
 adled by his Maiefties Seruants at the Globe on the Banck-fide. By William Shakefpeare. Imprinted 
 at Lond. for Henry GofTon, and are to be fold at the fignc of the Sunne in Pater-nofter row. 1609. 
 4to. A to I in fours ; I 4 blank. 3 5 leaves. 
 
 THE late, and much admired Play called Pericles, Prince of Tyre. With the true Relation of 
 the whole Hiftory, aduentures and fortunes of the fayd Prince: As alfo the no lefle ftrange 
 and worthy accidents in the Birth and Life of his Daughter Mariana. As it hath beene diuers and 
 fundry times aflcd by his Maieftyes Seruants at the Globe on the Banck-fide by William Shakefpeare. 
 Printed at London by S. S. 161 1. 4to. Ends at I 3, verfo. 
 
 THE late. And much admired Play, called Pericles, Prince of Tyre. With the true Relation of 
 the whole Hiftory, aduentures and fortunes of the faide Prince. Written by W. Shakefpeare. 
 Printed for T. P. 1619. 4to. 34 leaves. 
 
 The fignatures are from R to A a in fours ; B b one leaf, and title one leaf 
 
 This edition was printed at the end of " The whole Contention betweene the two Famous Houfes 
 Lancafter and York." Printed at Lond. for T. P. 
 
 A 
 A 
 
 NOTHER Edition in 1630. 34 leaves. 4to. 
 NOTHER Edition in 1635. 34 leaves. 4to. 
 
 *^* By the courteous permijfton of]. O. Halliwell, Efq. F.R.S. &c., and H. G. BoHN, 
 Efq., the above details have been obtained from the " Skeleton Hatid-liji of the Early ^arto 
 Editions of the Plays of Shakefpeare " and from Bohn's *■*■ Bibliographical Account of the IVorks 
 of Shakefpeare^' 1864. 
 
The much admired Play^ 
 
 CALLED, 
 
 PERICLES, 
 
 PRINCE of Tyre, 
 
 With the true Relation of the whole Hijlory^ Adventures^ 
 and Fortunes of the f aid Prince. 
 
 Written by VV. SHAKESPEARE, 
 
 and publifhed in his life time, 
 
 never before Printed in Folio. 
 
 L ^T> O ^, Printed for "P. Q. 1664. 
 
The much admired ^lajy 
 
 CALLED, 
 
 PERICLES, PRINCE of Tyre, 
 
 With the true '^lation of the 'Vohole History, Adventures, 
 and Fortunes of the faid 'Prince. 
 
 Written by VV. Shakespeare, 
 
 and publifhed in his life time. 
 
 (iABus 'F^rimus. Scena T^rima. 
 
 Enter Gower. 
 
 ^J'^S ''f'''"^ ^^^^ °^^ rrasfungf 
 From ajhes ancient Gower is come, 
 Jljfuming mans injirmities. 
 To glad your ear and fkaje your eyes ; 
 
 It hath been Jung at Fejii'vals, 
 
 On Smber e-ves, and holy-dayes, 
 
 And Lords and Ladies in their li-ves, 
 
 Ha-ve read it for rejiorati-ves. 
 
 The pur chafe is to makj men glorioM. 
 
 Et bonum quo Anti quius, eo melius. 
 
 If you, born in theje latter times. 
 
 When rrits more ripe, accept my Rimes ; 
 
 And that to hear an old man fng, 
 
 eSMay to your wijhes pleajure bring : 
 
 I life would "^ifh, and that I might 
 
 IVafie it for you like Taper-light. 
 
 This Antioch, then, Antiochus the great. 
 
 Built up this City for his chiefefi feat ; 
 
 The fair eH in all Syria. 
 
 / tell you re hat mine Aut hors fay : 
 
 This King unto him tcol^ a Teer, 
 
 Who died, and left a female htir. 
 
 So hucl{some, blithe, and full of face. 
 
 As hea-ven had lent her all his grace t 
 
 With vphom the Father Ukjng tool^. 
 
 And her to incefi did pro-vo\e. 
 
 Bad childe, vorfe father , to entice his orm. 
 
 To fuil fhould be done by none : 
 
 But cujiome, what they did begin. 
 
 Was with long ufe, counted no Jin. 
 
 The beauty of this fnfull Dame, 
 
 Made many Princes thither frame. 
 
 Tofee^ her as a bed-fellow. 
 
 In marriage pleajures, play-felkw : 
 
 Which to pre-vent , he made a Law, 
 
 To k^eep her flill, and men in arre. 
 
 That who Jo askj her for his r,'fe. 
 
 His Riddle told not, loE his life : 
 
 So for her many a wight did die, 
 
 Ai yon grim looi^s do teflife. 
 
 What enfues to the judgement of your eye, 
 
 I gi've my cauje, who beji can tejiifie. 
 
 Enter t^intlochut , Trince Pericles, and followers. 
 
 Exit. 
 
 Ant. Young Prince of Tyre,yo\i have at large receiv'd 
 The danger of the task you undertake. 
 
 Per. I have ( Antiochus ) and with a foul emboldned 
 With the glory of her praife, think death no hazard, 
 In this enterprize. 
 
 ^«/.Mufick bring in our daughter, cioathed like a bride 
 For embracements, even ot fo-ve himfeU ; 
 At whofe conception, till Lucina reign'd, 
 Nature this dowry gave, to glad her prefence. 
 The Senate houfe o( Planets all did fit, 
 To knit in her their bell perfedlions. 
 
 E: ter eAntiochus Daughter. 
 
 Per. See where flie comes, apparell'd like the Spring, 
 Graces her fubjefts, and her thoughts the King, 
 Of every vertue gives renown to men: 
 Her face the book of praifes, where is read. 
 Nothing but curious pleafures as from thence, 
 Sorrow were ever rackt, and tefty wrath 
 Could never be her mild companion. 
 
 a You 
 
'Pericles 'Prince of Tyre. 
 
 you gods tlijt made me man, and fway in love, 
 That have inrijm'd dcfiie with in my breft , 
 To tafle the fruitc of' yon ccleftiall tree, 
 (Or die in the adventure )bc my htl(^es. 
 As I am fonnc and fervant to your will, 
 To compafle fuch a bondleHl; happinelTe. 
 
 y/nr/. Prince Perielti. 
 
 Per. That would be fonne to gre.it yint'wchus. 
 
 j4:ti. Before thee ftands this faire Ihijjcrides, 
 With golden t'ruitf,but dangerous to be toucht: 
 For death like Dragons here affright thee hard ? 
 Her face like heaven cnticeth thee to view 
 Her countlefle glory, which defcrt muft gaine: 
 And which without delert, becaufe thine eye 
 I'refumeG to reach, all the whole htape muft dye, 
 Yon fometimes famous Princes like thy felfc 
 Drawn by report, adventurous by defire, 
 Tell thee with I'pecchlelTe tongues, and lemblance pale, 
 That without covering fave yon field of ftarres , 
 Here they ftand martyrs fl.iine in Ciiphis warres : 
 And with dead cheeks advife the to defift. 
 For going on deaths net,whome none refift. 
 
 Per. Anticchus I thank thee, who hath taught 
 My frail mortality to know it fclfe. 
 And by thofe feaietuU obiefts to prepare 
 This body, like to them, to what I muft : 
 For death remembred,fli'juld be like a Myrrour, 
 Who tels us, life's but breath, to truftin error : 
 ]le make my will then, and as ficke men do, 
 Who know the world, fee heaven, but feeling woe , 
 Gripe not at earthly ioycs, as erft they did. 
 So I bequeath a happy peace to you 
 And all good men, as every prince ftiould do. 
 My riches to the earth from whence they came: 
 But my vnfpotted fire of Love to you. 
 Thus ready for the way of life or death, 
 I waite the fliarpeft blow I^Antkchus) 
 Scorning advice. Reade the condufion then, 
 ./^n/. Which read and not expounded, tis decreed 
 As these before thou thy lelfe ftialt bleed. 
 
 'Diiugh .Of all faid yet, thou prove profperous, 
 Of all laid yet, I wilhThee happineffe. 
 
 Per. Like a bold champion I alTume the liftes, 
 Nor aske advice of any other thought, 
 But faithfjUnelTe and courage. 
 
 The Riddle. 
 I am no V^iper, yet I feed 
 On moibersjifjh ■nhicb did me breeds 
 I fought a hujbund,in vfhich labour^ 
 I found that kjridne^e in a father. 
 Hee^s father, fcnne, and hujband milde, 
 I Mother, JVfe,and yet his child. 
 Horv they may ie,and yet in tiro, 
 Ai you will li-ve, refol-ve it you. 
 
 Sharp phyfick is the laft ? but O you Powers! 
 That gives heaven countlefte eyes to view mens a£les 
 Why could they not their fights perpetually? 
 ]f this be true, which makes me pale to read it, 
 Faire glafle of light, I loved you, and could ftill, 
 Were not this glorious Casket ftor'd with ill : 
 But 1 muft tell you, now my thoughts revolt, 
 for he's no man on whom perfedlions wait ; 
 That knowing linnc within, will touch the gate: 
 You are a fair Vyol, and your fence the ftrings, 
 
 Who finger'd to make man his lawful! mufick, 
 
 Would draw heaven down , and all the gods to hearken, 
 
 But being plaid upon before your time, 
 
 Hell only danceth atfo harfti a chime: 
 
 Good footh I care not for you. 
 
 yinti. Prince Pericles, touch not upon thy life, 
 For that's an Article within our Law, 
 As dangerous as the reft : your times expir'd, 
 Either expound now, or receive your fentence. 
 
 Ptri. Great King, 
 Few love to hear the fins they love to aft, 
 "Twould braid your felf too near for me to tell it: 
 Who hath a book of all that Monarchs do, 
 He's more fecure to keep it Ihut, then fhewn : 
 For vice repeated, is like the wandring wind, 
 Blows duft in others eyes, to fpread it felf; 
 And yet the end of all is bought thus dear. 
 The breath is gone, and the (ore eyes fee clear. 
 To ftop the aire would hurt them, the blind Mole caft 
 Copt hills toward heaven, to tell the earth is throng'd 
 By mans opprefllon, and the poor worme doth die for't. 
 Kings are earths Gods : in vice their law's their will. 
 And \( Joie ftray, who dares fay, Jo-ve doth ill. 
 It is enough you know it, and 'tis fit ; 
 What being more known, grows worfe to fmother it. 
 All love the womb that their Being bred. 
 Then give my tongue like leave to love my head. 
 
 Ant. Heaven that 1 had it ; he has found the meaning, 
 But I will gloze with him. Young Prince of Tyre, 
 Though by the tenour of our ftrift edift, 
 Your expofition mif-interpreting. 
 We might proceed to cancel off your daics ; 
 Yet hope, fucceeding from fo fair a tree. 
 As your fair felf, doth tune us otherwife : 
 Forty daies longer we do refpite you. 
 If by which time our fecret be undone. 
 This mercy fhews, we'll joy in fuch a fon : 
 And untiU then, your entertain fhall be 
 As doth befit our honour, and your worth. Exit, 
 
 Manet Pericles folus. 
 
 Per. How curtefie would feem to cover fin. 
 When what is done is like an hypocrite. 
 The which is good in nothing but in fight. 
 If it be true that I interpret falfe, 
 Then were it certain you were not fo bad, 
 As with the foul Inceft to abufe your foul : 
 Where now you'r both a father and a fon. 
 By your untimely clafpings with your child, 
 ( Which pleafures fits an husband, not a father) 
 And /he an eater of her mothers flefli, 
 By the defiling of her parents bed. 
 And both like fcrpents are, who though they feed 
 On fweeteft flowers, yet they poifon breed. 
 A'ticch farewell, for wifdome fees, thofe men 
 Blufti not in aftions blacker then the night. 
 Will flicw no courfe to keep them from the light : 
 One fin ( I know ) another doth provoke ; 
 Murder's as near to luft, as flame to fmoak. 
 Poyfon and treafon are the hands of fin, 
 I, and the Targets to put off the flume ; 
 Then leaft my life be cropt to keep you clear, 
 By flight rie fliun the danger which 1 fear. Exit. 
 
 Enter tAntiocltu. 
 Ai.ti, He hath found the meaning. 
 For which we mean to have his head. 
 
 He 
 
'Pericles 'Prince of Tyre. 
 
 He muft not live to trumpet forth my infamy, 
 Nor tell the world tAniiochus doth finne 
 In iuch a loathed manner. 
 And therefore inftantly this Prince muft die , 
 For by his fall my honour muft keep high. 
 Wiio attends us here ? 
 
 Enter Thaliard. 
 
 Thai. Doth your Highnefle call? 
 
 Ant'i. thaliard, you are of our Chamber, 
 And our mind pertakes her private a<flions 
 To your fecrefie ; and for your faithfulnefs 
 We will advance you, Thaliard. 
 Behold, here's poifon and here's gold, 
 We hate the Prince of 'Tjy'rf , and thou muft kill him. 
 It fits thee not to ask the reafon why : 
 Becaufe we bid it : fay, is it done .? 
 
 Thai, My Lord, 'tis done. 
 
 Enter a Mejfenger. 
 
 Ant. Encrugh, Let your breath cool your felf, telling 
 your hafte. 
 
 Me^. My Lord, Prince Tericles is fled. 
 
 A'^.t. As thou wilt ]ive,flye after; and as an arrow, 
 /hot from a well experient Archer, hits the mark his eye 
 doth level at : fo do thou never return, unlefs thou fay. 
 Prince Pericles is dead. 
 
 ThaM.y Lord, if I can get him within my piftols length, 
 rie make him fure enough : fo farewell to your Highnefs. 
 
 tAnti, Thaliard adieu, till Pericles be dead, 
 My heart can lend no fuccour to my head. Exit. 
 
 Enter Pericles, Hel/icania, with other Lords. 
 
 Per. Let none difturb us : 
 Why ihould this change of thoughts, 
 The fad companion dull-ey'd melanchoUy, 
 By me fo us'd. a gueft as not an hour, 
 In the dayes glorious v/alk or peacefull night, 
 The tombe where grief fhould fleep, can breed me quiet. 
 Here pleafures court mine eyes, and mine eyes Ihun them, 
 And danger which I fear'd, is at Antioch, 
 Whofe arme feems far too fhort to hit me here, 
 Yet neither pleafures art can joy my fpirits, 
 Nor yet the others diftince comfort me : 
 Then it is thus, that paffions of the mind. 
 That have their firft conception by mif-dread. 
 Have after nourifhment and life by care; 
 And what was firft but fear, what might be done, 
 Grows elder now, and cares it be not done. 
 And fo 'tis with me, the great Antiochtu, 
 'Gainft whom I am too little to contend, 
 Since he's fo great, can make his v.'ill his adl. 
 Will think me fpeaking, though Ifwear to filence. 
 Nor boots it me to fay I honour, 
 If he fufpe(fl I may diftionor him. 
 And what may make him blufti in being known. 
 He'll flop the courfe by which it might be known, 
 With hoftile forces he'll ore-fpread the Land, 
 And with the ftint of war will look fo huge. 
 Amazement fhall drive courage from the ftate : 
 Our men be vanquifh'd. ere they do refift, 
 And fubje£ts punifht, that never thought offence, 
 Which care of them, not pitty of my felf, 
 Who once no more but as the tops of trees. 
 Which fence the roots they grow by, and defend them, 
 
 Make both my body pine, and foul to langui/h. 
 And puni/h that before that he wnuld punirti. 
 
 1. Lord. Joy and all comfort in your facred brcaft. 
 
 2. Lord. And keep your mind till ye return to us 
 
 peacefull and comfortable. 
 Hell. Peace, peace, and give experience tongue: 
 They do abufe tlie King that flatter him. 
 For flattery is the bellows blows up fin, '^ 
 
 The thing the which is flattered, but a fpark, 
 To which that fpark gives heart and ftronger glowing ; 
 Whereas reproof obedient and in order. 
 Fits Kings as they are men, for they may erre. 
 When Signior Sooth here doth proclaim peace, 
 He flatters you, makes war upon your life. 
 Prince, pardon me, or ftrike me if you pleafe, 
 I cannot be much lower then my knees. 
 
 Per. All leave us elfe : but let your cares ore-look 
 What fhipping, and wliat ladings in our Haven, 
 And then return to us : Hcllicantu thou haft 
 Moov'd us: what feeft thou in our looks: 
 
 Hell. An angry brow, dread Lord. 
 
 Per. If there be fuch a dart in Princes frowns. 
 How durft thy tongue move anger to our face ? 
 
 Hell. How dares the planets look up unto heaven. 
 From whence they have their nourifhment ? 
 
 Per. Thou know'ft I have power to take thy life from 
 
 Hell. I have ground the axe my felf, (thee 
 
 Do you but ftrike the blow. 
 
 Per. Rife, prithee rife, fit down, thou art no flatterer, 
 I thank thee for it, and heaven forbid, 
 That Kings fhould let their ears hear their faults hid. 
 Fit Councellor, and fervant for a Prince, 
 Who by thy wifdome makes a Prince thy fervant, 
 What would'ft thou have me do : 
 
 Hell. To bear with patience fuch griefs. 
 As you your felf do lay upon your felf. 
 
 Per, Thou fpeak'ft like a Phyfitian, Hellicanus, 
 That minifter'sa potion unto me. 
 That thou would'ft tremble to receive thy felf. 
 Attend me then ; I went to Antioch, 
 Whereas thou know'ft ( agiinft the face of death ) 
 I fought the purchafe of a glorious beauty. 
 From whence an iffue I might propigate. 
 Are armes to Princes, and bring joyes to Subjeds. 
 Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder, 
 The reft ( hark in thine ear ) as black as inceft, 
 Which by my knowledge found, the finfull father, 
 Seem'd not to ftrike, but fmooth : But thou know'ft this, 
 'Tis time to fear, when tyrants feem to kifs. 
 Which fear fo grew in me, I hither fled. 
 Under the covering of a carefull night. 
 Who feem'd my good Proteftor : and being here. 
 Bethought what was paft, what might fucceed ; 
 I knew him tyrannous, and tyrants fear 
 Decreafe not, but grow fafter then the years: 
 And ftiould he think, as no doubt he doth, 
 That I fhould open to the liftening air. 
 How many worthy Princes bloud were /hed, 
 To keep his bed of blacknefs unlaid ope. 
 To lop that doubt, he'll fill this Land with armes, 
 And make pretence of wrong that I have done him, 
 When all for mine, if I may call offence, 
 Muft feel warrs blow, who fears not innocence : 
 Which love to all, of which thy felf art one. 
 Who now reproved'ft me for it. 
 
 Hell. Alas, fir. 
 
 a 2 Per. 
 
'■Pericles Prince of Tyre. 
 
 Per.Drcw deep out of mine eyes, bloud from my cheeks, 
 Mufings into my mind, with a thouiand doubts 
 How I might ftop their temped ere it came, 
 And finding little comfort to relieve them, 
 I thought it princely charity to grieve for them. 
 
 Hcli. Well, my Lord,fincc you have given me leave to 
 Freely will I fpcak. jintiochtu you fear, ( fpeak, 
 
 And jufVIy too I think you fear the tyrant. 
 Who either by publick war or private treafon. 
 Will take away your life : therefore, my Lord, go travel 
 for a while, till that his rage and anger be forgot; or till 
 the Deftinies do cut the thred of his life : your Rule di- 
 redl to any, if unto me, day ferves not light more faith- 
 full then I'le be. 
 
 Ptr. I do not doubt thy faith, 
 But fliould he wrong my liberties in my abfence ? 
 
 Hell. We'll mingle our blouds together in the earth, 
 From whence we had our being, and our birth. 
 
 Per. Tyre, 1 now look from thee then, and to Tharjus 
 Intend my travel, where Tie hear from thee ; 
 And by whofe Letters Tie difpofe my felf. 
 The care I had and have of Subjects good. 
 On thee I lay, whofe wifdomes ftrength can bear it, 
 rie take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath. 
 Who fliuns not to break one, will fure crack both : 
 But in our orbes we live fo round and fafe. 
 That time of both this truth fliall nere convince, 
 Thou flieweft a fubjedts Hiine, I a true Prince. 
 
 Enter Thaliard falu6. 
 
 Thai, So, this is Tyre, and this is the Court, here muft 
 I kill King Pericles, and if I do it not, I am fure to be 
 hang'd at home : it is dangerous. 
 
 Well, I perceive he was a wife fellow, and had good 
 difcretion , that being bid to ask what he would of the 
 King, defired he might know none of his fecrets. Now do 
 I fee he had fome reafon for it : for if a King bid a man 
 be a villain, he is bound by the indenture of his oath to be 
 one. 
 
 Huftjt, here comes the Loads of T)""^* 
 
 Enter Hellicanus, Ef canes, vritb other 
 Lords of Tyre. 
 
 Hell. You /hall not need my fellow-Peers of Tyre, 
 further to queftion me of your Kings departure. His feal- 
 ed Commiflion left in truft with me, doth fpeak fuffi- 
 ciently, he's gone to travel. 
 
 Thai. How the King gone ? 
 
 Hell. If further yet you will be fatisfied , why (as it 
 were unlicenc'd of your loves ) he would depart.' I'le give 
 fome light unto you : Being at tAnt'ioch. 
 
 Thai. What from ^ntioch ? 
 
 Hell. Royal Antiochtu ( on what caufe I know not ) 
 took fome difpleafure at him , at leaft he judged fo : and 
 doubting that he had erred or finned, to fhcw his forrow, 
 he would corredt himfclf j fo puts himfelf unto the fliip- 
 mans toy 1, with whom each minute threatens life or death. 
 
 Thai. Well, I perceive I /hall not be hanged now, 
 although I would j but fince he's gone, the Kings Seas 
 muft pleafe : he fcapte the Land, to peri/h at the Sea : I'le 
 prefent my felf. Peace to the Lords of Tyre. 
 
 Hell. Lord Thaliard from Anthchus is welcome. 
 
 Thai. From him I come with meflage unto Princely 
 Pericles ; but fince my landing I have underftood , your 
 Lord hath betook himfelf to unknown travels, my mef- 
 
 fage muft return from whence it came. 
 
 Hell. We have no reafon to defire it, commended to 
 our Mafter,not to us; yet ere you /hall depart, this we de- 
 fire as friends to Antioch, we may feaft in Tyre. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Clean the Go-vernor of Tharjus, vitb 
 his irife and others. 
 
 Clcon. My THonifia, /hall we reft us here, 
 And by relating tales of others griefs. 
 See if 'twill teach us to forget our own? 
 
 Dion. That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it, 
 For who digs hills becaufe they do afpirc. 
 Throws down one Mountain to caft up a higher : 
 O my diftrefled Lord, even fuch our griefs are, 
 Here they are but felt, and feen with mifchiefs eyes, 
 But like to groves being topt, they higher rife. 
 
 Clean. O Dianifia, 
 Who wanteth food, and will not fay he wants it. 
 Or can conceal his hunger till he fami/h ? 
 Our tongues and forrowes do found deep : 
 Our woes into the air, our eyes to weep. 
 Till tongues fetch breath that may proclaim 
 Them louder, that if heaven /lumber, while 
 Their creatures want, they may awake 
 Their helpers, to comfort them, 
 rie then difcourfe our woes felt feveral years. 
 And wanting breath to fpeak, help me with tears. 
 "Dion, rie do my beft, fir. 
 
 Cle. This Tharjus, ore which I have the government, 
 A City, on whom plenty held full hand,- 
 For riches ftrew'd her felf even in the ftreets, 
 Whofe towers bore heads fo high, they kift the clouds. 
 And ftrangers nere beheld, but wonder'd at, 
 Whofe men and dames lo jetted and adorn'd, 
 Like one anothers glaffe to trim them by : 
 Their tables were ftor'd full, to glad the fight. 
 And not fo much to feed on, as delight. 
 All poverty was fcorn'd and pride fo great. 
 The name of help grew odious to repeat. 
 Dion. Oh 'tis true. 
 
 Clean. But /ee what heaven can do by this our change: 
 Thefe mouths, who but of late, earth, fea, and ayre, 
 Were all too little to content and pleafe, 
 Although they gave their creatures in abundance : 
 As houfes are defil'd for want of ufe, 
 They are now ftarv'd for want of exercife ; 
 Thofe pallats, who, not yet to favers younger, 
 Muft have inventions to delight the tafte. 
 Would now be glad of bread, and beg for it : 
 Thefe mothers who to nouzle up their babes. 
 Thought nought too curious, are ready now 
 To eat thofe little darlings whom they loved. 
 So /harp are hungers teeth, that man and wife. 
 Draw lots who firft /hall die to lengthen life. 
 Here ftands a Lord, and there a Lady weeping. 
 Here many fink, yet thofe which fee them fill. 
 Have fcarce ftrength left to give them burial. 
 Is not this true ? 
 
 Dion. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witne/Te it. 
 Clean. O let thofe Cities that of plenties cup, 
 And her profperities fo largely tafte. 
 With their fuperfluous ryots hear thefe tears, 
 The mifery of Tharjus may be theirs. 
 Enter a Lard. 
 Lord. Where's the Lord Governor ? 
 
 Clean. 
 
'Pericles Prince of Tyre. 
 
 C/eon.Here, fpeak out thy forrows, which thou brlng'ft 
 in hafte, for comfort is too far for us to cxpeft. 
 
 Lord. We have dcfcricd upon our neiglibouring fliore, 
 A portly fail of fhips make hitherward. 
 
 Clean. I thought as much. 
 One forrow never comes but brings an heir, 
 That may fucceed as his inheritour : 
 And fo in ours; fome neighbouring Nation, 
 Taking advantage of our mifery. 
 That ftuft the hollow veffels with their power, 
 To beat us down, the which are down already. 
 And make a conqueft of unhappy me, 
 Whereas no glory is got to overcome. 
 
 Lord. That's the leaft fear. 
 For by the femblance of tlieir flags difplaid, they bring 
 us peace, and come to us as favourers, not as foes. 
 
 Clean, Thou fpeak'ft like hymnes untuter'd to repeat, 
 Who mak^es the faireji Jhetv, means moji deceit. 
 But bring they what they will, and what they can, 
 What need we fear, the ground's the lovveft. 
 And we are half way there : Go tell their General we at- 
 tend him here, to know for what he comes, and whence 
 he comes, and what he craves. 
 
 Lord. I go, my Lord. 
 
 Clean. Welcome is peace, if he on peace confift ; 
 If warrs, we are unable to relift. 
 
 Enter Pericles trith attendants. 
 
 Per. Lord Governor, for fo we hear you are, 
 Let not our ihips and number of our men, 
 Be like a Beacon fired, to amaze your eyes, 
 We have heard your miferies as far as "Tyre, 
 And feen the defolation of your ftreets ; 
 Nor come we to adde forrow to your tears, 
 But to releafe them of their heavy load, 
 And thefe our fhips, you happily may think 
 Are like the Trojan horfe, was ftuft within 
 With bloudy veins expefting overthrow. 
 Are ftor'd with corn, to make your needy bread. 
 And give them life, whom hunger ftarv'd half dead. 
 
 Omnes. The gods of Greece protedl you. 
 And we'll pray for you. 
 
 Per. Arife, I pray you,arife; we do not look for reve- 
 rence , but for love, and harbourage for our felf, our fhips, 
 and men. 
 
 Clean. The which when any fhall not gratifie, 
 Or pay you with unthankfulneffe in thought, 
 Be it our wives, our children or our felves, 
 The curfe of heaven and men fucceed their evils: 
 Till when, the which (I hope) fhall ne're be feen, 
 Your Grace is welcome to our Town and us. 
 
 Per. Which welcome we'll accept , feaft here a while, 
 Untill our ftars that frown, lend us a fmile. Exeunt. 
 
 ABus Secundus. 
 
 Enter Gower. 
 Gower. Here ha-ve you feen a mighty King 
 His child., I rvis , to inceji bring : 
 yi better Prince and benigne Lord, 
 That trill prove arrfull both in deed and tvord. 
 Be quiet then, as men Jhauld he. 
 Till he hath paji necejjity : 
 riejhitv you thoje in troubles reigne. 
 Loafing a myte, a Mountain gain ; 
 The good in converjation^ 
 
 To vrhom I gizie my benizon. 
 Is Jlill at Tharfus, n-here each man 
 Thinl^s all is writ he fpol^n can : 
 And to remember -what he does. 
 Build his Statue to mal^ him glorious : 
 But tydings to the contrary, 
 Are brought t^ your eyes, what need fpcal^ I. 
 Dumbjhorv. 
 
 Enter at one dooor Pericles talking with Clean, all the 
 Train with them. Enter at another door,a Gentleman with 
 a letter to Pericles; Pericles /hews the letter to Clean, Pe- 
 ricles gives the MelTenger a reward, and Knights him. 
 
 Exit Pericles at one door, and Clean at another. 
 Qood Hellican that Jiaid at home, 
 Not to eat hony li/(e a Drone, 
 From others labours ; for though he Jl rive 
 To \illen bad, l^ep good alive : 
 And to fulfill his Trinces defire, 
 Sav'd one of all that haps in Tyre : 
 Hon Thaliard came full bent withfiny 
 And had intent to murder him ; 
 And that in Tharfus was not beB, 
 Longer for him to mal^e his reE : 
 He doing fo, put forth to Seas, 
 IVhere when men Bin, there's feldome eafe, 
 For now the wind begins to blow, 
 Thunder above, and deeps below. 
 Maizes fuch unquiet, that the fhip 
 Should houfe him jafe , is wracl^t andfplity 
 And he ( good Prince ) having all lofi. 
 By waves, from coafl to caaflis toB : 
 tAll perijhen of man, of pelf , 
 Ne ought efcapend but himfelf; 
 Till fortune tired with doing bad, 
 Threw him afhare to give him glad : 
 And here he comes ; what fhall be next. 
 Pardon old Gower, thus longs the Text. 
 Enter Pericles wet. 
 
 Per. Yet ceafe your ire, you angry Stars of heaven. 
 Wind, Rain, and Thunder: Remember earthly man 
 Is but a fubflance that muft yield to you : 
 And I ( as fits my nature ) do obey you, 
 Alas, the Seas hath caft me on the Rocks, 
 Wafht me from fhore to fhore, and left my breath 
 Nothing to think on, butenfuing death : 
 Let it fufljce the greatneffe of your powers. 
 To have bereft a Prince of all his fortunes. 
 And having thrown him from your watry grave, 
 Here to have death in peace, is all he'll crave. 
 Enter three Fifhermen. 
 
 1. What, to pelch ? 
 
 2. Ha, come and bring away the Nets. 
 I. What patch-breech, I fay. 
 
 3. What fay you. Matter ? 
 
 I. Look how thou ftirreft now. 
 Come away, or I'le fetch thee with a wannion, 
 
 3. Faith Mafter, I am thinking of the poor men 
 That were caft away before us, even now. 
 
 1. Alas poor fouls, it grieved my heart to hear 
 What pittifull cries they made to us, to help them, 
 When ( welladay ) we could fcarcely help our felves. 
 
 3. Nay Mafter, faid not I as much, 
 When I law the Porpas how he bounft and tumbled ? 
 They fay, they are half fifti, half flefti : 
 A plague on them, they ne're come but I look to be waflit. 
 Matter, I marvel how the fillies live in the Sea } 
 
 33 I. Why 
 
'Pericles 'Prince of Tyre. 
 
 1. Why as men do a Land, 
 
 The great ones eat up the little ones: 
 
 I can compare our rich Mifers, to nothing fo fitly 
 
 As to a Whale ; he piaies and tumbles, 
 
 Driving the poor Fry before him, 
 
 And at laft devour them all at a mouthfull. 
 
 Such Whales have I heard on a'th land, 
 
 Who never leave g-iping, till they fwallowed 
 
 The whole Parifh, Church, Steeple, Bells and all. 
 
 Per. A pretty Moral. 
 
 3. But Mafter, if I had been the Sexton, 
 I would have been that day in the Belfrey. 
 
 2. Why man ? 
 
 3. Becaufe he fhould have fwallowed me too, 
 And when I had been in his belly, 
 
 I would have kept fuch a jangling of the bells. 
 That lie /hould never have left, 
 
 Till he cart Bells, Steeple, Church and Parifh up again : 
 But if the good King Simonides were of my mind, 
 
 Per. Simonides ? 
 
 3. We would purge the Land of thefe Drones, 
 That rob the Bee of her honny. 
 
 Per. How from the fenny fubjeft of the fea 
 Thefe fidiers tell the infirmities of men, 
 And from their watry Empire recolleifl, ' 
 All that miy men approve, or men dete£l. 
 Peace be at your labour, honeft fifhermen. 
 
 2.Honeft,good fellow, what's that, if it be a day fits you, 
 Search out of the Kalendcr, and no body look after it? 
 
 Per. Y'may fee the fea hath caft me upon your coaft. 
 
 2. What a drunken knave was the fea. 
 To caft thee in our way. 
 
 Ptr. A man whom both the waters and the wind. 
 In that vaft Tennis-Court, hath made the Ball 
 For them to play upon, intreats you pitty him : 
 He asks of you, that never us'd to beg. 
 
 1. No friend, cannot you beg ? 
 Here's them in our Country of Qreece, 
 
 Gets more with begging, then we can do with working. 
 
 2. Canft thou catch any Fiflies then? 
 Per. 1 never praftis'd it. 
 
 2. Nay then thou wilt ftarve fure ; for here's nothing 
 to be got novv-a-daies, unlefle thou cinft firti for't. 
 
 Per. What 1 have been, I have forgot to know ; 
 But what 1 am, want teaches me to think on : 
 A man throng'd up with cold, my veins are chill, 
 And have no more of life, then may fuffice 
 To give my tongue that heat to ask your help : 
 Which if you (hall refufe, when I am dead, 
 For that I am a man, pray fee me buried. 
 
 1, Die ke-tha, now gods forbid, I have a gown here, 
 come put it on, keep thee warme : now afore me a hand- 
 fome fellow : Come, thou fhilt go home , and we'll have 
 flcfti for all day, fi/h for fafting dayes and more; or Pud- 
 dings and Flap-jacks, and thou fh.ilt be welcome. 
 
 Per. I thank you, fir. 
 
 2. Hark you, my friend. You faid you could not beg. 
 Per. J did but crave. 
 
 2. But crave ? then I'lc turn craver too, 
 And fo 1 rtjall fcapc whipping. 
 
 Per. Why, are all your beggers whipt then ? 
 
 2. Oh not all, my friend, not all : for if all your beg- 
 gers were whipt. 1 would wifh no better office, then to be 
 Ik-adle. But Mafter, I'lc go draw the Net. 
 
 Per. How well this honeft mirth becomes their labour? 
 
 I. Hark you, fir, do you know where ye are ? 
 
 Per, Not well. 
 
 I. I tell you, this is called Pantapolis, 
 And our King, the good Symonides. 
 
 Per. The good King Symonida, do you call him : 
 
 I. I fir, and he delerves fo to be call'd. 
 For his peaceable reigne, and good government. 
 
 Per. He is a happy King, fince he gains trom 
 His Subjefts, the name of good, by his government. 
 How far is his Court diftant from this ftiore ? 
 
 1. Marry, fir, half a daies journey : and I'le tell you, he 
 hath a fair daughter, and to morrow is her birth-day, and 
 there are Princes and Knights come from all parts of the 
 world, to Juft and Turney for her love. 
 
 Per. Were my fortunes equal to my defires, 
 I could wifh to make one there. 
 
 2. O fir, things muft be as they may: and what a man 
 Cannot get, he may lawfully deal for his wives foul. 
 
 Enter the t^vo Fijher-mcn, drarrirg up a Net. 
 
 2. Help, Mafter, help, here's a fiftj hangs in the Net, like 
 a poor mans right in the law, 'twill hardly come out. Ha 
 bots on't, 'tis come at laft,and 'tis turned to a rufty Armor. 
 
 Per. An Armor, friends, I pray you let me fee it. 
 Thanks Fortune, yet that after all croftes, 
 Thou giveft me fomewhat to repair my felf: 
 And though it was mine own part of mine heritage, 
 Which my dead father did bequeath to me, 
 With this ftridl charge, even as he left his life : 
 Keep it, my Pericles, it hath been a ftiield 
 'Twixt me and death ; and pointed to this Brayfe: 
 For that it faved me ; keep it in like necellity : 
 The which the gods protedl thee, Fame may defend thee. 
 It kept where I kept, I fo dearly loved it. 
 Till the rough Seas ( that fpares not any man ) 
 Took it in rage, though calm'd hath given't again: 
 I thank thee for't, my ftiipwrack now's no ill, 
 Since I have here my fathers gift in's will. 
 
 I. What mean you, fir ? 
 
 Per. To beg of you ( kind friends) this coat of worth, 
 For it was fometime Target to a King, 
 I know it by this mark : he loved me dearly, 
 And for his fake, I wi/h the having of it : 
 And that you'd guide me to your Soveraigns Court, 
 Where with it I may appear a Gentleman : 
 And if that ever my low fortune's better, 
 I'le pay your bounties; till then reft your dcbter. 
 
 I. Why, wilt thou turney for the Lady? 
 
 Per. I'le ftiew the vertue 1 have born in Armcs. 
 
 1. Why take it, and the gods give thee good an't. 
 
 2. But hark you, my friend, 'twas we that made up this 
 garment through the rough fcams of the waters : there are 
 certain condolements , certain vails; I hope, fir, if you 
 thrive, you'll remember from whence you had them. 
 
 Per. Believe it I will: 
 By your furtherance I am cloathed in Steel, 
 And fpight of all the rupture of the fea. 
 This Jewell holds his building on my arme: 
 Unto thy value I will mount my felf. 
 Upon a Courfer, whofe dclightfull fteps, 
 Shall make the gazer joy to iee him tread ; 
 Only(niy friend)! yet am unprovided of a payre of Bafes. 
 
 2. We'll fure provide, thou fhalt have 
 My beft gown to make thee a pair ; 
 And I'le bring thee to the Court my felf. 
 
 Per. Then honour be but a Goal to my will, 
 This day I'le rife, or elfe adde ill to ill. 
 
 Enter 
 
Pericles Prince of Tyre. 
 
 7 
 
 Enter Simonides velth attendants, and Tbjifj. 
 
 Are the Knights ready to begin the Triumph ? 
 
 I. Lord. They are, my Liege, and ftay your comming, 
 To prclcnt themfelvcs. 
 
 King. Return them ; we are ready, and our Daughter 
 In honour of whofe birth, thefe triumphs are, (here. 
 
 Sits here like beauties child, whom Nature gat, 
 For men to lee, and feeing wonder at. 
 
 Thai. It pleafeth you (my royall father) to exprelTc 
 My commendations great, whole merit's lefle. 
 
 King. It's fit it Ihould be fo ; for Princes are 
 A modcll which heaven makes like it felf ; 
 As Jewels lole their glory, if negledled. 
 So Princes their Renownes, if not refpefted. 
 'Tis now your honour (Daughter) to entertain 
 The labour of e^ch Knight, in his device. 
 
 'Thai. Which to preierve mine honour, I'le perform. 
 The frji Knight pajfes by. 
 
 King. Who is the firft, that doth preferre himfelf ? 
 
 Thai. A Knight of Sparta (my renowned Father) 
 And the device he beares upon his fhield. 
 Is a black ^thiope reaching at the Sun ; 
 The word ; Lux tua -vita mi hi. 
 
 King. He loves you well, that holds his life of you. 
 The fecond Knight. 
 Who is the fecond, that prefents himfelf .^^ 
 
 Tha. A Prince o( Macedon (my royall Father) 
 And the device he beares upon his Shield, 
 Is an armed Knight, that's conquer'd by a Lady. 
 The Motto thus in Spanifh. Pue Per doleera kee per forfa. 
 The third Knight. 
 
 King. And what's the third ? 
 
 Thai. The third oi Aiuioch; and his device 
 A wreathe of Chivalry: the word, Me Pompey frovexlt 
 The fourth Knight. {apex. 
 
 King. What is the fourth .? 
 
 Thai. A burning Torch that's turn'd upfide down ; 
 The word, Q_ui me a/it me extinguit. 
 
 King. Wliich Ihewes that beauty hath his power and 
 Which can as well enflame, as it can kill. (will. 
 
 The fifth Knight. 
 
 Thai. The fifth, an hand environed with clouds, 
 Holding out gold, that's by the touch-ftone tri'd : 
 The Motto thus : Sic fpe^anda fides. 
 The fixth Knight. 
 
 King. And what's the fixth and laft, the which the 
 Knight himfelf with fuch a gracefuU courtefie deliverd ? 
 
 Thai. He ieems to be a ftranger : but his Prefent is 
 A withered Branch, that's onely green at top ; 
 The Motto, /;; hac fpe -vi-vo. 
 
 King. A pretty morall ; from the dtjefted ftate 
 wherein he is, he hopes by you his fortunes yet may 
 flourifh. 
 
 1. Lord. He had need mean better then his outward 
 rtiew can any way fpeak in his juft commend : For by 
 his rufty out-fide, he appeares to have pradlifcd more the 
 Whipftock, then the Lance. 
 
 2. Lord. He well may be a ftranger, for he comes to 
 an honour'd triumph ftrangely furnilht. 
 
 2- Lord. And on fet purpofe let his armour ruft 
 Untill this day, to fcowre it in the duft. 
 
 King. Opinion's but a foole, that make us fcan 
 The outward habit by the inward man. 
 But ftay, the Knights are comming, 
 We will withdraw into the Gallery. 
 
 Great Jhouts, and all cry, the mean Knight. 
 
 Enter the King and Knights from Tilting. 
 
 AT/'w^. Knights, to fay you're welcome, were fuperfluous. 
 I place upon the volume of your deeds. 
 As in a Title page, your worth in armes. 
 Were more then you expeft, or more then's fit, 
 Since every worth in fhew commends it felf: 
 Prepare for mirth, for mirth comes at a feaft. 
 You are Princes, and my guefts. 
 
 Thai. But you, my Knight and gueft, 
 To whom this wreathe of victory I give. 
 And Crown you King of this dayes happinefle. 
 
 Tcr. 'Tis more by fortune (Lady) then by merit. 
 
 King. Call it by what you will, the day is yours, 
 And here, I liope, is none that envies it : 
 In framing an Artift, Art hath thus decreed. 
 To make fome good, but others to exceed, 
 And you her labour'd Schollar : come, Queen oth' Feaft, 
 For (Daughter) fo you are, here take your place : 
 Martiall the reft, as they deferve their grace. 
 
 Knighls. We are honoured much by good Symonides. 
 
 King. Your prefence glads our dayes, honour we love, 
 For who hates honour, hates the gods above. 
 
 Marfh. Sir, yonder is your place. 
 
 Per. Some other is more fit. 
 
 I. Knight. Contend not, fir, for we are Gentlemen, 
 That neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes, 
 Envy the great, nor doe the low defpife. 
 
 Per. You are right courteous Knights. 
 
 King. Sit, fit, fit. 
 
 By Jo've (I wonder) that is King of thoughts, 
 Thefe Gates refift me, he not thought upon. 
 
 Thai. By Juno (that is Queen of Marriage) • 
 All Viands that I eat doe feem unfavoury, 
 Wiftiing him my meat : fure he's a gallant Gentleman. 
 
 King.Wt'i but a country gentleman : has done no more 
 Then other Knights have dona, has broken a ftaffe, 
 Or fo ; let it pafle. 
 
 Thai. To me he feems a Diamond to GlafTe. 
 
 Per. Yon King's to me, like to my Father's pidure, 
 Which tells me in that glory once he was. 
 And Princes fat like ftarres about his Throne, 
 And he the Sun, for them to reverence ; 
 None that beheld him, but like leiTer lights, 
 Did vaile their Crowns to his fupreamacy ; 
 Where now his Son, like a Glo-worm in the niglit. 
 The which hath fire in darkneffe none in light: 
 Whereby I fee that Time's the King of men, 
 For he's their Parents, and he is their grave, 
 And gives them what he will, not what they crave. 
 
 King. What, are you merry. Knights? 
 
 Knights. Who can be other in this royall prefence ? 
 
 King. Here, with a cup that's ftirr'd unto the brimme. 
 As you doe love, fill to your Miftrefl'e lips. 
 We drink this health to you. 
 
 Knights. We thank your Grace. 
 
 King, Yet pawfe a while ; yon Knight doth fit too me- 
 As if the entertainment in our Court, (lanchoUy, 
 
 Had not a ftiew might countervaile his worth : 
 Note it not you, Thaifa ; 
 
 Thai. What is't to me, my Father ? 
 
 King. O, attend, my Daughter, 
 Princes in this, ftould live like gods above. 
 Who freely give to every one that come to honour them : 
 ."^nd Princes not doing fo, are like to Gnats, 
 Which make a found, but kill'd, are wondred at : 
 Therefore to make his entrance now more fweet, 
 
 Here, 
 
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 'Pericles 'Prince of Tyre, 
 
 Here, fay we drink this (landing bowle of wine to him. 
 
 Thai. AlalTe, my Father, it befits not mc, 
 Unto a ftranger Knight to be fo bold, 
 He may my proffer take for an offence. 
 Since men take womens gifts lor impudence. 
 
 Kin^. How ? doe as I bid you, or you'll move mc elfe. 
 
 fbai. Now by the gods, he could not pleafe me better. 
 
 King. And furthermore tell him, we dcfire to know of 
 Of whence he is, his nam.c and Parentage. (him, 
 
 Thai. The King my Father (fir) hath drunk to you. 
 
 Per. I thank him. 
 
 Thai. Wi/hing it fo much blood unto your life. 
 
 Per. I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely. 
 
 Thai. And further, he defires to know of you, 
 Of whence you are, your name and parentage. 
 
 Per. A Gentleman of Tyre, my name Pcric/esy 
 My education been in Arts and Armes. 
 Who looking for adventures in the world. 
 Was by the rough Seas reft of fhips and men. 
 And after (liip-wrack, driven upon this /hore. 
 
 Thai. He thanks your Grace; names hi mfe If P^r;V/«, 
 A Gentleman of Tyre, who only by misfortune of the feas, 
 Bereft of fliips and men, caft on the fhore. 
 
 King. Now by the gods, I pitty his misfortune, 
 And will awake him from his melancholly. 
 Come, Gentlemen, we fit too long on trifles. 
 And wafte the time, which looks for other revels. 
 Even in your armours as you are addrclt, 
 Will very well become a Souldiers dance: 
 I will not have excufe, with faying that 
 Loud Mufick is too harih for Ladies heads, 
 Since they love men in Armes, as well as beds. 
 
 They Dance. 
 So, this was well ask'd, 'twas well perform'd. 
 Come, fir, here's a Lady that wants breathing too : 
 And I have heard, you Knights of Tyre, 
 Are excellent in making Ladies trip. 
 And that their meafures are as excellent. 
 
 Per. In thofe that pradlife them, they are (my Lord.) 
 
 Kirg. Oh that's a3 much, as you would be deny'd 
 Of your fair courtefie : unclafpe, unclafpe. 
 
 They Dance. 
 Thanks, Gentlemen, to all ; all have done well. 
 But you the beft : Pages and lights, to condu(ft 
 Thefe Knights unto their feverall Lodgings : 
 Yours, fir, we have given order to be next our own. 
 
 Per. I am at your Graces pleafure, 
 
 King. Princes, it is too late to talk of love, 
 And that's the marke I know you levell at : 
 Therefore each one betake him to his reft. 
 To morrow, all for fpeeding doe their beft. 
 Enter Hetlicaniu, and EJcane:. 
 
 Hell. No, EJcanes, know this of me, 
 eAntiochm from inceft liv'd not free : 
 For which, the moft high gods not minding 
 Longer to with-hold the vengeance that 
 They had in ftorc, due to his hainous 
 Capitall offence ; even in the height and pride 
 Of all his glory, when he was feated in 
 A Chariot of an ineftimable value, and his Daughter 
 With him ; a fire from heaven came and fhrivel'd 
 Up thofe bodies, even to loathing, for they fo ftunk, 
 That all thofe eyes ador'd them, ere their fall, 
 Scorn now their hand (hould give them buriall. 
 
 EJcanes. It was very ftrangc. (great, 
 
 liell. And yet but juftice ; for though this King were 
 
 His greatnefle was no guard to barre heavens fliaft. 
 By iin had his reward. 
 Ejcan. Tis very true. 
 
 Enter ixro or three Lordi. 
 
 1. Lord. See, not a man in private conference, 
 Or counfell, hath refpedt with him but he. 
 
 2. Lord. It fhall no longer grieve without reproof. 
 
 3. Lord. And curft be he that will not fecond it. 
 
 I. Lord. Follow me then: Lord HeUicane , a word. 
 
 Hell. With me ? and welcome, happy day, my Lords. 
 
 1. Lord. Know that our griefs are rifen to the top. 
 And now at length they over-flow their banks. 
 
 Hell. Your griefs, for what .'' 
 Wrong not your Prince you love. 
 
 \.Lord. Wrong not your felf then, noble HelUcan, 
 But if the Prince doe live, let us falute him. 
 Or know what ground's made happy by his breath : 
 If in the world he live, we'll feek him out: 
 If in his grave he reft, we'll find him there, 
 And be refolv'd, he lives to govern us : 
 Or dead, give's caufe to mourn his Funerall, 
 And leave us to our free Eledtion. 
 
 a.Lor.Whofe death indeed, the ftrongeft in our cenfuie, 
 And knowing this Kingdome is without a head, 
 Like goodly buildings left without a Roof, 
 Soon fall to ruine : your noble felf. 
 That beft knowes how to rule, and how to reign. 
 We thus fubmit unto our Soveraign. 
 
 Omnci. Live, noble Hellican. 
 
 Hell. Try honours caufe ; forbear your fuffrages : 
 If that you love Prince Pericles, forbear, 
 (Take I your wifh, I leap into the Seas, 
 Where's hourely trouble, for a minutes eafe) 
 A twelve-moneth longer, let me entreat you 
 To forbear the abfence of your King ; 
 If in which time expir'd, he not return, 
 I fhall with aged patience bear your yoke. 
 But if I cannot win you to this love, 
 Go fearch like Nobles, like noble Subje<fls, 
 And in your fearch, fpend your adventurous worth, 
 Whom it you finde, and winne unto return. 
 You fhall like Diamonds fit about his Crown. 
 
 i.Lord. To wifedome, he's a foole that will not yield, 
 And fince Lord Hellican enjoyneth us. 
 We with our travels will endeavour. 
 
 Hell. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clafp hands, 
 When Peeres thus knit, a Kingdome ever ftands. Exit. 
 Enter the King reading of a Letter, at one door, 
 and the Knights meet him. 
 
 1. Knight. Good morrow to the good Simoiiides. 
 King. Knights, from my Daughter this I let you know. 
 
 That for this twelve-moneth, fhe'U not undertake 
 
 A married life : her reafon to her felf is onely known. 
 
 Which yet from her by no meanes can I get. 
 
 2. Knight. May we not get acceffe to her (my Lord) 
 King. Faith, by no meanes, fhe hath fo ftridlly 
 
 Ti'd her to her Chamber, that 'tis impolTible : 
 One twelve Moons more flic'll wear 'Dianaes livery : 
 This by the eye of Cynthia hath ihe vowed, 
 And on her Virgin honour will not break. 
 
 "^.Knig. Loth to bid farewell, we take our leaves. Exit. 
 
 King. So, they are well difpatcht, 
 Now to my daughters Letter ; flie tells me here, 
 She'll wed the ftranger Knight, 
 Or never more to view nor day nor light. 
 'Tis well, Miftris, your choyce agrees with mine, 
 
'Pericles 'Prince of Tyre. 
 
 I like that well : nay how abfolute flie's in't, 
 
 Not minding whether I dilVike or no. 
 
 Well, I doe commend her choyce, and will no longer 
 
 Have it be delayed : foft, here he comes, 
 
 I muft diflemble it. 
 
 Enter Pericles. 
 
 Per. All fortune to the good Simonides. 
 
 King. To you as much : Sir, I am beholding to you, 
 For your fweet mufick this laft night : 
 I doe proteft, my eares were never better kd 
 With fuch delightfuU pleafing harmony. 
 
 Per. It is your Graces pleafure to commend, 
 Not my defert. 
 
 King. Sir, you are Muficks mafter. 
 
 Ter. The worft of all her Schollars(my good Lord) 
 
 King. Let me aske you one thing. 
 What doe you think of my Daughter, fir? 
 
 Ter. A moft virtuous PrincefTe. 
 
 King. And /he's fair too, is fhe not? 
 
 Per. As a fair day in Summer : wondrous fair. 
 
 King. Sir, my Daughter thinks very well of you, 
 I, fo well, that you muft: be her Mafter, 
 And {he. will be your SchoUar ; therefore look to it. 
 
 Per. I am unworthy to be her Schoolmafter. 
 
 King. She thinks not fo, perufe this writing elfe. 
 
 P^r. What's here, a Letter, that fhe loves the Knight of 
 'Tis the King's fubtilty to have my life : (Tyre ? 
 
 Oh feek not to intrap me, gracious Lord, 
 A ftranger and diftreffed Gentleman, 
 That never aim'd fo high to love your Daughter, 
 But bent all offices to honour her. 
 
 King. T.hou haft bewitcht my Daughter, 
 And thou art a Villain. 
 
 Per. By the gods I have not; never did thought 
 Of mine levy offence ; nor never did my adtions 
 Yet commence, a deed might gain her love. 
 Or your dlfpleafure. 
 
 King. Traitor, thou lyeft. 
 
 Per. Traitor ! 
 
 King. I, Traitor. 
 
 Per. Even in his throat, unleffe it be a King, 
 That calls me Traitor, I return the lye. 
 
 King. Now by the gods I doe applaud his courage. 
 
 Per. My a£tions are as noble as my thoughts, 
 That never rellifht of a bafe defcent : 
 I came unto the Court for honours caufe. 
 And not be a Rebel to her ftate : 
 And he that otherwife accounts of me. 
 This Sword ftiall prove, he's honours enemy. 
 
 King.'Ho^hete. comes my Daughter, fhe can wltnefs it. 
 Enter Thaija. 
 
 Per. Then as you are as virtuous, as fair, 
 Refolve your angry Father, if my tongue 
 Did e're folicite, or my hand fubfcribe 
 To any fyllable that made love to you ? 
 
 Thai. Why, fir, if you had, who takes offence, 
 At that would make me glad ? 
 
 King. Yea, miftris, are you fo peremptory ? 
 I am glad of it withall my he.irt. Jlfide. 
 
 rie tame you, I'le bring you in fubjedlion. 
 Will you, not having my confent, 
 Eeftow your love and your affe<flions. 
 Upon a ftranger? who, for ought I know, Afide. 
 
 May be (nor can I think the contrary) 
 As great in blood as I my felf. 
 Therefore hear you, Miftreffe, either frame 
 
 Your will to mine ; and you, fir, hear you, 
 
 Either be rul'd by me, or I'le make you 
 
 Man and Wife ; nay, come your hands 
 And lips muft feale it too : and being joyn'd, 
 I'le thus your hopes deftroy, and for further grief, 
 God give you joy ; what, are you both pleafed ? 
 
 Thai. Yes, if you love me, fir. 
 
 Per. Even as my life, or blood that fofters it. 
 
 King. What, are you both agreed ? 
 
 Arnb. Yes, if it pleafe your Majefty. 
 
 King. It pleafeth me ib well, that I will fee you wed, 
 And then with what hafte you can, get you to bed. 
 
 Enter Goveer. 
 Norv yjleep Jla\ed hath the rout , 
 No din but Jnores about the houje. 
 Made louder by the ore-fee beali. 
 Of this mojl pompoiu marriage feaSl : 
 The Cat rcith eyne of burning coale, 
 Non couches from the Moufes hole ; 
 And Cricket fing at the Ovens mouth. 
 Are the blither for their drouth : 
 Hymen hath brought the Bride to bed. 
 Where by the lofj'e of Maiden-head, 
 A Babe ii moulded, by attent, 
 And time that is fo briefy fpent , 
 With your fne fancies quaintly each. 
 What's dumbe inperv. Fie plain vpith Jpeecb. 
 
 Enter Pericles and Simonides at one door with atten- 
 dants, a Meffenger meets them, kneeles, and gives Pe- 
 ricles a Letter, Pericles fhewes it Simonides, the Lords 
 kneele to him ; then enter Thai/a with childe, with 
 Lychorida a Nurfe, the King fhewes her the Letter, 
 fhe rejoyces : fhe and Pericles take leave of her Father, 
 and depart. 
 
 By many a dearne and painfull pearch 
 
 0/" Pericles, the carefnll J'earch, 
 
 By the four oppofing Crignes, 
 
 Which the world together joynes, 
 
 Is made vith all due diligence. 
 
 That horfe and faile, and high expence. 
 
 Can Heed the quejl at laft from Tyre, 
 
 Fame anfvrering the moft Erange enquire, 
 
 To th' Court oyKing Simonides, 
 
 Are Letters brought , the tenour thefe : 
 
 Antiochus and his Daughter'' s dead. 
 
 The men of Tyrus, on the head 
 
 Of Hellicanus would fet on 
 
 The Crown of Tyre, but he will none : 
 
 The mutiny, he there haftes f' oppreffe, 
 
 Sayes to them, if King Pericles 
 
 Come not home in twice fix ePl'foones, 
 
 He, obedient to their doomes. 
 
 Will ta^e the Crown : thefumme of this 
 
 Brought hither to Pentapolis, 
 
 Irony fhe d the Regions round, 
 
 tAnd eiery one with claps can found, 
 
 Our heir apparant is a King : 
 
 Who dreamt P who thought ojfuch a t hing ? 
 
 Brief, he muft hence depart to Tyre, 
 
 His Queen with child, maizes her deftre. 
 
 Which who Jhall croffe along to go. 
 
 Omit we all their dole and woe : 
 
 Lychorida her Nurfe fhe ta\es, 
 
 And fo to Sea ; then veffell ftjakjs. 
 
 On 
 
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 'Pericles 'Prince of 'Tyre. 
 
 On Neptunes billon, half t he flood. 
 Hath their Ktde cut : but fortune mo'v^d 
 Varies again, the g'ifly North 
 Dijgorges fuch a tern f eft forth. 
 That as a Ducl^for life t hat drives, 
 So up and dorrn the poor /hip dives : 
 The Lady Jhrcel^s, and well-a-near. 
 Doth fall in travel! rrith her fear : 
 u4nd rrhat enjues in this felfftorme, 
 Shall for itfelf, it felf perform : 
 I nil/ relate, afiion may 
 Conveniently the reft convey ; 
 IVhich might not ? re hat by me is told, 
 Jn your imagination hold : 
 This Stage, the Ship, upon irhofe Dec\, 
 The Seas toft Pericles, appeares to fpeal{. 
 
 Enter Pericles on Shipboard. 
 
 Per. The God of this great vaft, rebuke thefe furges 
 Which wa(h both heaven and hell, and thou that haft 
 Upon tl)e windes command, bind them in Brafl'e, 
 Having call'd them from the deep, O ftill 
 Thy dearning dreadfull thunders ; daily quench 
 Thy nimble fulpherous flaflies : O how, Lychorida ? 
 How does my Queen ? then ftorm venomoufly, 
 Wilt thou fpetall thy felf? the Sea mans whiftie 
 Is a whifper in the eares of de.ith, 
 Unheard Lychorida ? Lucina, oh ! 
 Divineft Patronefle, and my Wife, gentle 
 To thoie that cry by night, convey thy Deity 
 Aboard our dancing Boat, make fwift the pangs 
 Of my Queens travels. Now, Lychorida. 
 Enter Lychorida. 
 
 Lychor. Here is a thing too young for fuch a place, 
 Who if it had conceit, would dye, as I am like to doe : 
 Take in your armes this piece of your dead Qjjeen. 
 
 Per. How ? how, Lychorida ? 
 
 Lychor. Patience, good fir, doe not aflift the ftorme, 
 Here's all that is left living of our Queen ; 
 A little Daughter, for the lake of it 
 Be manly, and take comfort. 
 
 Per. Oh you gods ! 
 Why doe you make us love your goodly gifts, 
 And fhatch them ftraight away? 
 We here below, recall not what we give, 
 And we therein may ufe honour with you. 
 
 Lychor. Patience, good fir, even for this charge. 
 
 Per. Now milde may be thy life, 
 For a more blufterous birth had never Babe : 
 Qoiet and gentle thy conditions ; 
 For thou art the rudelieft welcome to this world, 
 That ever was Princes Childe : happy that followes, 
 Thou iijft as chiding a Nativity, 
 As Fire, Aire, Water, Earth, and Heaven can make. 
 To haruld thee from the wombe : 
 Even at the firft, thy lofTe is more then can 
 Thy portaye q\iite, with all thou canft finde here : 
 Now the good gods throw their beft eyes upon it. 
 Enter two Saylors. 
 
 1 . Sayl. What courage, fir? God fave you. 
 
 Per. Courage enough, I doe not fear the flaw, 
 It hath done to me the worft : yet for the love 
 Of this poor Infant, this frefti new Sea-farer, 
 1 would it would be quiet. 
 
 I. Sayl. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? 
 Blow and fplit thy felf. 
 
 2. Sayl. But Sea-room, and the brine and cloudy bil- 
 low kifle the Moon, I care not. 
 
 1 . Sayl. Sir, your Queen muft over-board. 
 The Sea works high, the winde is loud, 
 
 And will not lie till the Ship be cleared of the dead. 
 
 Per. That's your fuperftition. 
 
 I. Pardon us, fir; with us at Sea it ftill hath bin obfervcd, 
 And we are ftrong in Eaftern, therefore briefly yield her. 
 
 Per. As you think meet, for Ihe muft o're-board i 
 Moft wretched Queen. (ftraight, 
 
 Lychor. Here /he lies, fir. 
 
 Per. A terrible Child-bed haft thou had (my Dear) 
 No light, no fire, the unfriendly Elements 
 Forgot thee utterly, nor have I time 
 To bring thee hallowed to thy grave, but ftraight 
 Muft caft thee fcarccly Coffind, in oarc. 
 Where for a Monument upon thy bones. 
 The ayre remaining lamps, the belching Whale, 
 And humming water muft o'rewhelme thy Corps, 
 Lying with fimple ftiells : Oh Lychorida, 
 Bid Neslor bring me Spices, Ink and Paper, 
 My Casket and my Jewels, and bid Nicander 
 Bring me the Sattin Coffin ; lay the Babe 
 Upon the Pillow ; hie thee, whiles I fay 
 A Prieftly farewell to her : fuddenly, woman. 
 
 2. Sayl. Sir, we have a Cheft beneath the hatches, 
 Caulkt and bittumed ready. 
 
 Per. I thank thee : Marriner fay, what Coaft is this ? 
 
 z.Say/. We are near Tharjus. 
 
 Per. Thither, gentle Marriner, 
 Alter thy courfe for Tyre : when canft thou reach it ? 
 
 Z-Sayl. By break of day, if the winde ceafe. 
 
 Ter. O make for Tharjus, 
 There will I vifit Cleon, for the Babe 
 Cannot hold out to Tyrus ; there Tie leave it 
 At carefull nurfing : go thy wayes, good Marriner, 
 rie bring the body prefently. Exit. 
 
 Enter Lord Cerymon vrith a Servant, 
 
 Cer. Phy lemon, hoa. 
 
 Enter Philemon. 
 
 Phil. Doth my Lord call ? 
 
 Cer. Get fire and meat for thefe poor men, 
 It hath been a turbulent and ftormy night. 
 
 Ser. I have been in many : but iuch a night as this. 
 Till now, I ne're endured. 
 
 Cer. Your Mafter will be dead ere you return, 
 There's nothing can be miniftred to nature. 
 That can recover him : give this to the Pothecary, 
 And tell me how it works. 
 
 Enter trvo Gentlemen. 
 
 1. Gent. Good morrow. 
 
 2. Gent. Good morrow to your Lordfliip. 
 Cer. Gentlemen, why doe you ftirre fo early ? 
 i.Cf/jr. Sir, our lodgings ftanding bleak upon the Sea, 
 
 Shook as if the earth did quake : 
 
 The very principles did feem to rend and all to topple, 
 
 Pure furprize and fear made me to leave the houfe. 
 
 2. Gent. That is the caufe we trouble you fo early, 
 'Tis not our husbandry. 
 
 Cer. O you fay well. 
 
 1. Gent. But I much marvell that your Lordftiip 
 Having rich attire about you, ftiould at thefe early houres 
 Shake oft" the golden flumber of repofe; 'tis moft ftrange. 
 Nature ftiould be fo converfant with pain. 
 Being thereto not compelled. 
 
 Cer. I hold it ever Virtue and Cunning. 
 
 Were 
 
'Jerkies Trince of Tyre. 
 
 1 1 
 
 Were endowments greater, then Noblenefs and Riches, 
 Carelefs heirs may the two latter darken and expend j 
 But immortality attends the former, 
 Making a Man a God : 
 'Tis known, I ever have ftudied Phyfick, 
 Through which fecret Art, by turning o're Authority, 
 I have together with my prattife, made fam.iliar 
 To me and to my aide, the beft intufions that dwells 
 In vegetives, in Mettals, Stones : and can fpeak of the 
 Difturbances that Nature works, and of her cures; 
 Which doth give me a more content in courfe of true de- 
 Then to be thirfty after tottering Honour, (light 
 Or tye my pleafure up in filken Bags, 
 To pleale the Fool and Death. 
 
 2. Gent. Your honour hath through Ephejtu, 
 Poured forth your charity, and hundred call themfelves 
 Your Creatures; who by you have been reftored. 
 And not your knowledge, your perfonall pain. 
 But even your purfe ftill open, hath built Lord Cerimon 
 Such ftrong renown, as never fhall decay. 
 Enter tvpo or three with a Chtji. 
 
 Ser. So, lift there. 
 
 Cer. What's that P 
 
 Ser. Sir, even now did the Sea,tofle up upon our fliore 
 This Cheft ; 'tis of fome wrack. 
 
 Cer. Set it down, let us look upon it. 
 
 2. (fcnt. 'Tis like a Coffin, fir. 
 
 Cer. What e're it be, 'tis wondrous heavy ; 
 Wrench it open ftraight : 
 If the Seas ftomack be o're-charg'd with gold, 
 'Tis a good conftraint of Fortune it belches upon us. 
 
 Z.Gent. 'Tis fo, my Lord. (it up ? 
 
 Cer.How clofe 'tis caulkt and bottom'd,did the fea caft 
 
 Ser. I never faw fo huge a billow, fir, as toft it upon 
 fliore. 
 
 Cer. Wrench it open ; it fmells moft fweetly in my 
 
 2. Gent. A delicate Odour. (fence. 
 
 Cer. As ever hit my noftrill : fo, up with it. 
 Oh you moft potent gods ! what's here, a Coarfe i* 
 
 1. Gent. Moft ftrange, 
 
 Cer. Shrowded in cloth of ftate,balm'd and entreafured 
 With full bags of Spices, a Pafport to Apollo, 
 Perfeft me in the Charafters. 
 
 Here I gii'e to underjiand. 
 
 If e're this Coffin dri-ve a land; 
 
 I King Pericles have lofl 
 
 This Queen, north all our mundane coji : 
 
 Who jinds her, gi-ve her burying. 
 
 She vas the Daughter of a King. 
 
 Bejides this treasure for a fee, 
 
 The gods requite bis charity. 
 
 If thou liveft Pfr/f/fj, thou haft a heart 
 
 That even cracks for woe: this chanc'd to night. 
 
 2. Gent. Moft likely, fir. 
 
 Cer. Nay certainly to night, for look how frefli flie 
 They were too rough, that threw her in the fea. Oooks, 
 Make a fire within, fetch hither all my boxes in my Clofet, 
 Death may ufurpe on Nature many houres. 
 And yet the fire of life kindle again the o're-preft fpirits. 
 I heard of an Egyptian that had nine houres been dead. 
 Who was by good appliance recovered. 
 
 Enter one rrith Napl^ins and Fire, 
 Well faid, well faid, the fire and cloathes. 
 The rough and wofull mufick that we have, 
 
 Caufe it to found I befcech you : 
 
 The Viall once more ; how thou ftirreft, thou block ? 
 
 The Mufick there : I pray you give her aire ; 
 
 Gentlemen, this Queen will live. 
 
 Nature awakes a warme breath out of her ; 
 
 She hath not been entranft above five houres. 
 
 See how fhe gins to blow into lifts flower again. 
 
 1. Qen. The heavens through you, encreafeour wonder, 
 And fets up your fame for ever. 
 
 Cer. She is alive, behold her eye-lids. 
 Cafes to thofe heavenly jewels which Pericles hath loft. 
 Begin to part their fringes of bright gold 
 The Diamonds of a moft prailed water doth appear, 
 To make the world twice rich, live, and make us weep. 
 To hear your fate, fair creature, rare as you feem to be. 
 She mo'vcs. 
 
 Thai. O dear Diana, where am I / where's my Lord ? 
 What world is this? 
 
 2. Gent. Is not this ftrange ? 
 1. Gent. Moft rare. 
 
 Cer. Hufti (my gentle neighbour) lend me your hands, 
 To the next chamber bear her, get linnen ; 
 Now this matter muft be lookt too, for the relapfe 
 Is mortal! : come, come, and, EJculapim, guide us. 
 
 They carry her away. Exeunt omnes. 
 
 <tA5iiis Tertius. 
 
 Enter Pericles at Tharfus, with Clecn and Dionizia. 
 
 Per. Moft honoured Clean, I muft needs be gone, 
 My twelve moneths are expir'd, and Tyre ftands 
 In a peace : you and your Lady take from my heart 
 All thankfulneffe. The gods make up the reft upon you, 
 
 Cleon. Your ihakes of fortune, though they hate you 
 Mortally, yet glance full wondringly on us. (pleafed 
 
 Dion. O your fweet Queen ! that the ftridl fates had 
 You had brought her hither to have bleft mine eyes with 
 
 Per. We cannot but obey the powers above us ; (her. 
 Could I rage and rore as doth the Sea ftie lies in. 
 Yet the end muft be as 'tis : my gentle babe <^Iarina, 
 Whom (for fhe was born at Sea) I have named fo. 
 Here, I charge your charity withall ; leaving her 
 The infant of your care, befeeching you to give her 
 Princely training, that flie may be manner'd as flie is 
 born. 
 
 Cleon. Fear not (my Lord) but think your Grace, 
 That fed my Countrey with your Corn ; for which. 
 The peoples prayers daily fall upon you, muft in your 
 
 Childe 
 Be thought on, if negled ftiould therein make me vile, 
 The common body that's by you reliev'd. 
 Would force me to my duty ; but if to that. 
 My nature need a fpurre, the gods revenge it 
 Upon me and mine, to the end of generation. 
 
 Per. I believe you, your honour and your goodnefle. 
 Teach me toot without your vowes, till flie be married, 
 Madam, by bright Diana, whom we honour. 
 All unfifter'd fliall this heir of mine remain, 
 Though I fliew will in't : fo I take my leave : 
 Good Madam, make me blefled, in your care 
 In bringing up my Childe. 
 
 Dion. I have one my felf, who fliall not be more dear 
 to my refped than yours, my Lord. 
 
 Per 
 
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 'Pericles Trince of T^yre. 
 
 Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers. 
 
 Cleon. We'll bring your Grace to the edge of the 
 fliore, then give you up to the masked Neptune, and the 
 gentlcft windes of' heaven. 
 
 Ter. I will embrace your offer, come, deareft Madam : 
 O no teares, Lychorlda, no teares ; look to your little 
 Miftris, on whofe grace you may depend hereafter; 
 come, my Lord. 
 
 Enter Ccrymon, and Thai/a. 
 
 Cer. Madam, this Letter, and fome certain Jewels, 
 I^y with you in your Coffer, which are at your corn- 
 Know you the Charadler ? (mand : 
 
 Thai. It is, my Lords, that I was /hipt at Sea, I well 
 remember, even on my eaning time : but whether there 
 delivered, by the holy gods, 1 cannot rightly fay : but 
 fince King TeriJes, my wedded Lord, I ne're rtiall fee 
 again, a veftall livery will 1 take me to, and never more 
 have joy. 
 
 Cler. Madam, if this you purpofe as ye fpeak, 
 Dianaei Temple is not diftant farre, 
 Where you may abide till your date expire, 
 Moreover if you pleafe, a Neece of mine, 
 Shall there attend you. 
 
 Thai. My recompence is thanks, that's all, 
 Yet my gdod will is great, though the gift fmall. Sxit. 
 
 Enter Govrer. 
 
 Cower. Imagine Pericles arriii'd at Tyre, 
 Wdcom'd and JettUd to bis cmn defire ; 
 Hit rrofull Queen v; lea-vt at Ephefus, 
 Unto Diana, there's a Votarejfe. 
 Nour to Marina bend your minde, 
 JVhom our fajl groxeing fcene mujl jinde 
 yitTharfiiS, and hy Cleon train d 
 In Mufickj letters, rvho hath gaind 
 Of education all the grace, 
 JVhich maizes high both the art and place 
 Of genera 1 1 wonder : but alacl(^ 
 That monjier Envy oft the rerack^ 
 Of earned praife, Marina's life 
 Seel^to tal^e off by treafons l^nife. 
 And in thii l^inde, our Cleon hath 
 One Daughter and a full grovrn trench. 
 Even ripe for Marriage fight : this Maid 
 Right Fhiloten ; and it iijaid 
 For certain in our Jiory, Jhe 
 Would ever irith Marina be, 
 Bc^t irhen they Treav'd the Jledcd fll^, 
 With fngcrs long, Jmall , rvhite ai mill(_. 
 Or rr hen Jhe vrould vrilh Jharp needle wound 
 The Cambricl^, which Jhe made more found 
 By hurting it, or when to th^ Lute 
 She Jung , and made t he night bed mute. 
 That J}ill records within one, or when 
 She would with rich and conjlant pen, 
 Vaile to her Miftreffe Dion Jiill, 
 This Phyloten contends in s^ill 
 With abjolute Marina : Jo 
 The Dove o/"Paphos might with the Crow 
 Vie feathers white. Marina gets 
 All praijes, which are paid as debts, 
 And not as given, thii Jo darl^s 
 In Phyloten all grace full marines. 
 Thai Cleon's Wife with envy rare, 
 A prejent Murderer do's prepare 
 For good Marina, that her Daughter 
 Might Hand peerleffe by this flaugbter , 
 
 The Jooner her vile thoughts to Si ead, 
 Lychorida our Nurje is dead. 
 And curjtd Dionizia hath 
 Tbepregnant injlrument of wrath 
 Prejl for this blow, the unborn event, 
 I doe commend to your content, 
 Onely I carried winged Time , 
 Pojie on the lame feet of my rime. 
 Which never could I Jo convey, 
 Unlejse your thoughts went on my way. 
 Dionizia doth appear. 
 
 With Leonine a Murderer. Exit. 
 
 Enter Dionizia, and Leonine. 
 
 "Dion. Thy oath remember, thou haft fworn to do it, 
 'tis but a blow, which never ftiall be known , thou canft 
 not doe a thing in the world fo foon, to yield thee fo 
 much profit, let not confcience which is but cold, infla- 
 ming thy love bofome, enflame too nicely ; nor let pitty, 
 which even women have caft ofl^, melt thee, but be a foul- 
 dier to thy purpofe. 
 
 Leon. I will do't, but yet Hie is a goodly Creature. 
 
 Dion. The fitter then the gods fhould have her. 
 Here fhe comes weeping for her onely Miftreffe death : 
 Thou art refolv'd ? 
 
 Leon. I am refolv'd. 
 
 Enter Marina with a Basinet of Flowers. 
 
 Mar. No : I will rob Tellus of her weed, to ftrew thy 
 Grave with Flowers : the yellowes, blewes, the purple 
 Violets and Marigolds, rtiall as a Carpet hang upon thy 
 Grave, while Summer dayes doth laft. Aye me, poor 
 Maid, born in a tempeft, when my Mother di'd : this 
 world to me is like a lafting ftorme, hurrying me from 
 my friends. 
 
 Dion. How now, i^Iarina ? why de'ye weep alone?' 
 How chance my Daughter is not with you f 
 Doe not confume your blood with forrowing, 
 You have a Nurfe of me. Lord ? how your favour's 
 Chang'd, with this unprofitable woe : 
 Come give me your Flowers, ere the Sea marre it. 
 Walk with Leonine, the aire is quick there. 
 And it pierces and fharpens the ftomack ; 
 Come, Leonine, take her by the arme, walk with her. 
 
 Mar. No I pray you, Tie not bereave you of your 
 Servant. 
 
 Dion. Come, come, I love the King your Father, and 
 your felf, with more then forreign heart ; we every day 
 expedl him here, when he ftiall come and finde our Para- 
 gon, to all reports thus blafted. He will repent the breadth 
 of his great voyage, blame both my Lord and me, that we 
 have taken no care to your beft courfes. Go I pray you, 
 walk and be cheerfull once again ; referve that excellent 
 complexion, which did fteale the eyes of young and old. 
 Care not for me, 1 can go home alone. 
 
 <LMar. Well, I will go, but yet I have no defire to it. 
 
 Dion. Come, come, 1 know 'tis good for you : 
 Walk half an houre, Leonine, at the leaft. 
 Remember what I have faid. 
 
 Leon. I warrant you, Madam. 
 
 Dion, rie leave you, my fweet Lady, for a while : pray 
 walk foftly, doe not heat your blood : What, I muft have 
 a care of you. 
 
 Mar. My thanks, fweet Madam. Is the winde Wefter- 
 ly that blowes ? 
 
 Leon, South-weft. 
 
 Mar. When I was born, the winde was North. 
 
 Leon. Was't fo ^ 
 
 Mar. 
 
'Pericles Trince of Tyre. 
 
 I 
 
 Mar. My Father, as Nurfe faith, did never fear, but 
 cryed good Sea-men to the Sailors, galling his Kingly 
 hands, hailing ropes, and clafping to the Maft, endured a 
 Sea that almofl burft the deck. 
 
 Leon. When was this ? 
 
 Mar. When I was born, never was waves nor winde 
 more violent, and from the ladder tackle, wafhes oft' a 
 Canvas clymer, ha, faith one, wilt out/ and with a drop- 
 ping induftry they skip from ftern to ftern:the Boat-fwain 
 whiftles, and the Mafter calls and trebles their confufion. 
 
 Leon. Come, fay your prayers. 
 
 Mar. What mean you / 
 
 Leon. If you require a little fpace for prayer, I grant 
 it, pray, but be not tedious, for the gods are quick of ear, 
 and I am fworn to doe my work with hafte. 
 
 Mar. Why, will you kill me? 
 
 Leon. To fatisfie my Lady. 
 
 Mar. Why would ihe have me kill'd now ? as I can 
 remember by my troth, I never did hurt her in all my 
 life, I never fpake bad word, nor did ill turn to any li- 
 ving creature : believe me now, I never kill'd a Moufe, 
 nor hurt a Flye. I trod upon a worme once againft my 
 will, but 1 wept for it. How have I offended, wherein 
 my death might yield her any profit, or my life imply 
 her any danger .'' 
 
 Leon. My Commiffion is not to reafon of the deed, 
 but do't. 
 
 Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope : 
 you are well favoured, and your looks fore-fhew you have 
 a very gentle heart, I faw you lately when you caught 
 hurt in parting two that fought: good-footh it fhewed 
 well in you, do fo now, your Lady feeks my life, come you 
 between, and fave poor me the weaker. 
 
 Leon. I am Iworn, and will difpatch. 
 Enter Pirates. 
 
 Pirat. I. Hold villain. 
 
 Pirat. 2. A prize, a prize. 
 
 Pirat. 3. Half part mates, half part. Come lets have 
 her aboard fodainly. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Leonine, 
 
 Leon. TheCe roguing thieves ferve the great Pirate Fa/- 
 des, and they have feized Marina, let her go, there's no 
 hope (he will return : I'le fwear ftje's dead, and thrown 
 into the Sea, but I'le fee further, perhaps they will but 
 pleafe themfelves upon her, not carry her aboard, if flie 
 remain. 
 
 Whom they have ravifht, muft by me be flain. 
 Enter Pander, Boult and Bavpd. 
 
 Tander. Boult. 
 
 Boult. Sir. 
 
 Pander. Search the market narrowly, Metaline is full 
 of gallants, we loft too much money this Mart, by being 
 too WenchlefTe. 
 
 Barrd, We were never fo much out of creatures, we 
 have but poor three, and they can doe no more then they 
 can doe, and they with continuall a(flion, are even as 
 good as rotten. 
 
 Pander. Therefore let's have frefli ones what e're we 
 pay for them, if there be not a confcience to be us'd in 
 every trade, we /hall never profper. 
 
 Band. Thou fay'ft true, 'tis not our bringing up of 
 poor bafl-ards, as I think, I have brought fome eleven. 
 
 Boult. I too eleven, and brought them down again, 
 But fliall I fcarch the market ? 
 
 Band. What elfe, man ? the ftuffe we have, a ftrong 
 winde will blow it to pieces, they are fo pitti.^ully fodden. 
 
 Pander. Thou fay'ft true, there's two unwholcfome in 
 confcience, the poor Tranfil-vanian is dead that lay with 
 the little baggage. 
 
 Boult. I, fhe quickly poupt him, fhe made him roaft- 
 meat for wormes, but I'le go fearch the market. Exit. 
 
 Pand. Three or four thoufand Chickeens were as pretty 
 a proportion to live quietly, and fo give over. 
 
 Bawd. Why, to give over I pray you .' Is it a fhame 
 to get when we are old ? 
 
 Pand. Oh our credit comes not in like the commodity, 
 nor the commodity wages not with the danger : there- 
 fore, if in our youths we could pick up fome pretty eftate, 
 'twere not amide to keep our door hatch'd 5 befides the 
 fore termes we ftand upon with the gods, will be ftrong 
 with us for giving o're. 
 
 Bared. Come, other forts offend as well as we. 
 
 Pand. As well as we, I, and better too, we offend worfe, 
 neither is our profeffion any Trade, it's no calling : but 
 here comes Boult. 
 
 Enter Boult rrith Pirates, and Mirana. 
 
 Boult. Come your wayes, my mafters, you fay fhe's a 
 
 Sayl. O fir, we doubt it not. (virgin ? 
 
 Boult. Mafter, I have gone through for this piece you 
 If you like her, fo ; if not, I have loft my earneft. (fee, 
 
 Bawd. Boult, has file any qualities? 
 
 Boult. She has a good face, fpeaks well, and has ex- 
 cellent good cloathes : there's no farther neceffity of qua- 
 lities can make her be refufed. 
 
 Barrd. What's her price, Boult? 
 
 Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thoufand pieces. 
 
 Pand. Well, follow me, my Mafters, you ftiall have 
 your money prefently : wife, take her in, inftruft her 
 what (he has to doe, that flie may not be raw in her en- 
 tertainment. 
 
 Bawd. Boult, take you the markes of her, the colour 
 of her haire, complexion, height, age, with warrant of her 
 virginity, and cry ; He that will give moft, fhall have her 
 firft. Such a maiden-head were no cheap thing, if men 
 were as they have been : Get this done as I command you. 
 
 Boult. Performance Ihall follow. 
 
 Mar. Alack that Leonine was fo Hack, fo flow : 
 He fliould have ftruck, not fpoke ; 
 Or that thefe Pirates, not enough barbarous. 
 Had not o're-board thrown me, for to feek my Mother. 
 
 Bawd. Why weep you, pretty one ? 
 
 Mar. That I am pretty. 
 
 Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you. 
 
 Mar. I accufe them not. 
 
 Bawd. You are light into my hands. 
 Where you are like to live. 
 
 Mar. The more's my fault, to fcape his hands, 
 Where I was like to dye. 
 
 Bawd. I, and you fhall live in pleafure. 
 
 Mar. No. 
 
 Bawd. Yes indeed fhall you, and tafte Gentlemen of 
 all fafhions. You fhall fare well ; you ftiall have the dif- 
 ference of all complexions : what de'ye flop your eares ? 
 
 Mar. Are you a woman ? 
 
 Bawd. What would you have me to be, if I be not a 
 woman ? 
 
 Mar. An honeft woman, or not a woman. 
 
 Bawd. Marry whip thee, Gofling:I think I ftiall have 
 fomething to doe with you. Come, y'are a young foolifli 
 fapling, and muft be bowed as I would have ye. 
 
 Mar. The gods defend me. 
 
 Bawd. If it pleafe the gods to defend you by men, 
 b then 
 
H 
 
 Pericles 'Prince of Tyre. 
 
 then men muft comfort you, men muft feed you, men muft 
 ftirre you up : Bou/t's rcturn'd. 
 
 Enter Boult. 
 Now, fir, haft thou cry'd her through the Market ? 
 
 Boult.l have cri'd heralmoft to the number of her hairs, 
 I have drawn her pidlurc with my voice. 
 
 Baud. And prithee tell mc, how do'ft thou find the in- 
 clination of the people, efpccially of the younger fort? 
 
 Boult. Faith they liltened to me, as they would have 
 hejrkned to thir fathers Teftament. There was a Spaniards 
 mouth fo watered, that he went to bed to her very defcrl- 
 ption. 
 
 Baud. We /hall have him here to morrow with his 
 beft ruffe on. 
 
 Boult. To night, to night, but Miftris, do you know 
 the French Knight that cowres i'th hams .' 
 
 Baud. Who, Mounfieur Verolltis ? 
 
 Boult. I, he offered to cut a caper at the proclamation, 
 but he made a groan at it, and fwore he would fee her to 
 morrow. 
 
 Baud. Well, well, as for him he brought his difeafe 
 hither, here he doth but repair it, I know he will come 
 in our fliadow, to fcatter his crowns in the fun. 
 
 Boult. Well, if we had of every Nation a traveller, 
 we fhould lodge them with this figne. 
 
 Baud. Pray you come hither a while, you have For- 
 tunes comming upon you , mark me, you muft feem to do 
 that fearfully, which you commit willingly, defpife pro- 
 fit , where you have moft gain , to weep that you live as 
 you do, makes pitty in your lovers feldome, but that pit- 
 ty begets you a good opinion , and that opinion a meer 
 profit. 
 
 Mar. I underftand you not. 
 
 Boult. O take her home, miftris, take her home, thefe 
 blu/hes of hers muft be quencht with fome prefent pradife. 
 
 Baud. Thou fayeft true ifaith, fo they muft, for your 
 Bride goes to that with fhame, which is her way to go 
 with warrant. 
 
 B(jult. Faith fome do, and fome do not , but Miftris, 
 ifl have bargain'd for the joynt. 
 
 Baud. Thou maift cut a morfel off the fpit. 
 
 Bcult. I may fo. 
 
 Baud. Who ftiould deny it? 
 Come young one,! like the manner of your garments well. 
 
 Boult. 1 by my faith, they Ihjll not be changed yet. 
 
 Baud. Boult , fpend thou that in the Town , report 
 what a fojourner we have, you'll lofe nothing by cuftome. 
 When nature framed this piece, ftie meant thee a good 
 turn, therefore fay what a parragon fhe is, and thou haft 
 the harveft out of thine own report. 
 
 Boult. I warrant you miftris, thunder fhall not fo 
 awake the beds of Eels, as my giving out her beauty ftirs 
 up the lewdly enclined. Tie bring home fome to night. 
 
 Baud. Come your wayes, follow me. 
 
 Mar. If fires be hot, knives ftiirp, or waters deep, 
 Unti'd I ftill my virgin knot will keep. 
 Diana aid my purpofe. 
 
 Baud. What have we to do with Diana ? pray you 
 go with us. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Clean and Dionizia. 
 
 Dion. Why are you foolifti, can it be undone ? 
 
 Clean. O Dionizia, fuch a piece of (laughter, 
 The Sun and Moon nc'rc look'd upon. 
 
 Dion. I think you'll turn a child again. 
 
 Clean. Were 1 chief Lord of all this fpacious world, 
 I'd give it to undo the deed. O Lady, much Icfs in bloud 
 
 then vertue, yet a Frincefs to equall any fingle Crown of 
 the earth, in the juftice of compare, O villain , Leonine, 
 whom thou haft poiloned too, if thou had'ft drunk to him, 
 it had been a kindncls becoming well thy face, what canft 
 thou fay, when Noble Pericles fhall demand his child ? 
 
 Dion. That (he is dead. Nurfes are not the fates to 
 fofter it, nor ever to preferve, fhe di'd at night. Tie fay 
 lo, who can croffe it, unlefte you piay the Innocent, and 
 for an honeft attribute, cry out fhe di'd by foul play. 
 
 Clean. O go too, well, well , of all the faults beneath 
 the heavens, the gods do like this worft. 
 
 Dion. Be one of thofe that thinks the pretty wrens 
 of TharJtiS will fly hence , and open this to Pericles ; 
 I do fhame to think of what a Noble ftrain you are , and 
 of how coward a fpirit. 
 
 Clean. To fuch proceeding, who ever but his approba- 
 tion added, though not his whole confent, he did not flow 
 from honorable courfes. 
 
 Dion. Be it fo then , yet none doth know but you 
 how fhe came dead , nor none can know. Leonine being 
 gone. She did difdain my child , and ftood between her 
 and her fortunes : none would look on her, but caft their 
 gazes on Marina's face , whilft ours was blurred at, and 
 held a Mawkin , not worth the time of day. It pierc'd 
 me thorow , and though you call my courfe unnatural, 
 you not your child well loving, yet I find it greets me as 
 an enterprize of kindnefs perform'd to your fole daughter. 
 
 Clean. Heavens forgive it. 
 
 Dion. And as for Pericles , what fhould he fay ? we 
 wept after her hearfe, and yet we mourn : her monument 
 almoft finifhed , and her Epitaph in glittering golden 
 charadters, exprefs a general praife to her, and care in us, 
 at whole expence 'tis done. 
 
 Clean. Thou art like the Harpie, 
 Which to betray, doft with thy Angels face, 
 Ceaze with thine Eagles talents. 
 
 Dion. You are like one, that fuperftitioufly 
 Doth fwear to th'gods, that winter kills the A'ns, 
 But yet I know, you'll do as I advife. Exit, 
 
 <iA5ius Quartus. 
 
 Enter Gower. 
 Thus time -xe irafte, and longejl leagues Tna\e fl}ort , 
 Sail Jcas in Cocl^les, ha've and nil}} but for^t : 
 Malting to takj our imagination. 
 From bourn to bourn. Region to Region. 
 By you being Pardoned, rre commit no crime 
 To uje one Language.^ in each jcveral clime. 
 Whet e our Jcenes feem to li-ve. I do befcech you 
 To learn of me, rrhojtands in gaps to teach you. 
 The Jlages of our flory Pericles, 
 Is nan again thwarting the rvayirard feas ; 
 ( yittended on by many a Lard and Knight ) 
 To fee hu daughter , all hu lii'es delight. 
 Old Hellicanus goes along behinde. 
 Is left to go'vern it : you bear in minde 
 Old Elcanes, nhom Hellicanus late 
 yidi'anc'd in time to great and high efiate . 
 Well failing fhips, and bounteous windes have brought 
 This King to Tharfus, thinly this Pilate thought 
 Sa nith his Eeerage, fhall your thoughts grone 
 To fetch his TJaughter home, rebofirfi ugone 
 
 Li{c 
 
'Pericles lc*rince of Tyre, 
 
 15 
 
 Z-.'^e moats and Jhadctres fee t hem mime a irbile. 
 Tour eares unto your eyes Vie reconcile. 
 
 Enter Pericles at one door with all his train. Cleon and 
 Dioniizia at the other. C/eon fhewes 'Teric/es the 
 Tombe, whereat Pericles makes lamentation, puts on 
 Sack-cloth, and in a mighty paffion departs. 
 
 Gower. See bovr belief may fuffer by foule Jhorv, 
 This borroned pajjion Jlands for true old woe : 
 tAnd Pericles in Jorroiv all de'vour''d. 
 
 With fighes Jhot through, and biggeji teares re-fhowr d. 
 Lea-ves Tharius, and again imbarl^i, he frpeurcs 
 Ne-ver to vrajh bis face, nor cut his haires, 
 He put on Sacl^-clotb and to Sea he beares, 
 A tctr.peji rrhich his mortall Vejfell teares. 
 And yet he rides it out. Now ta\e we our way 
 To the Epitaph for Marina, writ by Dionizia. 
 
 The faireft, fweeteft, and beft lies here. 
 
 Who withered in her fpring of year: 
 
 She was of Tyrus the King's Daughter, 
 
 On whom foule death hath made this flaughter : 
 
 Marina was fhe call'd, and at her birth. 
 
 That is, being proud, fwallow'd fome part of th'earth : 
 
 Therefore the earth fearing to be o'reflow'd 
 
 Hath Thetis birth-childe on the heavens beftow'd. 
 
 Wherefore Ihe does and fweares ihe'll never ftint, 
 
 Make raging Battry upon ihores of flint. 
 
 No -vizor does become blacl^ "villany. 
 
 So well as f oft and tender flattery . 
 
 Let Pericles belie^ve his 'Dauh;ers dead, 
 
 And bear his courjes to be ordered 
 
 By Lady Fortune, rrhile our Jieare mufl play 
 
 His Daughter woe and heavy well-a-day. 
 
 In her unholy Jer-vice : Patience then. 
 
 And thini^you now are all in Metaline. 
 
 Enter two Gentlemen. 
 
 1. Gent, Did you ever hear the like ? 
 
 2. Gent. No, nor never Ihall doe in fuch a place as 
 this, fhe being once gone. 
 
 I.Gent. But to have Divinity preacht there, did you 
 ever dreame of fuch a thing ? 
 
 2. ffent. No, no, come, I am for no more Bawdy 
 Houfes, /hall we go hear the Veftalls fing? 
 
 I.Gent, rie doe any thing now that is virtuous, but 
 I am out of the road of rutting for ever. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter ihe three Bawdes. 
 
 Pand. Well, I had rather then twice the worth of her 
 fhe had ne're come here. 
 
 Bawd. Fie, fie upon her, fhe is able to frieze the god 
 Triiipus, and undoe a whole generation, we mufl either 
 get her ravifht, or be rid of her, when fhe fhould doe for 
 clyents her fitment, and doe me the kindnefTe of our pro- 
 felfion, fhe has me her quirks, her reafons, her mafler- 
 reafons, her prayers, her knees, that fhe would make a 
 Puritane of the Devil, if he fhould cheapen a kifTe of her. 
 
 B'jult. Faith I muft ravifh her, or fhe'll disfurnifh us 
 of all our Cavaleers,and make all our Swearers Priefts. 
 
 Pand. Now the poxe upon her green ficknefTe for me. 
 
 Ba.Fahh there's no way to be rid of it, but by the way 
 to the Pox. Here comes the Lord Lyfimachus difguif'ed. 
 
 Bcul. We fhould have both Lord and Lown, if the 
 peevirti Baggage would but give way to cuftomers. 
 
 J5 
 
 Enter Lyfimachus. 
 
 Lyf. How now, how a dozen of virginities ? 
 
 Bawd. Now the gods blefTe your Honour. 
 
 Bouli. I am glad to fee your Honour in good health. 
 
 Lyf. You may fo, 'tis the better for you, that your 
 reforters ftand upon found Legs, how now ? wholfome 
 impunity have you, that a man may deale withall, and 
 defie the Surgeon ? 
 
 Bawd. We have one here, fir, if fhe would 
 
 But there never came her like in Metaline. 
 
 Lyf If fhe'd doe the deeds of darknefTe, thou would'ft 
 fay. 
 
 Bawd. Your honour knowes what 'tis to fay well e- 
 nough. 
 
 Lyf Well, call forth, call forth. 
 
 Boult. For flefh and blood, fir, white and red, you 
 fhall fee a Rofe, and fhe were a Rofe indeed, if fhe had 
 but 
 
 Lyf. What prethee ? 
 
 Boult. O fir, I can be modeft. 
 
 Lvf. That dignifies the renown of a Bawd, no lelfe 
 then it gives a good report to a number to be chafte. 
 Enter Marina. 
 
 Bawd. Here comes that which growes to the flalke, 
 Never pluckt yet I can afTure you. 
 Is fhe not a fair creature ? 
 
 Lyf Faith fhe would ferve after a long voyage at Sea, 
 Well, there's for you, leave us. 
 
 Bawd. I befeech your honour give me leave a word, 
 And rie have done prefently. 
 
 Lyf I befeech you doe. 
 
 Bawd. FirfV, I would have you note, this is an honou- 
 rable man. 
 
 Mar. I defire to find him fo, that I may worthily 
 note him. 
 
 Bawd. Next, he's the Governour of this Country, and 
 a man whom I am bound to. 
 
 Mar. If he govern the Countrey, you are bound to 
 him indeed, but how honourable he is in that, I know not. 
 
 Bawd. Pray you without any more virginall fencing, 
 will you ufe him kindly .'' he will line your Apron with 
 Gold. 
 
 Mar. What he will doe gracioufly, I will thankfully 
 receive. 
 
 Lyf. Have you done ? 
 
 Bawd. My Lord, fhe's not pace't yet, you muft take 
 fome pains to work her to your mannage, come, we will 
 leave his Honour and her together. Exit Bawde. 
 
 Lyf. Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this 
 trade ? 
 
 Mar. What trade, Sir ? 
 
 Lyf. Why, 1 cannot name't but I fhall offend. 
 
 Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade, pleafe you 
 to name it. 
 
 Lyf. How long have you been of this profefTion ? 
 
 Mar. E're fince I can remember. 
 
 Lyf. Did you go to't fo young, were you a gamefler 
 at five, or at feven f 
 
 Mar. Earlier too, fir, if now I be one, 
 
 Lyf. Why the houfe you dwell in, prodaimes you to 
 be a creature of fale. 
 
 Mar. Doe you know this houfe to be a place of fuch 
 refort, and will come into it ? I hear fay you are of ho- 
 nourable parts, and the Governour of this p'ace. 
 
 Lyf. Why ? hath your principal! made known unto 
 you, who I am ? 
 
 b 2 Mar. 
 
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 'Pericles 'Prince of Tyre. 
 
 Mar. Who is my Principal ? 
 
 Ly. Why your hearb woman , fhe that fets feeds and 
 roots of rtiame and iniquity. O you have heard fome 
 thing of my power , and I'o (land aloft for more ferious 
 wooing, but I proteft to thee, pretty one, my authority 
 fhall not fee thee, or elfe look friendly upon thee ; come 
 bring me to fome private place, come, come. 
 
 Mar. If you were born to honour, fhew it now, if put 
 upon you , make the judgement good , that thought you 
 worthy of it. 
 
 LyJ. How's this ? how's this? fome more, be fage. 
 
 Mar. For me that am a maid, though mod ungentle 
 Fortune have plac'd me in this Stie, where fince I came, 
 difeafcs have been fold dearer then Phyfick , O that the 
 gods would fet me free from this unhallow'd place, 
 though they did change me to the meaneft bird that flies 
 i'th purer aire. 
 
 Lyf. I did not think thou could'ft have fpoke fo well, 
 I ne're dream'd thou could'ft ; had I brought hither a 
 corrupted mind, thy fpeech had altered it, hold, here's 
 gold for thee, perfever in that clear way thou goeft, and 
 the gods ftrengthen thee. 
 
 Mar. The good gods preferve you. 
 
 Ly. For my part, I came with no ill Intent, for to me 
 the very doors and windows favours vilely, fare thee well, 
 thou art a piece of vertue, and I doubt not but thy train- 
 ing hath been Noble, hold , here's more gold for thee , a 
 curfe upon him, die he like a thief that robs thee of thy 
 goodnefs , if thou doft hear from me , it fhall be for thy 
 good. 
 
 Boult. I befeech your honour, one piece for me. 
 
 Ly. Avant thou damned door-keeper, your houfe but 
 for this virgin that doth prop it , would fink and over- 
 whelm you. away. 
 
 Boult. How's this ? we muft take another courfe with 
 you ? if your peevirti chaftity , which is not worth a 
 break-faft in the cheapeft Country under the coap , (hail 
 undo a whole houfehold , let me be gelded like a fpaniel , 
 come your wayes. 
 
 Mar. Whither would you have me ? 
 
 Boult. I muft have your maidenhead taken off, or the 
 common hangman fhall execute it, come your way, we'll 
 have no more gentlemen driven away, come your wayes 
 I fay. 
 
 Enter Bawds. 
 
 Barrd. How now, what's the matter ? 
 
 Boult. Worfe and worfe, Miftris, fhe hath here fpo- 
 ken holy words to the Lord Lyjimachus. 
 
 Bawd. O abominable. 
 
 Boult. He makes our profelTion as it were to ftink be- 
 fore the face of the gods. 
 
 Barrd. Marry hang her up for ever. 
 
 Boult. The Nobleman would have dealt with her like 
 a Nobleman, and flie fent him away as cold as a Snow- 
 ball, faying his prayers too. 
 
 Bared. Boult, take her away, ufe her at thy pleafure, 
 crack the glafle of her virginity, & make the reft maleable. 
 
 Bcult, And if flie were a thornier piece of ground 
 then (he is, ftie (hall be ploughed. 
 
 Mar. Hark, hark, you gods. 
 
 Barrd. She conjures, away with her, would fhe had 
 never come within my doors, Marry hang you, (he's born 
 to undo us , will you not go the way of women-kind .'' 
 Marry come up my di/h of chaftity , with rofcmary and 
 bayfe. Exit. 
 
 Boult. Come miftris, come your wayes with me. 
 
 Mar. Whither would you have me? 
 
 Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold fo deer. 
 
 Mar. Prithee tell mc one thing firft. 
 
 Boult. Come now, your one thing. 
 
 Mar. What can'ft thou wi(h thine enemy to be ? 
 
 Boult. Why I could wifh him to be my Mafter , or 
 rather my Miftris. 
 
 Mar. Neither of thefe are fo bad as thou art, fince 
 they do better thee in their command ; thou hold'ft 
 a place , for which the painedft fiend in hell would 
 not in reputation change : thou art the damned door- 
 keeper to every cufherel that comes enquiring for his 
 Tib; to the cholerick fifting of every rogue, thy ear is 
 liable , thy food is fuch as hath been belcht on by infe- 
 (ftious lungs. 
 
 Boult. What would you have me do ? go to the warrs, 
 would you , where a man may ferve feven years for the 
 loffe of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to 
 buy him a wooden one ? 
 
 Mar. Do any thing but this thou doft, empty old re- 
 ceptacles, or common-fhores of filth ; ferve by Indenture 
 to the common hangman, any of thefe wayes are yet bet- 
 ter then this : for what thou profeffeft, a Baboon, could he 
 fpeak , would own a name too dear : Oh , that the gods 
 would fafely deliver me from this place : here, here's gold 
 for thee, if that thy Mafter would gain by me, proclaim 
 that I can fing, weave, fowe, and dance, with other ver- 
 tues , which I'le keep from boaft , and will undertake all 
 thefe to teach. I doubt not but this populous City will 
 yield many fchollars. 
 
 Boult. But can you teach all this you fpeak of^'? 
 
 Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, and 
 proftitute me to the bafeft groom that doth frequent your 
 houfe. 
 
 Boult. Well, I will fee what I can do for thee : If I 
 can place thee I will. 
 
 Mar. But amongft honeft women. 
 
 Boult. Faith my acquaintance lies little among them; 
 but fince my mafter and miftris hath bought you, there's 
 no going but by their confent : therefore I will make them 
 acquainted with your purpofe, and I doubt not but I fhall 
 find them traftable enough. Come, I'le do for thee what 
 I can, come your wayes. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Gower. 
 Marina thus the Brot hel j'capes , and chances 
 Into an honeji houfe, our Jlory Jaks ; 
 Shejings lil^e one immortal, and /he dances 
 tAs goddejs- lil^e to her admired laies : 
 'Deep Clear l^s Jhe dumbs, and rrith her needle compofes 
 Natures orrn Jhape, of hud, bird, branch or berry, 
 That e-ven her art, fijlers the natural Rofes, 
 Her Incle, SilJ{ , Trrine, rrith the rubied Qherry, 
 That pupils lacl^s Jhe none of noble race, 
 IVho pour their bounty on her, and her gain 
 She gives the curjed Bared. Lea-ve rre her place, 
 And to her Father turn our thoughts again. 
 Where ree left him at fea, tumbled and toft, 
 And drinjen before the reind, he is arrii/'d 
 Here rrhere his daughter dvels, and on this Coaft, 
 Suppofe him norr at Anchor : the City ftri-v'd 
 C7o(/ Neptunes annual feaft to \eep,fom rrhence 
 Lyfimachus our T ^ r \3.n fhip efpies. 
 His banners J able, trim'd rrith rich expence. 
 And to him in his Barge rrith fer-vour hyes. 
 
 In 
 
Pericles Trince ofTyre. 
 
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 In your Juppojing, once more put your fight 
 On bea-vy Pericles, thinly this his Bar/^, 
 fVhere Trhat is done in aBion ( more of might 
 Shall be dijco^ered) pleajeyoufit and harl^. 
 
 Enter HeUicantUy to him two Saylors. 
 
 Sxit. 
 
 1. Sayl. Where is the Lord Hellicantu ? he can re- 
 folve you. O here he is, fir, there is a Barge put off from 
 Metaline, and in it is Lyfmackus the Governor , who 
 craves to come aboard, what is your will ? 
 
 Hell. That he have his, call up fome gentlemen. 
 
 2 . Sayl. Ho, Gentlemen, my Lord calls. 
 
 Enter trro or three Gentlemen. 
 Hell. Gentlemen, there is fome of worth would come 
 aboard, I pray thee greet them fairly. 
 
 Enter Lyfmachus, 
 
 I. Sayl. Sir, this is the man that can in ought you 
 would, refolve you. 
 
 LyJ. Hail, reverent fir, the gods preferve you. 
 
 Hell. And you to out-live the age I am , and die as I 
 would do. 
 
 Lyj. You wiih me well ; being on fhore , honoring 
 oi Neptunes triumphs, feeing this goodly veffel ride before 
 us, I made to it, to know of whence you are. 
 
 Hell. Firft, what is your place ? 
 
 Lyf. I am the Governor of this place you lie before. 
 
 Hell. Sir, our veffel's of Tyre, in it the King, a man, 
 who for this three months hath not fpoken to any one, 
 nor taken fuftenance, but to prolong his grief. 
 
 LyJ. Upon what ground is his diftemperance ? 
 
 Hell. It would be too tedious to repeat, but the main 
 grief fprings from the lofle of a beloved daughter, and a 
 wife. 
 
 LyJ. May we not fee him ? 
 
 Hell. You may , but bootlefs is your fight, he will not 
 fpeak to any. 
 
 LyJ. Let me obtain my wifh. 
 
 Hell. Behold him , this was a goodly perfon , till the 
 difafter that one mortal wight drove him to this. 
 
 LyJ. Sir King, all hail, the gods preferve you, hail. 
 Royal Sir. 
 
 Hell. It is in vain, he will not fpeak to you. 
 
 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Metaline, I durfl: wager 
 would win fome words from him. 
 
 LyJ. 'Tis well bethought , fhe queftionlefle with her 
 fweet harmony , and other chofen attraftions, would al- 
 lure and make a battery through his defended parts, which 
 now are mid-way ftopt, fhe is all happy, as the faireft of 
 all, and her fellow maids, now upon the levie fhelter that 
 abutts againft the Ifland fide. 
 
 Hell. Sure all effedlefs, yet nothing wee'l omit that 
 bears recoveries name. But fince your kindnefs we have 
 ftrecht thus farre, let us befeech you, that for our gold we 
 may have provifion, wherein we are notdeftitute for want, 
 but weary for the flalenefs. 
 
 LyJ. O, fir, a courtefie, which if we fhould deny, the 
 moft juft God for every graffe would fend a Caterpiller, 
 and fo inflidl our Province : yet once more let me entreat 
 to know at large the caufe of your Kings forrow. 
 
 Hell. Sit, fir, I will recount it to you ; but fee, I am 
 prevented. 
 
 Enter Marina. 
 
 LyJ. O here's the Lady that I fent for. 
 
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 Welcome fair one : Is't not a goodly prefent ? 
 Hell. She's a gallant Lady. 
 LyJ. She's fuch a one, that were I well aflur'd, 
 Came of a gentle kind and noble ftock, 
 I'd wiih no better choife, and think me rarely wed. 
 Fair and all goodneffe that confifts in beauty, 
 Expeft even here, where is a kingly patient. 
 If that thy profperous and artificial fate. 
 Can draw him but to anfwer thee in ought. 
 Thy facred Phyfick ftiall receive fuch pay. 
 As thy defires can wifh. 
 
 Mar. Sir, I will ufe my uttermoft skill in his recovery, 
 provided that none but I and my companion maid, be 
 fuffered to come near him. 
 
 LyJ. Come , let us leave her, and the gods make her 
 profperous. The Song. 
 
 LyJ. Markt he your mufick : 
 Mar. No, nor lookt on us. 
 LyJ. See, fhe will fpeak to him. 
 Mar. Hail, fir, my Lord, lend ear. 
 Per. Hum, ha. 
 
 Mar. I am a maid, my Lord, that nere before invited 
 eyes, but have been gazed on like a Comet: fhe fpeaks,my 
 Lord , that may be , hath endured a grief might equall 
 yours, if both were juftly weighed, though wayward for- 
 tune did maligne my ftate , my derivation was from an- 
 ceftors who ftood equivolent with mighty Kings, but time 
 hath rooted out my parentage, and to the world and auk- 
 ward cafualties, bound me in fervitude, I will defift, but 
 there is fomething glows upon my cheek, and whifpers in 
 mine ear, Go not till he Jpea\. 
 
 Per. My fortunes, parentage , good parentage to equal 
 mine ; was it not thus, what fay you ? 
 
 Mar. I faid, my Lord, if you did know my parentage, 
 you would not do me violence. 
 
 Per. I do think fo, pray you turn your eyes upon me,^ 
 y'are like fome-thing that, what Countrey- women hear of 
 thefe fhews ? 
 
 Mar. No, nor of any fhews, yet I was mortally 
 brought forth, and am no other then I appear. 
 
 Ter. I am great with woe, and fhall deliver weeping: 
 my deareft wife was like this maid , and fuch a one my 
 daughter might have been : my Queens fquare brows, her 
 ftature to an inch, as wand-like flraight, as filver voyc'fl, 
 her eyes as jewel-like , and cafl as richly, in pace another 
 Juno. Who ftarves the ears fhe feeds, and makes them 
 hungry, the more fhe gives them fpeech ; where do you 
 live ? 
 
 Mar. Where I am but a flranger, from the deck you 
 may difcern the place. 
 
 Per. Where were you bred ? and how atchiev'd 
 you thefe endowments which you make more rich 
 to owe ? 
 
 Mar. If I fhould tell my hiftory , it would feem like 
 lies difdain'd in the reporting. 
 
 Per. Prithee fpeak , falfenefTe cannot come from 
 thee , for thou lookeft modeft as Juflice, and thou feem'ft 
 a Pallaz for the crowned truth to dwell in , I will believe 
 thee , and make my fenfes credite thy relation , to 
 points that feem impofTible , for thou look'ft like one 
 I loved indeed ; what were thy friends ? Did'ft thou 
 not flay when I did pufh thee back ; which was when 
 I perceived thee that thou cam'fl from good defcent. 
 Mar. So indeed I did. 
 
 Ter. Report thy parentage, I think thou faid'fl thOu 
 had'fl been tofl fron wrong to injury , and that thoy 
 
 thought'^ 
 
i8 
 
 Pericles Prince of Tyre. 
 
 thought'ft thy griefs might equall mine, if both were o- 
 
 pened. 
 
 cJW<7r. Some fuch thing I faid , and faid no more, 
 but what my thoughts did warrant me was likely. 
 
 Ter. Tell thy (lory , if thine confidered prove the 
 thoufand part of my endurance , thou art a man , and I 
 have fuftered like a girle, yet thou do'ft look like patience, 
 gazing on Kings graves, and fmiling extremity out of 
 adl , what were thy friends ? how loft thou thy name, 
 my moft kind virgin ? recount I do befeech thee, Come 
 fit by me. 
 
 Mar. My name is Marina. 
 
 Ter. Oh I am mockt, and thou by fome infenced god 
 fent hither to make the world to laugh at me. 
 
 Mar. Patience, good fir, or here I'le ceafe. 
 
 Per. Nay I'le be patient, thou little know'ft how thou 
 doeft ftartle me to call thy felf Marina. 
 
 Mar. The name was given me by one that had fome 
 power, my father and a King. 
 
 Per. How, a Kings daughter, and call'd Marina? 
 
 Mar. You faid you would believe me, but not to be a 
 trouble of your peace, I will end here. 
 
 Per. But are you flerti and bloud ? 
 Have you a working pulfe, and are no Fairy ? 
 Motion ? well fpeak on, where were you born ? 
 And wherefore call'd Marina ? 
 
 Mar. Call'd Marina, for I was born at fea. 
 
 Per. At fea ? who was thy mother ? 
 
 Mar. My mother was the Daughter of a King , who 
 died the minute I was born, as my good Nurfe Lychori- 
 da hath oft delivered weeping. 
 
 Per. O flop there a little, this is the rareft dream 
 That ere dull fleep did mock fad fools withall, 
 This cannot be my daughter j buried ! well, where were 
 you bred ? I'le hear you more to the bottome of your ftory 
 and never interrupt you. 
 
 Mar. You fcorn, believe me 'twere beft I did give ore. 
 
 Per. I will believe you by the fyllable of what you 
 /hall deliver , yet give me leave, how came you in thefe 
 parts ? where were you bred .'' 
 
 Mar. The King my Father did in Tharjus leave me. 
 Till cruel Clton with his wicked wife. 
 Did feek to murther me : and having wooed a villain 
 To attempt it, who having drawn to do't, 
 A crew of Pyrats came and refcued me, 
 Brought me to Metaline. 
 
 But,good fir, whether will you have me/ why do you weep? 
 It may be you think me an impofture, no good faith. I am 
 the daughter to King Pericles, if good King Pericles be. 
 
 Per. Hoe, Hellicanui ? 
 
 Hell. Call's my Lord / 
 
 Per. Thou art a grave and noble Counfellor, 
 Moft wife in general , tell me if thou can'ft, what this 
 
 maid is. 
 Or what is like to be , that thus hath made me weep.' 
 
 Hell. I know not, but here's the Regent , fir, oi Me- 
 taline, fpeaks nobly of her. 
 
 Lyf. She never would tell her parentage. 
 Being demanded that, ftie would fit ftill and weep. 
 
 Per. Oh Hellicanui, ftrike me , honored fir, give me 
 a gafti , put me to prefent pain , leaft this great fea of 
 joyes ruftiing upon me , ore-bear the fhores of my mor- 
 tality , and drown me with their fweetnefife : Oh come 
 hither. 
 
 Thou that beget'ft him that did thee beget. 
 Thou that waft born at fea, buried at Tharjus, 
 
 And found at fea again : O Hellicanui, 
 Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud 
 As thunder threatens us ; this is Marina. 
 What was thy mothers name ? tell mc but that. 
 For truth can never be confirm'd enough. 
 Though doubts did ever fleep. 
 
 Mar. Firft, fir, I pray what is your Title ? 
 
 Per. I am Pericles oi Tyre, but tell me now my 
 Droun'd Queens name, as in the reft you faid, 
 Thou haft bin god-like perfect, the heir of Kingdomes, 
 And another like to Pericles thy father. 
 
 Mar. Is it not more to be your daughter, then to fay, 
 my Mothers name is Thai/a ? . Thai/a was my mother, 
 who did end the minute 1 began. 
 
 Per. Now blefling on thee, rife, thou art my child. 
 Give me frefh gnrments, mine own Hellicanus, fhe is not 
 dead at Tbarjus , as fiie ftiould have been by favage 
 Cleon , /he /?iall tell thee all, when thou /halt kneel, and 
 juftifie in knowledge , /he is thy very Princes ; who is 
 this ? 
 
 Hell. Sir, 'tis thee Governor of Metaline , wh o hear- 
 ing of your melanchoUy, did come to fee you. 
 
 Per. I embrace you; give me my robes; 
 I am wild in my beholding. Oh heaven ble/Te my girle. 
 But hark, what Mufick's this Hellicanui? my Marina, 
 Tell him ore point by point, for yet he feems to doat, 
 How fure you are my daughter ; bnt where's this mufick? 
 
 Hell. My Lord, I hear none. 
 
 P^r. None? the mufick of the fphears, lift my Marina. 
 
 Lyf. It is not good to cro/Te him, give him way. 
 
 Per. Rareft founds, do ye not hear } 
 
 LyJ. Mufick, my Lord, I hear. 
 
 Per. Moft heavenly mufick, 
 It nips me unto liftning, and thick flumber 
 Hangs upon mine eyes, let me reft, 
 
 Lyf. A pillow for his head, fo leave him all. 
 Well my companion friends, if this but anfwer to my 
 juft belief, I'le well remember you. 
 
 ABus Quintus, 
 
 Diana. 
 
 Diana. My Temple ftands in Epheftu, 
 Hie thee thither, and do upon mine Altar facrifice. There 
 when my maiden priefts are met together, before all the 
 people reveale how thou at fea did'ft lofe thy wife , to 
 mourn thy croffes with thy daughters call , and give 
 them rcpitition to the like : or performe my bidding , or 
 thou liveft in woe : do't, and happy by my filver bow; 
 awake and tell thy dream. 
 
 Ter. Celeftial Dian, Goddefs Argentine, 
 I will obey thee : Hellicanui. 
 
 Per. My purpofe was for Tharfus, there to ftrike 
 The inhofpitable Cleon , but I am for other fervice firft, 
 Toward Epheftu turn our blown fayls, 
 Eftfoons I'le tell why, /hall we refre/h us, fir, upon your 
 /hore, and give you gold for fuch provifion as our intents 
 will need. 
 
 Lyf. Sir, with all my heart, and when you come a/hore, 
 I have another fleight. 
 
 Tericl. You /hall prevaile , were it to wooe my 
 
 daughter^ 
 
Pericles 'Vrince of Tyri. :, 
 
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 daughter , for it feems you have been noble towards her. 
 Lyf. Sir, lend me your arme. 
 Ter. Come, my Marina. Exeunt. 
 
 Enter Gower. 
 
 A'btr our funds are almoft run, 
 
 More a little, and then dum. 
 
 Tl}is my laji boon give me, 
 
 Forjuch ^indnejs muR relie-ve me: 
 
 'That you aptly rrill Jufpoj'e, 
 
 Pf^at pageantry, ipbat feats, tvhat fhews. 
 
 What Minfirelfie, vchat pretty din. 
 
 The Regent made in Metalin, 
 
 To greet the King ; fo he thrived. 
 
 That he is promijed to he willed 
 
 To fair Marina, but in no nife , 
 
 Till he had done his facrifice. 
 
 As Dian bad, ivbereto being bound. 
 
 The Interim pray, you all confound. 
 
 In f ether d brief nefs fayh are flFd, 
 
 And irifhes fall out as their vriird. 
 
 At Ephefus the Temple fee. 
 
 Our King, and all his company. 
 
 That he can hither come jo foon. 
 
 Is by your fancies than\full doom. Exit. 
 
 Enter Pericles, hyfimachus, HelHcanus, 
 czarina, and others. 
 
 Per. Hail Dian, to performe thy jufl, command, 
 I here confefs my felf the King of Tyre. 
 Who frighted from my Country, did wed at Pentapolis, 
 the fair Thaifa , at fea in childbed died flie, but brought 
 forth a Maid childe called Marina , whom, O goddefle, 
 wears yet thy filver livery, flie at Tharfus was nurft with 
 Clean, who at fourteen years he fought to murder, but her 
 better ftars brought her to Metaline, 'gainft whofe /hore 
 riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard to us, where 
 by her own moft clear remembrance , fhe made known 
 her felf my daughter. 
 
 Ti6. Voice and favour, you are, you are, O royal Pericles. 
 
 Pfr.What means the woman? fhe dies, help gentlemen. 
 
 Cer. Sir, if you have told Diana's Altar true, this is 
 your wife. 
 
 Per. Reverend appearer , no, I threw her over-board 
 with thefe very armes. 
 
 Qer. Upon this Coaft, I warrant you. 
 
 Per. 'Tis moft certain. 
 
 Cer. Look to the Lady ; O /he's but overjoy'd. 
 Early in bluft'ring morn , this Lady was thrown upon 
 this ihore. I opened the Coffin, found thefe rich jewels, 
 recovered her, and placed her here in 'Diana's Temple. 
 
 Per. May we fee them ? 
 
 Cer. Great fir, they ftiall be brought you to my houfe, 
 whether I invite you, look, Thaifa is recovered. 
 
 Thai. O let me look if he none of mine, my fanftity 
 will to my fence bend no licentious ear, but curb it fpight 
 of feeing: O my Lord, are you not Pericles? like him 
 you fpeak, like him you are : did you not name a tem- 
 peft, a birth, and death ? 
 
 Per. The voice of dead Thaifa. 
 
 Thai. That Thaifa am I, fuppofed dead and drown'd. 
 
 Per. Immortal Dian ! 
 
 Thai.tiow I know you better, when we with tears part- 
 ed Pentapolis, the King my father gave yon fuch a ring. 
 
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 Per. This , this , no more , you gods , your prefeu 
 kindneffe makes my paft miferies fport, you /hall do 
 well , that on the touching of her lips I may melt , and 
 no more be feen ; O come, be buried a fecond time with- 
 in thefe armes. 
 
 cJWar. My heart leaps to be gone into my mothers 
 bofonie. 
 
 Per. Look who kneels here, fle/h of thy flc/h, Thaifa, 
 thy burden at the fea , and call'd Marina , for /he was 
 yielded there. 
 
 Thai. Bleft, and mine own. 
 
 Hell. Hail Madam, and my Queen. 
 
 Thai. I know you not. 
 
 Per. You have heard me fay when I did flye from 
 Tyre, I left behind an ancient fubftitute ; can you remem- 
 ber what I call'd the man, I have nam'd him oft. 
 
 Thai. 'Twas HelHcanus then. 
 
 Per. Still confirmation , embrace him dear Thaifa, 
 this is he , now do I long to hear how you were found ? 
 how pofTibly prelerved .'' and who to thank ( befides the 
 gods ) for this great miracle ? 
 
 Thai. Lord Cerimon , my Lord , this man through 
 whom the gods have /hewn their power , that can from 
 firft to laft refolve you. 
 
 Per. Reverend fir, the gods can have no mortal offi- 
 cer more like a god then you, will you deliver how this 
 dead Queen re-lives ? 
 
 Cer. I will, my Lord, befeech you firft go with me un- 
 to my houfe, where /hall be /hewn you all was found with 
 her j how /he came plac'ft here in the Temple , no need- 
 full thing omitted. 
 
 Per. Pure Dian ble/Te thee for thy vifion , I will offer 
 night oblations to thee; Thaifa,X.\ns Prince, the fair be- 
 trothed of your daughter, /hall marry at Pentapolis , and 
 now this ornament that makes me look difmal, will 1 clip 
 to forme, and what this fourteen years no razor toucht, 
 to grace thy marriage day, I'le beautifie. 
 
 Thai. Lord Qerimon hath letters of good credit. Sir, 
 my father's dead. 
 
 Per. Heavens make a Star of him, yet here, my Queen, 
 we'll celebrate their Nuptials , and our felves will in that 
 kingdome fpend our following dayes ; our fon and 
 daughter /hall in Tyrus reign. 
 
 Lord Cerimon, we do our longing ftay. 
 
 To hear the reft untold, Sir, lead's the way. 
 
 Exeunt omnes. 
 Enter Gower, 
 
 In Antiochus and his daughter, you ha-ve heard 
 
 Of monflrous lufi, the due and jufl rtvuardi 
 
 In Pericles his Queen and daughter jeen. 
 
 Although afjayVd reith Fortune ferce and l{_een, 
 Vertue preferred from fell defiruElions blafi. 
 Led on by hea-ven, and crotcnd with joy at lafi. 
 
 In Hellicanus may you rrell defcry, 
 
 eA figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty : 
 
 In re-verend Cerimon there tvell appears. 
 
 The irorth that learned charity aye rvears. 
 For vpickjd Cleon and his mfe, when Fame 
 Had fpread their curfed deed, and honor'd name 
 
 Of Pericles, to rage the City turn. 
 
 That him and his, they in his Pallace burn : 
 
 The gods for murder feemed fo content. 
 
 To punifh, although not done, but meant. 
 So on your patiences e-ver more attending, 
 Nero joy rvait on you, here our play bath ending. 
 
 THE 
 
20 
 
 THE 
 
 ACTORS 
 
 3^ <iA m: E s. 
 
 tAnt'sochui a Tyrant o/" Greece. 
 Uefferides daughter to Antiochus. 
 Pericles Prince of Tyre. 
 Hellicanus. j ,^^ ^^^^ .^ 
 Efcanes. ] ■' 
 
 Thaliard Jervant to Antiochus. 
 Cleon Goiiernor o/"Tharfus. 
 Dionijia tvife to Cleon. 
 Symonides King o/Pentapolis. 
 Thai/a daughter to Symonides. 
 Marina daughter to Pericles and Thai/a. 
 Lychorida Nurje to ePKarina. 
 
 Lyfimachus Qo-uernor of Metaline. 
 
 Cerimon a Lord o/"Ephefus. 
 
 Philolen daughter to Cleon, 
 
 Leonine a Murtherer,fer'vant to Dionijia. 
 
 Diana, a goddejs appearing to Pericles. 
 
 Gorrer. 
 
 Lords &c. 
 
 Knights tilting in Honor of Thai/a. 
 
 Say lor s. 
 
 Py rates. 
 
 Fijhermen. 
 
 a^effengers. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
14 DAY USE 
 
 RETURN TO DESK FROM WHICH BORROWED 
 
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