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Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
And I will undertake all these to teach.
I doubt not but this populous city will
Yield many scholars.

Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home

again, And prostitute me to the basest groom That doth frequent your house.

Boult. Well, will see what I can do for thee. If I can place thee, I will.

Mar. But amongst honest women.

Boult. Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress hath bought you, there's no going but by their consent. Therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. 212



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O, here he is.
Sir, there's a barge put off from Mytilene,
And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your

will ? Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentle [Tyr.] Sail. Ho, gentlemen ! my lord calls.

Enter two or three GENTLEMEN. 1. Gent. Doth your lordship call ? Hel. Gentlemen, there's some of worth would

come aboard; I pray, greet him fairly.

[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors

descend, and go on board the

barge.) Enter LYSIMACHUS (and LORDS; with the Gen

tlemen and the two Sailors). [Tyr. Sail.] Sir, This is the man that can, in aught you would, Resolve you. Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve

you ! Hel. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am, 15 And die as I would do. Lys.

You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's tri

umphs, Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are. Hel. First, what is your place ? Lys. I am the governor of this place you lie





Hel. Sir,



Enter GOWER.
Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and

Into an honest house, our story says.
She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays.
Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld

composes Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or

berry, That even her art sisters the natural roses. Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry, That pupils lacks she none of noble race, Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain 10 She gives the cursed bawd

lere we her place; And to her father turn our thoughts again, Where we left him, on the sea. We there him

lost; Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd Here where his daughter dwells; and on this

coast Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd God Neptune's annual feast to keep; from

whence Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies, His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense; And to him in his barge with fervour hies. In your supposing once more put your sight. Of heavy Pericles think this his bark, Where what is done in action, more, if might, Shall be discover'd. Please you, sit and hark.

(Exit. (SCENE I. On board Pericles' ship, Off Myti

lene. A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it: Pericles within it, reclined on a

couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel.] Enter two Sailors (one belonging to the Typrian

vessel, the other to the barge); to them HELICANUS. [Tyr.] Sail. [To the Sailor of Mytilene.) Where

is Lord Helicanus ? He can resolve you.


To any;


Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the King ;
A man who for this three months hath not

To any one, nor taken sustenance
But to prorogue his grief.
Lys. Upon what ground is his distempera-

ture ?
Hel. ’T would be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief springs from the loss
Of_a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lys. May we not see him ?

Hel. You may ; But bootless is your sight. He will not speak

Lys.) Yet let me obtain my wish.
(Hel. Behold him. (Pericles discovered.)

This was a goodly person
Till the disaster that, one mortal night,
Drove him to this.

Lys. Sir king, all hail! The gods preserve
Hail, royal sir !
Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to

you. 1. Lord. Sir, We have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him. Lys.

'T is well bethought. She questionless with her sweet harmony And other chosen attractions, would allure, And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,









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Which now are midway stopp'd.
She is all happy as the fairest of all,
And, (with] her fellow maids, [is] now upon
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side.

[Whispers a Lord, who goes off in

the barge of Lysimachus.] Hel. Sure, all 's effectless; yet nothing we 'll

omit That bears recovery's name. But, since your

kindness We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech That for our gold we may provision have, Wherein we are not destitute for want, But weary for the staleness. Lys.

O, sir, a courtesy Which if we should deny, the most just God For every

graff would send a caterpillar, And so inflict our province. Yet once more Let me entreat to know at large the cause Of your king's sorrow.

Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you. But, see, I am prevented. (Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, with MARINA,

and a young Lady.] Lys.

O, here's The lady, that I sent for. Welcome, fair

one! - Is 't not a goodly presence ? Hel.

She's a gallant lady. Lys. She's such a one, that, were I well

assur'd Carne of a gentle kind and noble stock, I'd wish no better choice, and think me rarely

Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty 70
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient.
If that thy prosperous and artificial feat
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
That none but I and my companion maid
Be suffered to come near him.

Come, let us leave her ; And the gods make her prosperous !

(Marina sings.
Lys. Mark'd he your music ?

No, nor look'd on us.
Lys. See, she will speak to him.
Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.
Per. Hum, ha!

(Pushing her back.]
Mar. I am a maid,
My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gaz'd on like a comet. She

My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh’d.
Though wayward fortune did malign my

My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings;
But time bath rooted out my parentage,

And to the world and awkward casualties Bound me in servitude. (Aside.) I will deBut there is something glows upon my cheek, And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he Per. My fortunes — parentage - good par

entageTo equal mine! Was it not thus ? What say

yo ? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my

parentage, You would not do me violence. Per. I do think so. Pray you, turn your eyes

upon me. You are like something that – What country

woman? Here of these shores? Mar.

No, nor of any shores; Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am No other than I appear. Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver

weeping: My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a My daughter might have been. My queen's

square brows; Her stature to

wand-like straight; As silver-voic'á; her eyes as jewel-like And cas'd as richly; in pace another Juno; Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes

them hungry, The more she gives them speech. Where do Mar. Where I am but a stranger. From the

deck You may discern the place. Per.

Where were you bred ? And how achiev'd you these endowments,

which You make more rich to owe ?

Mar. If I should tell my history, it would Like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Per.

Prithee, speak. Falseness cannot come from thee ; for thou

look'st Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace For the crown'd Truth to dwell in. I will be

lieve thee, And make (my) senses credit thy relation To points that seem impossible ; for thou look'st Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy

friends? Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back Which was when I perceiv'd thee that thou

From good descending?

So indeed I did.
Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou

said'st Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, And that thou thought'st thy griefs might

equal mine, If both were opened. Mar.

Some such thing

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said, and said no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely. Per.

Tell thy story ; 135 If thine considered prove the thousandth part Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I Have suffered like a girl. Yet thou dost look Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and

smiling Extremity out of act. What were thy friends ? How lost thou (them ?] Thy name, my most

kind virgin? Recount, I do beseech thee. Come, sit by me.

Mar. My name is Marina.

O, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world to laugh at me.

Patience, good sir, Or here I 'll cease. Per.

Nay, I'll be patient. Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, To call thyself Marina.

Mar. The name Was given me by one that had some power, 160 My father, and a king. Per.

How! a king's daughter? And call'd Marina ?

Mar. You said you would believe me; But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. Per.

But are you flesh and blood ? Have you a working pulse, and are no fairy ? Motion? Well; speak on. Where were you

born ? And wherefore call'd Marina ? Mar.

Call’d Marina For I was born at sea.

At sea! What mother ? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king, Who died the minute I was born, As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft Delivered weeping. Per.

O, stop there a little ! (Aside.) This is the rarest dream that e'er dull

sleep Did mock sad fools withal. This cannot be; My daughter 's buried. Well, where were you

bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your

story, And never interrupt you. Mar. You scorn. Believe me, 't were best I

did give o'er. Per. I will believe you by the syllable Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave, How came you in these parts? Where were you

bred ? Mar. The King my father did in Tarsus leave

me; Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, Did seek to murder me; and having wooed A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to

A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mytilene. But, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep ?

It may be,
You think me an impostor. No, good faith ;

I am the daughter to King Pericles,
If good King Pericles be.

(Per.] Ho, Helicanus !
Hel. Calls my lord ?

Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general ; tell me, if thou canst, 185
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?

I know not; but Here is the regent, sir, of Mytilene Speaks nobly of her. Lys.

She never would tell Her parentage. Being demanded that, She would sit still and weep.

Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honoured sir ; Give me a gash, put me to present pain; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me O’erbear the shores of my mortality, And drown me with their sweetness. O, come

Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus,
And found at sea again! O Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods as loud
As thunder threatens us. This is Marina.
What was thy mother's name? Tell me but

For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.

First, sir, I pray, What is your title ?

Per. I'am Pericles of Tyre; but tell me now My drown'd queen's name, as in the rest you

Thou hast been godlike perfect,
The heir of kingdoms and another like
To Pericles thy father.

Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter than
To say my mother's name was Thaisa ?
Thaisa was my mother, who did end
The minute I began.

Per. Now, blessing on thee! Rise, thou art Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus; She is not dead at Tarsus, as she should have

been, By savage Cleon. She shall tell thee all; When thou shalt kneel, and justify in know

She is thy very princess. Who is this?

Hel. Sir, 't is the governor of Mytilene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.

I embrace you.
Give me my robes. I am wild in my beholding.
O beavens bless my girl! But, hark, what

music? Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt, How sure you are my daughter. But, what

music? Hel. My lord, I hear none.

Per. None! The music of the spheres! List, my Marina. Lys. It is not good to cross him ; give him

way. Per. Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear ?




my child.






Lys. Music, my lord ? I hear.

Per. Most heavenly music! It nips me unto listening, and thick slumber 235 Hangs upon mine eyes. Let me rest. (Sleeps.]

Lys. A pillow for his head. So, leave him all. Well, my companion friends, If this but answer to my just belief, I'll well remember you.

(Exeunt all but Pericles.] DIANA (appears to Pericles as in a vision). Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus ; hie thee

thither, And do upon mine altar sacrifice. There, when my maiden priests are met to

gether, Before the people all, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife. 246 To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call And give them repetition to the life. Or perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe ; Do it, and happy, by my silver bow. Awake, and tell thy dream. [Disappears.] 250

Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine, I will obey thee. Helicanus ! (Re-enter HELICANUS, LYSIMACHUS, and MA

RINA.) Hel.

Sir? Per. My purpose was for Tarsus, there to

strike The inhospitable Cleon; but I am For other service first. Toward Ephesus Turn our blown sails ; eftsoons I'll tell thee

why. (To Lysimachus.) Shall we refresh us, sir, upon And give you gold for such provision As our intents will need ?

Lys. Sir,
With all my heart; and, when you come ashore,
I have another suit.

You shall prevail,
Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems
You have been noble towards her.

Sir, lend me your arm. Per. Come, my Marina. [Exeunt. 265


At Ephesus the temple see,
Our king and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,

Is by your fancy's thankful doom. (Exit. 20 [SCENE III. The temple of Diana at Ephesus ;

THAisA standing near the altar, as high priestess; a number of Virgins on each side ; CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending. Enter PERICLES, with his train: LYSIMACHUS,

Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just com-

I here confess myself the King of Tyre;
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.
At sea in childbed died she, but brought

forth A maid-child callid Marina ; who, O goddess, Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus Was nurs'd with Cleon; who at fourteen

years He sought to murder; but her better stars Brought her to Mytilene, 'gainst whose shore 10 Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard

us, Where, by her own most clear remembrance,

she Made known herself my daughter. Thai.

Voice and favour ! You are, you are - O royal Pericles ! [Faints.) Per. What means the nun? She dies ! Help,

Cer. Noble sir,
If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.

Reverend appearer, no.
I threw her overboard with these very arms.

Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.

'T is most certain. Cer. Look to the lady ; 0, she's but over

joy'd. Early in blustering morn this lady was Thrown upon this shore. I op'd the coffin, Found there rich jewels; recovered her, and Here in Diana's temple. Per.

May we see them? 25 Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to

my house, Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is Recovered.

Thai. 0, let me look! If he be none of mine, my sanctity Will to my sense bend no licentious ear, But curb it, spite of seeing. 0, my lord, Are you not Pericles ? Like him you spake, Like him you are! Did you not name a tem

pest, A birth, and death? Per.

The voice of dead Thaisa !
Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
And drown'd.

Per. Immortal Dian!

ow I know you better,


your shore,



plac'd her



SCENE II. Enter Gower, before the temple of

Diana at Ephesus.] Gow. Now our sands are almost run; More a little, and then dumb. This, my last boon, give me, For such kindness must relieve me, That you aptly will suppose What pageantry, what feats, what shows, What minstrelsy, and pretty din, The regent made in Mytilene To greet the King. So he thrived, That he is promis'd to be wived To fair Marina, but in no wise Till he had done his sacrifice, As Dian bade; whereto being bound, The interim, pray you, all confound. In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd, And wishes fall out as they 're will'd.




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When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
The King my father gave you such a ring.

(Shows a ring.) Per. This, this. No more, you gods! Your

present kindness Makes my past miseries sports. You shall do

well, That on the touching of her lips I may Melt and no more be seen. 0, come, be buried A second time within these arms. Mar.

My heart Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.

(Kneels to Thaisa.] Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy

flesh, Thaisa ;
Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina
For she was yielded there.

Blest, and mine own!
Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!

I know you not. Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly

from Tyre,
I left behind an ancient substitute.
Can you remember what I call'd the man ?
I have nam'd him oft.

'T was Helicanus then.
Per. Still confirmation !
Embrace him, dear Thaisa ; this is he.
Now do I long to hear how you were found,
How possibly preserv'd, and who to thank,
Besides the gods, for this great miracle.

Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord ; this man, Through whom the gods have shown their

power; that can From first to last resolve you. Per.

Reverend sir, The gods can have no mortal officer More like a god than you. Will you deliver How this dead queen re-lives? Cer.

I will, my lord. Beseech you, first go with me to my house, Where shall be shown you all was found with

her, How she came plac'd here in the temple ; No needful thing omitted.

Per. Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa, This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now, This ornament Makes me look dismal will I clip to form: And what this fourteen years

touch'd, To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify. Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good

credit, sir, My father is dead. Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet

there, my queen, We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves to Will in that kingdom spend our following days. Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay To hear the rest untold. Sir, lead 's the


(Exeunt.) [Enter GOWER.) Gow. In Antiochus and his daughter you

have hea Of monstrous lust the due and just reward. In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen, Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen, Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at

last. In Helicanus may you well descry A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty. In reverend Cerimon there well appears The worth that learned charity aye wears. For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd Of Pericles, to rage the city turn, That him and his they in his palace burn; The gods for murder seemed so content To punish them; although not done, but

meant. So, on your patience evermore attending, New joy wait on you! Here our play has end ing.



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