Lys. I did not think

Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou

could'st.

Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
Perséver still in that clear way, thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!

Mar. The gods preserve you!
Lys. For me, be you thoughten

That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.-
Hold; here's more gold for thee.—

A curse upon him, die he like a thief,

That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from me, It shall be for thy good.

[AS LYSIMACHUS is putting up

enters.

his purse, BOULT

Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me.
Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your house,

But for this virgin that doth prop it up,

Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away!

[Exit LYSIMACHUS.

Boult. How's this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole househould, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.

Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven

your ways, I say.

Re-enter Bawd.

Bawd. How now! what's the matter?

Come your away. Come

Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus.

Bawd. O abominable!

Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods.

[4] This expression occurs in The Tempest:

--thy mother was

STEEVENS.

"A piece of virtue."

Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever!

Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman; and she sent him away as cold as a snow-ball; saying his prayers too.

Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure : crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.

Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed.

Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!

Bawd. She conjures away with her.-Would she had never come within my doors!-Marry hang you!—She's born to undo us.-Will you not go the way of womenkind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. Mar. Whither would you have me?

Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first.

Boult. Come now, your one thing.

Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be?

Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress.

Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art,
Since they do better thee in their command.

Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend
Of hell would not in reputation change :

Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel
That hither comes inquiring for his tib;

To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy ear
Is liable; thy very food is such

As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.

Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve seven years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one?

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty

Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;

Serve by indenture to the common hangman;

Any of these ways are better yet than this:
For that which thou professest, a baboon,
Could he but speak, would own a name too dear.
O that the gods would safely from this place
Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee.

If that thy master would gain aught by me,
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, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will.

Mar. But, amongst honest women?

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

ACT V.

Enter GoWER.

Gow. Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and chances Into an honest house, our story says.

She sings like one immortal, and she dances

As goddess-like to her admired lays :

Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld com

poses

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 ;

[5] So, in a Midsummer-Night's Dream:

"Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
"To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
"Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,

"Make periods in the midst of sentences,

"Throttle their practis'd accents in their fears,

"And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
"Not paying me a welcome."

These passages are compared only on account of the similarity of expression, the sentiments being very different. Theseus confounds those who address him by his superior dignity; Marina silences the learned persons with whom she converses, by her literary superiority.

[6] Neeld for needle.

MALONE.
MALONE.

inkle, as I am informed, anciently signified a particular kind of crewel or worsted with which ladies worked flowers, &c. STEEVENS.

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That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
And to her father turn our thoughts again,

Where we left him, on the sea. We there him

lost;

Whence, driven before the winds, he is 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 whenc
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies.

His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expence ;
And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your supposing once more put your sight;
Of heavy Pericles think this the bark:
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark.

SCENE I.

[Exit.

On board PERICLES' Ship, off Mitylene. A close Pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; PERICLES within it, reclined on a Couch. A Barge lying beside the Tyrian Vessel. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian Vessel, the other to the Barge; to them HELICANUS.

Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene.

O, here he is.

་

Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene.

And in it is Lysimachus the governor,

Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?
Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.
Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.

Enter Two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call?

Hel. Gentlemen,

There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray you, To greet them fairly.

[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the Barge.

[8] The citizens vied with each other in celebrating the feast of Neptune.

MALONE.

Enter, from thence LYSIMACHUS and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, 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 out-live the age I am,

And die as I would do.

Lys. You wish me well.

Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,

I made to it, to know of whence you are.

Hel. First, sir, what is your place?

Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before.
Hel. Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken
Το any one, nor taken sustenance,

But to prorogue his grief.

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief of all springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lys. May we not see him then?

Hel. You may indeed, sir,

But bootless is your sight; he will not speak

To any.

Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.

Hel. Behold him, sir: [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 you! Hail, Hail, royal sir!

Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.

1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him.

Lys. 'Tis well bethought.

She, questionless, with her sweet harmony,
And other choice attractions, would allure,

And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
Which now are midway stopp'd :9

[9] So in Antony and Cleopatra:

"Make battery to our ears with the loud music."

HOLT WHITE.