« ZurückWeiter »
Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
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
O, here he is.
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
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.
Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the King ;
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.
This was a goodly person
Lys. Sir king, all hail! The gods preserve
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,
Which now are midway stopp'd.
[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
Sir, I will use
Come, let us leave her ; And the gods make her prosperous !
No, nor look'd on us.
(Pushing her back.]
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
So indeed I did.
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
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,
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
It may be,
I am the daughter to King Pericles,
(Per.] Ho, Helicanus !
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
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
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
Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter than
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
Hel. Sir, 't is the governor of Mytilene,
I embrace you.
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 ?
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
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 ?
You shall prevail,
Sir, lend me your arm. Per. Come, my Marina. [Exeunt. 265
At Ephesus the temple see,
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,
HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady.)
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,
Reverend appearer, no.
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 !
Per. Immortal Dian!
ow I know you better,
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.
When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
(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 ;
Blest, and mine own!
I know you not. Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly
'T was Helicanus then.
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.