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The nautical tale of a wandering prince, Pericles is narrated by John Gower, a poet from the English past. Gower explains that Pericles, Prince of Tyre, hopes to win the hand of a princess in Antioch. When Pericles learns that she and the king, her father, are lovers, he flees for his life.
Pericles brings grain to Tarsus during a famine, but loses his ships and men in a storm. In Pentapolis, Pericles wins a tournament and marries the king’s daughter, Thaisa. With Thaisa pregnant, she and Pericles sail for Tyre. Thaisa bears a daughter, Marina, at sea, but apparently dies. Her coffin drifts ashore at Ephesus, where she is revived and becomes a priestess of Diana.
Pericles leaves the baby Marina with the king and queen of Tarsus. Fourteen years later, Marina, kidnapped by pirates, is sold to a brothel, but her eloquence protects her. Told that she has died, a grief-stricken Pericles rediscovers her. Guided by a vision from the goddess Diana, Pericles and Marina reunite with Thaisa.
ACT 1
1 Chorus
From ashes ancient Gower is come ,
Assuming man’s infirmities
To glad your ear and please your eyes .
It hath been sung at festivals ,
On ember eves and holy days ,
And lords and ladies in their lives
Have read it for restoratives .
The purchase is to make men glorious ,
Et bonum quo antiquius , eo melius .
If you , born in these latter times
When wit’s more ripe , accept my rhymes ,
And that to hear an old man sing
May to your wishes pleasure bring ,
I life would wish , and that I might
Waste it for you like taper light .
This Antioch , then : Antiochus the Great
Built up this city for his chiefest seat ,
The fairest in all Syria .
I tell you what mine authors say .
This king unto him took a peer ,
Who died and left a female heir
[9] ACT 1. SC. 1 So buxom , blithe , and full of face
As heaven had lent her all his grace ;
With whom the father liking took
And her to incest did provoke .
Bad child , worse father ! To entice his own
To evil should be done by none .
But custom what they did begin
Was with long use accounted no sin .
The beauty of this sinful dame
Made many princes thither frame
To seek her as a bedfellow ,
In marriage pleasures playfellow ;
Which to prevent he made a law
To keep her still , and men in awe ,
That whoso asked her for his wife ,
His riddle told not , lost his life .
So for her many a wight did die ,
As yon grim looks do testify .
What now ensues , to the judgment of your eye
I give my cause , who best can justify .
Scene 1
The danger of the task you undertake .
Emboldened with the glory of her praise
Think death no hazard in this enterprise .
[11]ACT 1. SC. 1
Bring in our daughter , clothèd like a bride
For embracements even of Jove himself ,
At whose conception , till Lucina reigned ,
Nature this dowry gave : to glad her presence ,
The senate house of planets all did sit
To knit in her their best perfections .
Graces her subjects , and her thoughts the king
Of every virtue gives renown to men !
Her face the book of praises , where is read
Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence
Sorrow were ever razed , and testy wrath
Could never be her mild companion .
You gods that made me man , and sway in love ,
That have inflamed desire in my breast
To taste the fruit of yon celestial tree
Or die in th’ adventure , be my helps ,
As I am son and servant to your will ,
To compass such a boundless happiness .
With golden fruit , but dangerous to be touched ;
For deathlike dragons here affright thee hard .
Her face , like heaven , enticeth thee to view
Her countless glory , which desert must gain ;
And which without desert , because thine eye
Presumes to reach , all the whole heap must die .
[13] ACT 1. SC. 1
Yon sometimes famous princes , like thyself ,
Drawn by report , advent’rous by desire ,
Tell thee with speechless tongues and semblance pale
That , without covering save yon field of stars ,
Here they stand martyrs slain in Cupid’s wars ,
And with dead cheeks advise thee to desist
For going on death’s net , whom none resist .
My frail mortality to know itself ,
And by those fearful objects to prepare
This body , like to them , to what I must .
For death remembered should be like a mirror
Who tells us life’s but breath , to trust it error .
I’ll make my will , then , and as sick men do
Who know the world , see heaven but , feeling woe ,
Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did ;
So I bequeath a happy peace to you
And all good men , as every prince should do ;
My riches to the earth from whence they came ,
you . —
Thus ready for the way of life or death ,
I wait the sharpest blow .
Which read and not expounded , ’tis decreed ,
As these before thee , thou thyself shalt bleed .
Of all ’sayed yet , I wish thee happiness .
Nor ask advice of any other thought
But faithfulness and courage .
[15] ACT 1. SC. 1
I am no viper , yet I feed
On mother’s flesh which did me breed .
I sought a husband , in which labor
I found that kindness in a father .
He’s father , son , and husband mild ;
I mother , wife , and yet his child .
How they may be , and yet in two ,
As you will live resolve it you .
That gives heaven countless eyes to view men’s acts ,
Why cloud they not their sights perpetually
If this be true which makes me pale to read it ?
Fair glass of light , I loved you , and could still
Were not this glorious casket stored with ill .
But I must tell you now my thoughts revolt ;
For he’s no man on whom perfections wait
That , knowing sin within , will touch the gate .
You are a fair viol , and your sense the strings
Who , fingered to make man his lawful music ,
Would draw heaven down and all the gods to
hearken ;
But , being played upon before your time ,
Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime .
Good sooth , I care not for you .
For that’s an article within our law
As dangerous as the rest . Your time’s expired .
Either expound now or receive your sentence .
Few love to hear the sins they love to act .
’Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it .
Who has a book of all that monarchs do ,
He’s more secure to keep it shut than shown .
For vice repeated is like the wand’ring wind ,
Blows dust in others’ eyes to spread itself ;
[17] ACT 1. SC. 1 And yet the end of all is bought thus dear :
The breath is gone , and the sore eyes see clear
To stop the air would hurt them . The blind mole casts
Copped hills towards heaven , to tell the Earth is
thronged
By man’s oppression , and the poor worm doth die
for ’t .
Kings are Earth’s gods ; in vice their law’s their will ;
And if Jove stray , who dares say Jove doth ill ?
It is enough you know ; and it is fit ,
What being more known grows worse , to smother it .
All love the womb that their first being bred ;
Then give my tongue like leave to love my head .
meaning .
But I will gloze with him . — Young Prince of Tyre ,
Though by the tenor of our strict edict ,
Your exposition misinterpreting ,
We might proceed to cancel of your days ,
Yet hope , succeeding from so fair a tree
As your fair self , doth tune us otherwise .
Forty days longer we do respite you ,
If by which time our secret be undone ,
This mercy shows we’ll joy in such a son .
And until then , your entertain shall be
As doth befit our honor and your worth .
When what is done is like an hypocrite ,
The which is good in nothing but in sight .
If it be true that I interpret false ,
Then were it certain you were not so bad
As with foul incest to abuse your soul ;
Where now you’re both a father and a son
[19] ACT 1. SC. 1 By your untimely claspings with your child ,
Which pleasures fits a husband , not a father ,
And she an eater of her mother’s flesh
By the defiling of her parents’ bed ;
And both like serpents are , who , though they feed
On sweetest flowers , yet they poison breed .
Antioch , farewell , for wisdom sees those men
Blush not in actions blacker than the night
Will ’schew no course to keep them from the light .
One sin , I know , another doth provoke ;
Murder’s as near to lust as flame to smoke .
Poison and treason are the hands of sin ,
Ay , and the targets to put off the shame .
Then , lest my life be cropped to keep you clear ,
By flight I’ll shun the danger which I fear .
For which we mean to have his head .
He must not live to trumpet forth my infamy ,
Nor tell the world Antiochus doth sin
In such a loathèd manner .
And therefore instantly this prince must die ,
For by his fall my honor must keep high . —
Who attends us there ?
And our mind partakes her private actions
To your secrecy ; and for your faithfulness
We will advance you , Thaliard . Behold ,
Here’s poison , and here’s gold . He gives poison and
money . We hate the Prince
Of Tyre , and thou must kill him . It fits thee not
[21] ACT 1. SC. 2 To ask the reason why : because we bid it .
Say , is it done ?
Let your breath cool yourself , telling your haste .
and like an arrow shot from a well-experienced
archer hits the mark his eye doth level at , so thou
never return unless thou say Prince Pericles is
dead .
length , I’ll make him sure enough . So , farewell to
your Highness .
My heart can lend no succor to my head .
Scene 2
this change of thoughts ,
The sad companion dull-eyed Melancholy ,
Be my so used a guest as not an hour
In the day’s glorious walk or peaceful night ,
The tomb where grief should sleep , can breed me
quiet ?
Here pleasures court mine eyes , and mine eyes shun
them ;
And danger , which I feared , is at Antioch ,
[23] ACT 1. SC. 2 Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here .
Yet neither pleasure’s art can joy my spirits ,
Nor yet the other’s distance comfort me .
Then it is thus : the passions of the mind
That have their first conception by misdread
Have after-nourishment and life by care ;
And what was first but fear what might be done
Grows elder now , and cares it be not done .
And so with me . The great Antiochus ,
’Gainst whom I am too little to contend ,
Since he’s so great can make his will his act ,
Will think me speaking though I swear to silence ;
Nor boots it me to say I honor him
If he suspect I may dishonor him .
And what may make him blush in being known ,
He’ll stop the course by which it might be known .
With hostile forces he’ll o’er-spread the land ,
And with th’ ostent of war will look so huge
Amazement shall drive courage from the state ,
Our men be vanquished ere they do resist ,
And subjects punished that ne’er thought offense ;
Which care of them , not pity of myself ,
Who am no more but as the tops of trees
Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them ,
Makes both my body pine and soul to languish
And punish that before that he would punish .
Peaceful and comfortable .
They do abuse the King that flatter him ,
[25] ACT 1. SC. 2 For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ;
The thing the which is flattered , but a spark
To which that wind gives heat and stronger glowing ;
Whereas reproof , obedient and in order ,
Fits kings as they are men , for they may err .
When Signior Sooth here does proclaim peace ,
He flatters you , makes war upon your life .
Prince , pardon me , or strike me , if you please .
I cannot be much lower than my knees .
What shipping and what lading’s in our haven ,
And then return to us .
Helicanus ,
Thou hast moved us . What seest thou in our looks ?
How durst thy tongue move anger to our face ?
From whence they have their nourishment ?
Do but you strike the blow .
Sit down . Thou art no flatterer .
I thank thee for ’t ; and heaven forbid
That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid .
Fit counselor and servant for a prince ,
Who by thy wisdom makes a prince thy servant ,
What wouldst thou have me do ?
As you yourself do lay upon yourself .
[27]ACT 1. SC. 2
That ministers a potion unto me
That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself .
Attend me , then : I went to Antioch ,
Where , as thou know’st , against the face of death
I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty
From whence an issue I might propagate ,
Are arms to princes and bring joys to subjects .
Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder ,
The rest — hark in thine ear — as black as incest ,
Which by my knowledge found , the sinful father
Seemed not to strike , but smooth . But thou know’st
this :
’Tis time to fear when tyrants seems to kiss ;
Which fear so grew in me I hither fled
Under the covering of a careful night ,
Who seemed my good protector ; and , being here ,
Bethought me what was past , what might succeed .
I knew him tyrannous , and tyrants’ fears
Decrease not but grow faster than the years ;
And should he doubt , as no doubt he doth ,
That I should open to the list’ning air
How many worthy princes’ bloods were shed
To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope ,
To lop that doubt he’ll fill this land with arms ,
And make pretense of wrong that I have done him ;
When all , for mine — if I may call ’t — offense ,
Must feel war’s blow , who spares not innocence ;
Which love to all — of which thyself art one ,
Who now reproved’st me for ’t —
Musings into my mind , with thousand doubts
How I might stop this tempest ere it came ;
And finding little comfort to relieve them ,
[29] ACT 1. SC. 3 I thought it princely charity to grieve for them .
Freely will I speak . Antiochus you fear ,
And justly too , I think , you fear the tyrant ,
Who either by public war or private treason
Will take away your life .
Therefore , my lord , go travel for a while ,
Till that his rage and anger be forgot ,
Or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life .
Your rule direct to any . If to me ,
Day serves not light more faithful than I’ll be .
But should he wrong my liberties in my absence ?
From whence we had our being and our birth .
Intend my travel , where I’ll hear from thee ,
And by whose letters I’ll dispose myself .
The care I had and have of subjects’ good
On thee I lay , whose wisdom’s strength can bear it .
I’ll take thy word for faith , not ask thine oath .
Who shuns not to break one will crack both .
But in our orbs we’ll live so round and safe
That time of both this truth shall ne’er convince .
Thou showed’st a subject’s shine , I a true prince .
Scene 3
must I kill King Pericles ; and if I do it not , I am
[31] ACT 1. SC. 3 sure to be hanged at home . ’Tis dangerous . Well , I
perceive he was a wise fellow and had good discretion
that , being bid to ask what he would of the
king , desired he might know none of his secrets .
Now do I see he had some reason for ’t , for if a
king bid a man be a villain , he’s bound by the
indenture of his oath to be one . Husht ! Here
comes the lords of Tyre .
Further to question me of your king’s departure .
His sealed commission left in trust with me
Does speak sufficiently he’s gone to travel .
Why , as it were , unlicensed of your loves
He would depart , I’ll give some light unto you .
Being at Antioch —
Took some displeasure at him — at least he judged so ;
And doubting lest he had erred or sinned ,
To show his sorrow , he’d correct himself ;
So puts himself unto the shipman’s toil ,
With whom each minute threatens life or death .
now , although I would ; but since he’s gone , the
King’s ears it must please . He ’scaped the land to
perish at the sea . I’ll present myself . — Peace to the
lords of Tyre !
[33]ACT 1. SC. 4
Pericles , but since my landing I have understood
your lord has betook himself to unknown travels .
Now message must return from whence it came .
Commended to our master , not to us .
Yet ere you shall depart , this we desire :
As friends to Antioch , we may feast in Tyre .
Scene 4
Dionyza and others .
And , by relating tales of others’ griefs ,
See if ’twill teach us to forget our own ?
For who digs hills because they do aspire
Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher .
O , my distressèd lord , even such our griefs are .
Here they are but felt , and seen with mischief’s eyes ,
But like to groves , being topped , they higher rise .
Who wanteth food , and will not say he wants it ,
Or can conceal his hunger till he famish ?
Our tongues and sorrows do sound deep our woes
Into the air , our eyes do weep till lungs
Fetch breath that may proclaim them louder , that
If heaven slumber while their creatures want ,
They may awake their helpers to comfort them .
I’ll then discourse our woes , felt several years ,
And , wanting breath to speak , help me with tears .
[35]ACT 1. SC. 4
A city on whom Plenty held full hand ,
For Riches strewed herself even in her streets ;
Whose towers bore heads so high they kissed the
clouds ,
And strangers ne’er beheld but wondered at ;
Whose men and dames so jetted and adorned ,
Like one another’s glass to trim them by ;
Their tables were stored full to glad the sight ,
And not so much to feed on as delight ;
All poverty was scorned , and pride so great ,
The name of help grew odious to repeat .
These mouths who but of late earth , sea , and air
Were all too little to content and please ,
Although they gave their creatures in abundance ,
As houses are defiled for want of use ,
They are now starved for want of exercise .
Those palates who not yet two savors younger
Must have inventions to delight the taste ,
Would now be glad of bread and beg for it .
Those mothers who , to nuzzle up their babes ,
Thought naught too curious , are ready now
To eat those little darlings whom they loved .
So sharp are hunger’s teeth that man and wife
Draw lots who first shall die to lengthen life .
Here stands a lord and there a lady weeping ;
Here many sink , yet those which see them fall
Have scarce strength left to give them burial .
Is not this true ?
[37]ACT 1. SC. 4
And her prosperities so largely taste ,
With their superfluous riots , hear these tears .
The misery of Tarsus may be theirs .
Speak out thy sorrows , which thee bring’st in haste ,
For comfort is too far for us to expect .
A portly sail of ships make hitherward .
One sorrow never comes but brings an heir
That may succeed as his inheritor ;
And so in ours . Some neighboring nation ,
Taking advantage of our misery ,
Hath stuffed the hollow vessels with their power
To beat us down , the which are down already ,
And make a conquest of unhappy men ,
Whereas no glory’s got to overcome .
Of their white flags displayed , they bring us peace
And come to us as favorers , not as foes .
‘Who makes the fairest show means most deceit .’
But bring they what they will and what they can ,
What need we fear ?
The ground’s the lowest , and we are halfway there .
Go tell their general we attend him here ,
To know for what he comes and whence he comes
And what he craves .
[39]ACT 1. SC. 4
If wars , we are unable to resist .
Let not our ships and number of our men
Be like a beacon fired t’ amaze your eyes .
We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre
And seen the desolation of your streets ;
Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears ,
But to relieve them of their heavy load ;
And these our ships , you happily may think
Are like the Trojan horse was stuffed within
With bloody veins expecting overthrow ,
Are stored with corn to make your needy bread
And give them life whom hunger starved half dead .
you .
We do not look for reverence , but for love ,
And harborage for ourself , our ships , and men .
Or pay you with unthankfulness in thought ,
Be it our wives , our children , or ourselves ,
The curse of heaven and men succeed their evils !
Till when — the which I hope shall ne’er be seen —
Your Grace is welcome to our town and us .
Until our stars that frown lend us a smile .
[43]
ACT 2
2 Chorus
His child , iwis , to incest bring ;
A better prince and benign lord
That will prove awful both in deed and word .
Be quiet , then , as men should be ,
Till he hath passed necessity .
I’ll show you those in troubles reign ,
Losing a mite , a mountain gain .
The good in conversation ,
To whom I give my benison ,
Is still at Tarsus , where each man
Thinks all is Writ he speken can ,
And , to remember what he does ,
Build his statue to make him glorious .
But tidings to the contrary
Are brought your eyes . What need speak I ?
Enter at one door Pericles talking with Cleon , all the
train with them . Enter at another door a Gentleman ,
with a letter to Pericles . Pericles shows the letter to
Cleon . Pericles gives the Messenger a reward and knights
him . Pericles exits at one door , and Cleon at another .
[45] ACT 2. SC. 1 Good Helicane , that stayed at home —
Not to eat honey like a drone
From others’ labors , for though he strive
To killen bad , keep good alive ,
And to fulfill his prince’ desire —
Sends word of all that haps in Tyre :
How Thaliard came full bent with sin ,
And had intent to murder him ;
And that in Tarsus was not best
Longer for him to make his rest .
He , doing so , put forth to seas ,
Where when men been there’s seldom ease ;
For now the wind begins to blow ;
Thunder above and deeps below
Makes such unquiet that the ship
Should house him safe is wracked and split ,
And he , good prince , having all lost ,
By waves from coast to coast is tossed .
All perishen of man , of pelf ,
Ne aught escapend but himself ;
Till Fortune , tired with doing bad ,
Threw him ashore to give him glad .
And here he comes . What shall be next ,
Pardon old Gower — this ’longs the text .
Scene 1
Wind , rain , and thunder , remember earthly man
Is but a substance that must yield to you ,
And I , as fits my nature , do obey you .
Alas , the seas hath cast me on the rocks ,
[47] ACT 2. SC. 1 Washed me from shore to shore , and left my breath
Nothing to think on but ensuing death .
Let it suffice the greatness of your powers
To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes ;
And , having thrown him from your wat’ry grave ,
Here to have death in peace is all he’ll crave .
away , or I’ll fetch thee with a wanion .
poor men that were cast away before us even now .
to hear what pitiful cries they made to us to help
them , when , welladay , we could scarce help
ourselves !
when I saw the porpoise how he bounced and tumbled ?
They say they’re half fish , half flesh . A plague
on them ! They ne’er come but I look to be washed .
Master , I marvel how the fishes live in the sea .
ones eat up the little ones . I can compare our rich
misers to nothing so fitly as to a whale : he plays
and tumbles , driving the poor fry before him and
at last devours them all at a mouthful . Such
whales have I heard on a’ the land , who never leave
gaping till they swallowed the whole parish —
church , steeple , bells and all .
I would have been that day in the belfry .
[49]ACT 2. SC. 1
me too . And when I had been in his belly , I would
have kept such a jangling of the bells that he should
never have left till he cast bells , steeple , church , and
parish up again . But if the good King Simonides
were of my mind —
drones that rob the bee of her honey .
These fishers tell the infirmities of men ,
And from their wat’ry empire recollect
All that may men approve or men detect ! —
Peace be at your labor , honest fishermen .
it be a day fits you , search out of the calendar , and
nobody look after it !
to cast thee in our way !
In that vast tennis court hath made the ball
For them to play upon entreats you pity him .
He asks of you that never used to beg .
them in our country of Greece gets more with begging
than we can do with working .
fishes , then ?
for here’s nothing to be got nowadays unless thou
canst fish for ’t .
[51]ACT 2. SC. 1
But what I am want teaches me to think on :
A man thronged up with cold . My veins are chill
And have no more of life than may suffice
To give my tongue that heat to ask your help —
Which , if you shall refuse , when I am dead ,
For that I am a man , pray you see me buried .
have a gown . Here , come , put it on ; keep thee
warm . Pericles puts on the garment . Now , afore
me , a handsome fellow ! Come , thou shalt go home ,
and we’ll have flesh for holidays , fish for fasting
days , and , moreo’er , puddings and flapjacks , and
thou shalt be welcome .
could not beg ?
too , and so I shall ’scape whipping .
all your beggars were whipped , I would wish no
better office than to be beadle . — But , master , I’ll go
draw up the net .
you are ?
and our king the good Simonides .
for his peaceable reign and good government .
[53]ACT 2. SC. 1
subjects the name of ‘good’ by his government .
How far is his court distant from this shore ?
I’ll tell you , he hath a fair daughter , and tomorrow
is her birthday ; and there are princes and knights
come from all parts of the world to joust and tourney
for her love .
could wish to make one there .
and what a man cannot get he may lawfully deal
for his wife’s soul .
hangs in the net like a poor man’s right in the law :
’twill hardly come out . Ha ! Bots on ’t , ’tis come at
last , and ’tis turned to a rusty armor .
Thanks , Fortune , yet , that after all thy crosses
Thou givest me somewhat to repair myself ;
And though it was mine own , part of my heritage
Which my dead father did bequeath to me
With this strict charge even as he left his life ,
‘Keep it , my Pericles ; it hath been a shield
’Twixt me and death ,’ and pointed to this brace ,
‘For that it saved me , keep it . In like necessity —
The which the gods protect thee from — may ’t
defend thee .’
It kept where I kept , I so dearly loved it ,
Till the rough seas , that spares not any man ,
Took it in rage , though calmed have given ’t again .
I thank thee for ’t ; my shipwrack now’s no ill
Since I have here my father gave in his will .
[55]ACT 2. SC. 1
For it was sometime target to a king ;
I know it by this mark . He loved me dearly ,
And for his sake I wish the having of it ,
And that you’d guide me to your sovereign’s court ,
Where with it I may appear a gentleman .
And if that ever my low fortune’s better ,
I’ll pay your bounties ; till then , rest your debtor .
thee good on ’t .
we that made up this garment through the rough
seams of the waters . There are certain condolements ,
certain vails . I hope , sir , if you thrive , you’ll
remember from whence you had them .
By your furtherance I am clothed in steel ,
And spite of all the rupture of the sea ,
This jewel holds his biding on my arm .
Unto thy value I will mount myself
Upon a courser , whose delightful steps
Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread .
Only , my friend , I yet am unprovided
Of a pair of bases .
my best gown to make thee a pair ; and I’ll bring
thee to the court myself .
This day I’ll rise or else add ill to ill .
[57]ACT 2. SC. 2
Scene 2
and Thaisa .
And stay your coming to present themselves .
In honor of whose birth these triumphs are ,
Sits here like Beauty’s child , whom Nature gat
For men to see and , seeing , wonder at .
My commendations great , whose merit’s less .
A model which heaven makes like to itself .
As jewels lose their glory if neglected ,
So princes their renowns if not respected .
’Tis now your honor , daughter , to entertain
The labor of each knight in his device .
to Thaisa .
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is a black Ethiop reaching at the sun ;
The word : Lux tua vita mihi .
[59]ACT 2. SC. 2
shield to Thaisa .
Who is the second that presents himself ?
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is an armed knight that’s conquered by a lady .
The motto thus , in Spanish : Pue per doleera kee per
forsa .
to Thaisa .
And his device a wreath of chivalry ;
The word : Me pompae provexit apex .
shield to Thaisa .
The word : Qui me alit me extinguit .
Which can as well inflame as it can kill .
to Thaisa .
Holding out gold that’s by the touchstone tried ;
The motto thus : Sic spectanda fides .
[61]ACT 2. SC. 2
shield to Thaisa .
himself
With such a graceful courtesy delivered ?
A withered branch that’s only green at top ,
The motto : In hac spe vivo .
From the dejected state wherein he is ,
He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish .
Can any way speak in his just commend ,
For by his rusty outside he appears
To have practiced more the whipstock than the lance .
To an honored triumph strangely furnishèd .
Until this day , to scour it in the dust .
The outward habit by the inward man .
But stay , the knights are coming .
We will withdraw into the gallery .
[63]ACT 2. SC. 3
Scene 3
Lords , Attendants , and Knights in armor , from tilting .
To say you’re welcome were superfluous .
To place upon the volume of your deeds ,
As in a title page , your worth in arms
Were more than you expect or more than ’s fit ,
Since every worth in show commends itself .
Prepare for mirth , for mirth becomes a feast .
You are princes and my guests .
To whom this wreath of victory I give
And crown you king of this day’s happiness .
And here , I hope , is none that envies it .
In framing an artist , Art hath thus decreed ,
To make some good but others to exceed ,
And you are her labored scholar . — Come , queen o’
the feast ,
For , daughter , so you are ; here , take your place . —
Marshal , the rest as they deserve their grace .
For who hates honor hates the gods above .
[65] ACT 2. SC. 3 Have neither in our hearts nor outward eyes
Envies the great , nor shall the low despise .
These cates resist me , he not thought upon .
All viands that I eat do seem unsavory ,
Wishing him my meat . — Sure , he’s a gallant
gentleman .
Has done no more than other knights have done ;
Has broken a staff or so . So let it pass .
Which tells in that glory once he was —
Had princes sit like stars about his throne ,
And he the sun for them to reverence .
None that beheld him but like lesser lights
Did vail their crowns to his supremacy ;
Where now his son’s like a glowworm in the night ,
The which hath fire in darkness , none in light ;
Whereby I see that Time’s the king of men .
He’s both their parent , and he is their grave ,
And gives them what he will , not what they crave .
As do you love , fill to your mistress’ lips .
[67] ACT 2. SC. 3 We drink this health to you .
As if the entertainment in our court
Had not a show might countervail his worth . —
Note it not you , Thaisa ?
Should live like gods above , who freely give
To everyone that come to honor them .
And princes not doing so are like to gnats ,
Which make a sound but , killed , are wondered at .
Therefore , to make his entrance more sweet ,
Here , say we drink this standing-bowl of wine to him .
Unto a stranger knight to be so bold .
He may my proffer take for an offense ,
Since men take women’s gifts for impudence .
Do as I bid you , or you’ll move me else .
Of whence he is , his name and parentage .
[69]ACT 2. SC. 3
Of whence you are , your name and parentage .
My education been in arts and arms ,
Who , looking for adventures in the world ,
Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men ,
And after shipwrack driven upon this shore .
A gentleman of Tyre ,
Who only by misfortune of the seas ,
Bereft of ships and men , cast on this shore .
And will awake him from his melancholy . —
Come , gentlemen , we sit too long on trifles
And waste the time which looks for other revels .
Even in your armors , as you are addressed ,
Will well become a soldiers’ dance .
I will not have excuse with saying this :
‘Loud music is too harsh for ladies’ heads ,’
Since they love men in arms as well as beds .
So , this was well asked , ’twas so well performed .
Come , sir .
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 measures are as excellent .
Of your fair courtesy .
Unclasp , unclasp !
[71] ACT 2. SC. 4 Thanks , gentlemen , to all ; all have done well ;
conduct
These knights unto their several lodgings .
Pericles .
We have given order be next our own .
And that’s the mark I know you level at .
Therefore each one betake him to his rest ,
Tomorrow all for speeding do their best .
Scene 4
Antiochus from incest lived not free ,
For which the most high gods not minding longer
To withhold the vengeance that they had in store
Due to this heinous capital offense ,
Even in the height and pride of all his glory ,
When he was seated in a chariot of
An inestimable value , and his daughter with him ,
A fire from heaven came and shriveled up
Those bodies even to loathing , for they so stunk
That all those eyes adored them , ere their fall ,
Scorn now their hand should give them burial .
His greatness was no guard to bar heaven’s shaft ,
But sin had his reward .
[73]ACT 2. SC. 4
Or counsel has respect with him but he .
And now at length they overflow their banks .
love .
But if the Prince do live , let us salute him ,
Or know what ground’s made happy by his breath .
If in the world he live , we’ll seek him out ;
If in his grave he rest , we’ll find him there ,
And be resolved he lives to govern us ,
Or dead , give ’s cause to mourn his funeral
And leave us to our free election .
And knowing this kingdom is without a head —
Like goodly buildings left without a roof
Soon fall to ruin — your noble self ,
That best know how to rule and how to reign ,
We thus submit unto , our sovereign .
[75]ACT 2. SC. 5
If that you love Prince Pericles , forbear .
Take I your wish , I leap into the seas ,
Where’s hourly trouble for a minute’s ease .
A twelve-month longer let me entreat you
To forbear the absence of your king ;
If in which time expired , he not return ,
I shall with agèd patience bear your yoke .
But if I cannot win you to this love ,
Go search like nobles , like noble subjects ,
And in your search spend your adventurous worth ,
Whom if you find and win unto return ,
You shall like diamonds sit about his crown .
And since Lord Helicane enjoineth us ,
We with our travels will endeavor .
When peers thus knit , a kingdom ever stands .
Scene 5
door ; the Knights meet him .
That for this twelvemonth she’ll not undertake
A married life . Her reason to herself is only known ,
Which from her by no means can I get .
[77]ACT 2. SC. 5
To her chamber that ’tis impossible .
One twelve moons more she’ll wear Diana’s livery .
This by the eye of Cynthia hath she vowed ,
And on her virgin honor will not break it .
They are well dispatched . Now to my daughter’s letter .
She tells me here she’ll wed the stranger knight
Or never more to view nor day nor light .
’Tis well , mistress , your choice agrees with mine .
I like that well . Nay , how absolute she’s in ’t ,
Not minding whether I dislike or no !
Well , I do commend her choice , and will no longer
Have it be delayed . Soft , here he comes .
I must dissemble it .
For your sweet music this last night . I do
Protest , my ears were never better fed
With such delightful pleasing harmony .
Not my desert .
[79]ACT 2. SC. 5
What do you think of my daughter , sir ?
Ay , so well that you must be her master ,
And she will be your scholar . Therefore , look to it .
A letter that she loves the knight of Tyre ?
’Tis the King’s subtlety to have my life . —
O , seek not to entrap me , gracious lord ,
A stranger and distressèd gentleman
That never aimed so high to love your daughter ,
But bent all offices to honor her .
A villain .
Never did thought of mine levy offense ;
Nor never did my actions yet commence
A deed might gain her love or your displeasure .
That calls me traitor , I return the lie .
[81]ACT 2. SC. 5
That never relished of a base descent .
I came unto your court for honor’s cause ,
And not to be a rebel to her state ,
And he that otherwise accounts of me ,
This sword shall prove he’s honor’s enemy .
Here comes my daughter . She can witness it .
Resolve your angry father if my tongue
Did e’er solicit or my hand subscribe
To any syllable that made love to you .
At that would make me glad ?
I’ll tame you ! I’ll bring you in subjection .
Will you , not having my consent ,
Bestow your love and your affections
Upon a stranger ?
May be — nor can I think the contrary —
As great in blood as I myself . —
Therefore , hear you , mistress : either frame
Your will to mine — and you , sir , hear you :
Either be ruled by me — or I’ll make you
Man and wife .
Nay , come , your hands and lips must seal it too .
And being joined , I’ll thus your hopes destroy .
[83] ACT 2. SC. 5 And for further grief — God give you joy !
What , are you both pleased ?
And then with what haste you can , get you to bed .
[87]
ACT 3
3 Chorus
No din but snores about the house ,
Made louder by the o’erfed breast
Of this most pompous marriage feast .
The cat with eyne of burning coal
Now couches from the mouse’s hole ,
And crickets sing at the oven’s mouth
Are the blither for their drouth .
Hymen hath brought the bride to bed ,
Where , by the loss of maidenhead ,
A babe is molded . Be attent ,
And time that is so briefly spent
With your fine fancies quaintly eche .
What’s dumb in show I’ll plain with speech .
Enter Pericles and Simonides at one door with
Attendants . A Messenger meets them , kneels , and gives
Pericles a letter . Pericles shows it Simonides . The Lords
kneel to him ; then enter Thaisa with child , with
Lychorida , a nurse . The King shows her the letter . She
rejoices . She and Pericles take leave of her father , and
depart with Lychorida and their Attendants . Then
Simonides and the others exit .
[89] ACT 3. CHOR. By many a dern and painful perch
Of Pericles the careful search ,
By the four opposing coigns
Which the world together joins ,
Is made with all due diligence
That horse and sail and high expense
Can stead the quest . At last from Tyre ,
Fame answering the most strange enquire ,
To th’ court of King Simonides
Are letters brought , the tenor these :
Antiochus and his daughter dead ,
The men of Tyrus on the head
Of Helicanus would set on
The crown of Tyre , but he will none .
The mutiny he there hastes t’ oppress ,
Says to ’em , if King Pericles
Come not home in twice six moons ,
He , obedient to their dooms ,
Will take the crown . The sum of this ,
Brought hither to Pentapolis ,
Y-ravishèd the regions round ,
And everyone with claps can sound ,
‘Our heir apparent is a king !
Who dreamt , who thought of such a thing ?’
Brief , he must hence depart to Tyre .
His queen , with child , makes her desire —
Which who shall cross ? — along to go .
Omit we all their dole and woe .
Lychorida , her nurse , she takes ,
And so to sea . Their vessel shakes
On Neptune’s billow . Half the flood
Hath their keel cut . But Fortune , moved ,
Varies again . The grizzled North
Disgorges such a tempest forth
That , as a duck for life that dives ,
So up and down the poor ship drives .
[91] ACT 3. SC. 1 The lady shrieks and , well-anear ,
Does fall in travail with her fear .
And what ensues in this fell storm
Shall for itself itself perform .
I nill relate ; action may
Conveniently the rest convey ,
Which might not what by me is told .
In your imagination hold
This stage the ship upon whose deck
The sea-tossed Pericles appears to speak .
Scene 1
Which wash both heaven and hell ! And thou that hast
Upon the winds command , bind them in brass ,
Having called them from the deep ! O , still
Thy deaf’ning dreadful thunders , gently quench
Thy nimble sulfurous flashes . — O , how , Lychorida ,
How does my queen ? — Then , storm , venomously
Wilt thou spit all thyself ? The seaman’s whistle
Is as a whisper in the ears of death ,
Unheard . — Lychorida ! — Lucina , O
Divinest patroness and midwife gentle
To those that cry by night , convey thy deity
Aboard our dancing boat , make swift the pangs
Of my queen’s travails ! — Now , Lychorida !
Who , if it had conceit , would die , as I
[93] ACT 3. SC. 1 Am like to do . Take in your arms this piece
Of your dead queen .
Here’s all that is left living of your queen ,
A little daughter . For the sake of it ,
Be manly and take comfort .
Why do you make us love your goodly gifts
And snatch them straight away ? We here below
Recall not what we give , and therein may
Use honor with you .
Even for this charge .
For a more blusterous birth had never babe .
Quiet and gentle thy conditions , for
Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world
That ever was prince’s child . Happy what follows !
Thou hast as chiding a nativity
As fire , air , water , earth , and heaven can make
To herald thee from the womb .
Even at the first , thy loss is more than can
Thy portage quit , with all thou canst find here .
Now the good gods throw their best eyes upon ’t .
It hath done to me the worst . Yet for the love
Of this poor infant , this fresh new seafarer ,
I would it would be quiet .
wilt thou ? Blow , and split thyself !
[95]ACT 3. SC. 1
billow kiss the moon , I care not .
works high , the wind is loud , and will not lie till
the ship be cleared of the dead .
still observed , and we are strong in custom .
Therefore briefly yield ’er , for she must overboard
straight .
No light , no fire . Th’ unfriendly elements
Forgot thee utterly . Nor have I time
To give thee hallowed to thy grave , but straight
Must cast thee , scarcely coffined , in the ooze ,
Where , for a monument upon thy bones
And e’er-remaining lamps , the belching whale
And humming water must o’erwhelm thy corpse ,
Lying with simple shells . — O , Lychorida ,
Bid Nestor bring me spices , ink , and paper ,
My casket and my jewels ; and bid Nicander
Bring me the satin coffin . Lay the babe
Upon the pillow . Hie thee , whiles I say
A priestly farewell to her . Suddenly , woman !
caulked and bitumed ready .
Alter thy course for Tyre . When canst thou reach it ?
[97]ACT 3. SC. 2
There will I visit Cleon , for the babe
Cannot hold out to Tyrus . There I’ll leave it
At careful nursing . Go thy ways , good mariner .
I’ll bring the body presently .
Scene 2
’T has been a turbulent and stormy night .
Till now , I ne’er endured .
There’s nothing can be ministered to nature
That can recover him .
this to the ’pothecary ,
And tell me how it works .
Our lodgings , standing bleak upon the sea ,
Shook as the earth did quake .
[99] ACT 3. SC. 2 The very principals did seem to rend
And all to topple . Pure surprise and fear
Made me to quit the house .
’Tis not our husbandry .
Rich tire about you , should at these early hours
Shake off the golden slumber of repose .
’Tis most strange
Nature should be so conversant with pain ,
Being thereto not compelled .
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
Than nobleness and riches . Careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend ,
But immortality attends the former ,
Making a man a god . ’Tis known I ever
Have studied physic , through which secret art ,
By turning o’er authorities , I have ,
Together with my practice , made familiar
To me and to my aid the blessed infusions
That dwells in vegetives , in metals , stones ;
And can speak of the disturbances
That Nature works , and of her cures ; which doth
give me
A more content in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honor ,
Or tie my pleasure up in silken bags
To please the fool and death .
Your charity , and hundreds call themselves
Your creatures , who by you have been restored ;
[101] ACT 3. SC. 2 And not your knowledge , your personal pain , but even
Your purse , still open , hath built Lord Cerimon
Such strong renown , as time shall never —
Did the sea toss up upon our shore this chest .
’Tis of some wrack .
’Tis wondrous heavy . Wrench it open straight .
If the sea’s stomach be o’ercharged with gold ,
’Tis a good constraint of Fortune it belches upon us .
Did the sea cast it up ?
As tossed it upon shore .
Soft ! It smells most sweetly in my sense .
O , you most potent gods ! What’s here ? A corse ?
With full bags of spices . A passport too !
[103] ACT 3. SC. 2 Apollo , perfect me in the characters .
Here I give to understand ,
If e’er this coffin drives aland ,
I , King Pericles , have lost
This queen , worth all our mundane cost .
Who finds her , give her burying .
She was the daughter of a king .
Besides this treasure for a fee ,
The gods requite his charity .
If thou livest , Pericles , thou hast a heart
That ever cracks for woe . This chanced tonight .
For look how fresh she looks . They were too rough
That threw her in the sea . — Make a fire within ;
Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet .
Death may usurp on nature many hours ,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The o’erpressed spirits . I heard of an Egyptian
That had nine hours lain dead ,
Who was by good appliance recoverèd .
Well said , well said ! The fire and cloths .
The rough and woeful music that we have ,
Cause it to sound , beseech you . Music sounds . The
viol once more !
How thou stirr’st , thou block ! The music there .
I pray you , give her air . Gentlemen ,
This queen will live . Nature awakes a warm breath
Out of her . She hath not been entranced
[105] ACT 3. SC. 3 Above five hours . See how she gins to blow
Into life’s flower again .
Increase our wonder , and sets up your fame
Forever .
Cases to those heavenly jewels which Pericles hath
lost —
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold .
The diamonds of a most praised water doth
Appear to make the world twice rich . — Live ,
And make us weep to hear your fate , fair creature ,
Rare as you seem to be .
Where am I ? Where’s my lord ? What world is this ?
Lend me your hands . To the next chamber bear her .
Get linen . Now this matter must be looked to ,
For her relapse is mortal . Come , come ;
And Aesculapius guide us .
Scene 3
Lychorida with the child .
My twelve months are expired , and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace . You and your lady
Take from my heart all thankfulness . The gods
Make up the rest upon you .
[107]ACT 3. SC. 3
mortally ,
Yet glance full wond’ringly on us .
You had brought her hither to have blessed mine
eyes with her !
Could I rage and roar as doth the sea
She lies in , yet the end must be as ’tis .
My gentle babe Marina ,
Whom , for she was born at sea , I have named so ,
Here I charge your charity withal ,
Leaving her the infant of your care ,
Beseeching you to give her princely training ,
That she may be mannered as she is born .
Your Grace , that fed my country with your corn ,
For which the people’s prayers still fall upon you ,
Must in your child be thought on . If neglection
Should therein make me vile , the common body ,
By you relieved , would force me to my duty .
But if to that my nature need a spur ,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine ,
To the end of generation !
Your honor and your goodness teach me to ’t
Without your vows . — Till she be married , madam ,
By bright Diana , whom we honor , all
Unscissored shall this hair of mine remain ,
Though I show ill in ’t . So I take my leave .
Good madam , make me blessèd in your care
In bringing up my child .
[109]ACT 3. SC. 4
Who shall not be more dear to my respect
Than yours , my lord .
Then give you up to the maskèd Neptune
And the gentlest winds of heaven .
O , no tears , Lychorida , no tears !
Look to your little mistress , on whose grace
You may depend hereafter . — Come , my lord .
Scene 4
Lay with you in your coffer , which are
At your command . Know you the character ?
I well remember , even on my bearing time ,
But whether there delivered , by the holy gods
I cannot rightly say . But since King Pericles ,
My wedded lord , I ne’er shall see again ,
A vestal livery will I take me to ,
And never more have joy .
You purpose as you speak , Diana’s temple
Is not distant far , where you may abide
[111] ACT 3. SC. 4 Till your date expire . Moreover , if you
Please , a niece of mine shall there attend you .
Yet my good will is great , though the gift small .
[115]
ACT 4
4 Chorus
Welcomed and settled to his own desire .
His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus ,
Unto Diana there ’s a votaress .
Now to Marina bend your mind ,
Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tarsus , and by Cleon trained
In music , letters ; who hath gained
Of education all the grace
Which makes high both the art and place
Of general wonder . But , alack ,
That monster envy , oft the wrack
Of earnèd praise , Marina’s life
Seeks to take off by treason’s knife .
And in this kind our Cleon hath
One daughter and a full grown wench ,
Even ripe for marriage rite . This maid
Hight Philoten , and it is said
For certain in our story she
Would ever with Marina be .
Be ’t when they weaved the sleided silk
With fingers long , small , white as milk ;
Or when she would with sharp needle wound
The cambric , which she made more sound
[117] ACT 4. SC. 1 By hurting it ; or when to the lute
She sung , and made the night bird mute ,
That still records with moan ; or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Vail to her mistress Dian , still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute Marina . So
With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white . Marina gets
All praises , which are paid as debts
And not as given . This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks
That Cleon’s wife , with envy rare ,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina , that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter .
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead ,
Lychorida , our nurse , is dead ,
And cursèd Dionyza hath
The pregnant instrument of wrath
Prest for this blow . The unborn event
I do commend to your content .
Only I carry wingèd Time
Post on the lame feet of my rhyme ,
Which never could I so convey
Unless your thoughts went on my way .
Dionyza does appear ,
With Leonine , a murderer .
Scene 1
’Tis but a blow which never shall be known .
[119] ACT 4. SC. 1 Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon
To yield thee so much profit . Let not conscience ,
Which is but cold in flaming , thy bosom inflame
Too nicely . Nor let pity , which even women
Have cast off , melt thee ; but be a soldier
To thy purpose .
She is a goodly creature .
The gods should have her . Here she comes weeping
For her only mistress’ death . Thou art resolved ?
To strew thy green with flowers . The yellows , blues ,
The purple violets and marigolds
Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave
While summer days doth last . Ay me , poor maid ,
Born in a tempest when my mother died ,
This world to me is as a lasting storm ,
Whirring me from my friends .
How chance my daughter is not with you ?
Do not consume your blood with sorrowing .
Have you a nurse of me ! Lord , how your favor ’s
Changed with this unprofitable woe .
Come , give me your flowers . O’er the sea marge
Walk with Leonine . The air is quick there ,
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach . — Come ,
Leonine ,
Take her by the arm . Walk with her .
I pray you , I’ll not bereave you of your servant .
[121]ACT 4. SC. 1
I love the king your father and yourself
With more than foreign heart . We every day
Expect him here . When he shall come and find
Our paragon to all reports thus blasted ,
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage ,
Blame both my lord and me that we have taken
No care to your best courses . Go , I pray you ,
Walk , and be cheerful once again . Reserve
That excellent complexion , which did steal
The eyes of young and old . Care not for me .
I can go home alone .
But yet I have no desire to it .
I know ’tis good for you . — Walk half an hour ,
Leonine , at the least . Remember
What I have said .
Pray walk softly ; do not heat your blood .
What , I must have care of you .
Is this wind westerly that blows ?
But cried ‘Good seamen !’ to the sailors ,
Galling his kingly hands haling ropes ,
And , clasping to the mast , endured a sea
That almost burst the deck .
[123]ACT 4. SC. 1
Never was waves nor wind more violent ,
And from the ladder-tackle washes off
A canvas-climber . ‘Ha !’ says one , ‘Wolt out ?’
And with a dropping industry they skip
From stern to stern . The Boatswain whistles , and
The Master calls and trebles their confusion .
I grant it . Pray , but be not tedious , for
The gods are quick of ear , and I am sworn
To do my work with haste .
Now , as I can remember , by my troth ,
I never did her hurt in all my life .
I never spake bad word , nor did ill turn
To any living creature . Believe me , la ,
I never killed a mouse , nor hurt a fly .
I trod upon a worm against my will ,
But I wept for ’t . How have I offended
Wherein my death might yield her any profit
Or my life imply her any danger ?
Is not to reason of the deed , but do ’t .
You are well-favored , and your looks foreshow
You have a gentle heart . I saw you lately
When you caught hurt in parting two that fought .
Good sooth , it showed well in you . Do so now .
[125] ACT 4. SC. 2 Your lady seeks my life . Come you between ,
And save poor me , the weaker .
And will dispatch .
have her aboard suddenly .
And they have seized Marina . Let her go .
There’s no hope she will return . I’ll swear she’s dead ,
And thrown into the sea . But I’ll see further .
Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her ,
Not carry her aboard . If she remain ,
Whom they have ravished must by me be slain .
Scene 2
of gallants . We lost too much money this mart by
being too wenchless .
have but poor three , and they can do no more than
they can do ; and they with continual action are
even as good as rotten .
[127]ACT 4. SC. 2
pay for them . If there be not a conscience to be
used in every trade , we shall never prosper .
bastards — as I think I have brought up some
eleven —
shall I search the market ?
wind will blow it to pieces , they are so pitifully
sodden .
conscience . The poor Transylvanian is dead that
lay with the little baggage .
roast-meat for worms . But I’ll go search the
market .
pretty a proportion to live quietly , and so give over .
when we are old ?
nor the commodity wages not with the danger .
Therefore , if in our youths we could pick up some
pretty estate , ’twere not amiss to keep our door
hatched . Besides , the sore terms we stand upon
with the gods will be strong with us for giving o’er .
worse . Neither is our profession any trade ; it’s no
calling . But here comes Bolt .
virgin ?
[129]ACT 4. SC. 2
see . If you like her , so ; if not , I have lost my
earnest .
good clothes . There’s no farther necessity of
qualities can make her be refused .
your money presently . — Wife , take her in . Instruct
her what she has to do , that she may not be raw in
her entertainment .
hair , complexion , height , her age , with warrant of
her virginity , and cry ‘He that will give most shall
have her first .’ Such a maidenhead were no cheap
thing , if men were as they have been . Get this done
as I command you .
He should have struck , not spoke . Or that these
pirates ,
Not enough barbarous , had but o’erboard thrown me
For to seek my mother .
to live .
I was to die .
[131]ACT 4. SC. 2
fashions . You shall fare well ; you shall have the
difference of all complexions . What , do you stop
your ears ?
woman ?
something to do with you . Come , you’re a young
foolish sapling , and must be bowed as I would
have you .
men must comfort you , men must feed you , men
stir you up . Bolt’s returned .
Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ?
hairs . I have drawn her picture with my voice .
of the people , especially of the younger
sort ?
hearkened to their father’s testament . There was a
Spaniard’s mouth watered an he went to bed to her
very description .
ruff on .
French knight that cowers i’ the hams ?
but he made a groan at it and swore he would
see her tomorrow .
[133]ACT 4. SC. 2
hither ; here he does but repair it . I know he will
come in our shadow , to scatter his crowns in the
sun .
should lodge them with this sign .
have fortunes coming upon you . Mark me : you
must seem to do that fearfully which you commit
willingly , despise profit where you have most gain .
To weep that you live as you do makes pity in your
lovers . Seldom but that pity begets you a good
opinion , and that opinion a mere profit .
These blushes of hers must be quenched with
some present practice .
bride goes to that with shame which is her way to
go with warrant .
if I have bargained for the joint —
the manner of your garments well .
money . ) Report what a sojourner we have . You’ll
lose nothing by custom . When Nature framed this
piece , she meant thee a good turn . Therefore say
what a paragon she is , and thou hast the harvest
out of thine own report .
awake the beds of eels as my giving out her beauty
stirs up the lewdly inclined . I’ll bring home some
tonight .
[135]ACT 4. SC. 3
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep .
Diana aid my purpose !
you go with us ?
Scene 3
The sun and moon ne’er looked upon !
I’d give it to undo the deed . A lady
Much less in blood than virtue , yet a princess
To equal any single crown o’ th’ Earth
I’ the justice of compare . O villain Leonine ,
Whom thou hast poisoned too !
If thou hadst drunk to him , ’t had been a kindness
Becoming well thy face . What canst thou say
When noble Pericles shall demand his child ?
To foster is not ever to preserve .
She died at night ; I’ll say so . Who can cross it
Unless you play the impious innocent
And , for an honest attribute , cry out
‘She died by foul play !’
[137]ACT 4. SC. 3
Of all the faults beneath the heavens , the gods
Do like this worst .
The petty wrens of Tarsus will fly hence
And open this to Pericles . I do shame
To think of what a noble strain you are ,
And of how coward a spirit .
Whoever but his approbation added ,
Though not his prime consent , he did not flow
From honorable courses .
Yet none does know but you how she came dead ,
Nor none can know , Leonine being gone .
She did distain my child and stood between
Her and her fortunes . None would look on her ,
But cast their gazes on Marina’s face ,
Whilst ours was blurted at and held a malkin
Not worth the time of day . It pierced me through ,
And though you call my course unnatural ,
You not your child well loving , yet I find
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness
Performed to your sole daughter .
What should he say ? We wept after her hearse ,
And yet we mourn . Her monument is
Almost finished , and her epitaphs
In glitt’ring golden characters express
A general praise to her , and care in us
At whose expense ’tis done .
Which , to betray , dost with thine angel’s face
Seize with thine eagle’s talons .
[139]ACT 4. SC. 4
Do swear to the gods that winter kills the flies .
But yet I know you’ll do as I advise .
Scene 4
Sail seas in cockles , have and wish but for ’t ,
Making to take our imagination
From bourn to bourn , region to region .
By you being pardoned , we commit no crime
To use one language in each several clime
Where our scenes seems to live . I do beseech you
To learn of me , who stand in the gaps to teach you
The stages of our story . Pericles
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas ,
Attended on by many a lord and knight ,
To see his daughter , all his life’s delight .
Old Helicanus goes along . Behind
Is left to govern it , you bear in mind ,
Old Escanes , whom Helicanus late
Advanced in time to great and high estate .
Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought
This king to Tarsus — think his pilot thought ;
So with his steerage shall your thoughts go on —
To fetch his daughter home , who first is gone .
Like motes and shadows see them move awhile ;
Your ears unto your eyes I’ll reconcile .
Enter Pericles at one door , with all his train , Cleon and
Dionyza at the other . Cleon shows Pericles the tomb ,
[141] ACT 4. SC. 4 whereat Pericles makes lamentation , puts on sackcloth ,
and in a mighty passion departs . Cleon and Dionyza exit .
See how belief may suffer by foul show !
This borrowed passion stands for true old woe .
And Pericles , in sorrow all devoured ,
With sighs shot through and biggest tears
o’ershowered ,
Leaves Tarsus and again embarks . He swears
Never to wash his face nor cut his hairs .
He puts on sackcloth , and to sea . He bears
A tempest which his mortal vessel tears ,
And yet he rides it out . Now please you wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza :
The fairest , sweetest , and best lies here ,
Who withered in her spring of year .
She was of Tyrus , the King’s daughter ,
On whom foul death hath made this slaughter .
Marina was she called , and at her birth ,
Thetis , being proud , swallowed some part o’ th’ earth .
Therefore the Earth , fearing to be o’erflowed ,
Hath Thetis’ birth-child on the heavens bestowed .
Wherefore she does — and swears she’ll never stint —
Make raging battery upon shores of flint .
No visor does become black villainy
So well as soft and tender flattery .
Let Pericles believe his daughter’s dead ,
And bear his courses to be orderèd
By Lady Fortune , while our scene must play
His daughter’s woe and heavy welladay
In her unholy service . Patience , then ,
And think you now are all in Mytilene .
Scene 5
place as this , she being once gone .
Did you ever dream of such a thing ?
bawdy houses . Shall ’s go hear the vestals sing ?
but I am out of the road of rutting forever .
Scene 6
she had ne’er come here .
Priapus and undo a whole generation . We must
either get her ravished or be rid of her . When she
should do for clients her fitment and do me the
kindness of our profession , she has me her quirks ,
her reasons , her master reasons , her prayers , her
knees , that she would make a puritan of the devil if
he should cheapen a kiss of her .
all our cavalleria , and make our swearers priests .
way to the pox .
Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised .
[145]ACT 4. SC. 6
baggage would but give way to customers .
dozen of virginities ?
your resorters stand upon sound legs . How now ?
Wholesome iniquity have you that a man may deal
withal and defy the surgeon ?
never came her like in Mytilene .
wouldst say ?
see a rose ; and she were a rose indeed , if she had
but —
less than it gives a good report to a number to be
chaste .
plucked yet , I can assure you . Is she not a fair
creature ?
at sea . Well , there’s for you .
Leave us .
I’ll have done presently .
an honorable man .
[147]ACT 4. SC. 6
note him .
man whom I am bound to .
indeed , but how honorable he is in that I know
not .
will you use him kindly ? He will line your apron
with gold .
receive .
pains to work her to your manage . — Come , we will
leave his Honor and her together . Go thy ways .
at this trade ?
you to name it .
gamester at five or at seven ?
you to be a creature of sale .
resort , and will come into ’t ? I hear say you’re of
honorable parts and are the governor of this place .
unto you who I am ?
[149]ACT 4. SC. 6
seeds and roots of shame and iniquity . O , you have
heard something of my power , and so stand aloof
for more serious wooing . But I protest to thee ,
pretty one , my authority shall not see thee , or else
look friendly upon thee . Come , bring me to some
private place . Come , come .
If put upon you , make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it .
That am a maid , though most ungentle Fortune
Have placed me in this sty , where , since I came ,
Diseases have been sold dearer than physic —
That the gods
Would set me free from this unhallowed place ,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i’ the purer air !
Thou couldst have spoke so well , ne’er dreamt thou
couldst .
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind ,
Thy speech had altered it . Hold , here’s gold for thee .
Persevere in that clear way thou goest
And the gods strengthen thee !
That I came with no ill intent , for to me
The very doors and windows savor vilely .
Fare thee well . 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 ,
[151] ACT 4. SC. 6 That robs thee of thy goodness ! If thou dost
Hear from me , it shall be for thy good .
for me .
Your house , but for this virgin that doth prop it ,
Would sink and overwhelm you . Away !
you ! If your peevish chastity , which is not worth a
breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope ,
shall undo a whole household , let me be gelded
like a spaniel . Come your ways .
common hangman shall execute it . Come your
way . We’ll have no more gentlemen driven away .
Come your ways , I say .
holy words to the Lord Lysimachus !
the face of the gods .
nobleman , and she sent him away as cold as a
snowball , saying his prayers too .
crack the glass of her virginity , and make the rest
malleable .
she is , she shall be plowed .
[153]ACT 4. SC. 6
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 !
rather , my mistress .
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 art the damnèd doorkeeper to every
Coistrel that comes enquiring for his Tib .
To the choleric fisting of every rogue
Thy ear is liable . Thy food is such
As hath been belched on by infected lungs .
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 ?
Old receptacles , or common shores , of filth ;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman .
Any of these ways are yet better than this .
For what thou professest , a baboon , could he speak ,
Would own a name too dear . That the gods
Would safely deliver me from this place !
[155] ACT 4. SC. 6 Here , here’s gold for thee .
If that thy master would gain by me ,
Proclaim that I can sing , weave , sew , and dance ,
With other virtues which I’ll keep from boast ,
And will undertake all these to teach .
I doubt not but this populous city
Will yield many scholars .
And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house .
place thee , I will .
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 .
[159]
ACT 5
Enter Gower . GO …
Into an honest house , our story says .
She sings like one immortal , and she dances
As goddesslike to her admirèd lays .
Deep clerks she dumbs , and with her neele 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
She gives the cursèd bawd . Here we her place ,
And to her father turn our thoughts again ,
Where we left him , on the sea . We there him lost ,
Where , driven before the winds , he is arrived
Here where his daughter dwells ; and on this coast
Suppose him now at anchor . The city strived
God Neptune’s annual feast to keep , from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies ,
His banners sable , trimmed with rich expense ,
And to him in his barge with fervor 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 discovered . Please you sit and hark .
[161]ACT 5. SC. 1
Scene 1
Tyrian ship and one from Mytilene .
O , here he is . —
Sir , there is a barge put off from Mytilene ,
And in it is Lysimachus , the Governor ,
Who craves to come aboard . What is your will ?
Call up some gentlemen .
There is some of worth would come aboard .
I pray , greet him fairly .
This is the man that can , in aught you would ,
Resolve you .
And die as I would do .
Being on shore , honoring of Neptune’s triumphs ,
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us ,
I made to it to know of whence you are .
[163]ACT 5. SC. 1
Our vessel is of Tyre , in it the King ,
A man who for this three months hath not spoken
To anyone , nor taken sustenance
But to prorogue his grief .
But the main grief springs from the loss
Of a belovèd daughter and a wife .
But bootless is your sight . He will not speak
To any .
person ,
Till the disaster that one mortal night
Drove him to this .
Royal sir !
I durst wager would win some words of him .
She , questionless , with her sweet harmony
And other chosen attractions , would allure
And make a batt’ry through his defended ports ,
Which now are midway stopped .
She is all happy as the fairest of all ,
And , with her fellow maid , is now upon
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island’s side .
[165]ACT 5. SC. 1
That bears recovery’s name .
But since your kindness
We have stretched thus far , let us beseech you
That for our gold we may provision have ,
Wherein we are not destitute for want ,
But weary for the staleness .
Which , if we should deny , the most just God
For every graft 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 .
I am prevented .
Welcome , fair one . — Is ’t not a goodly presence ?
Came of a gentle kind and noble stock ,
I’d wish no better choice , and think me rarely wed . —
Fair one , all goodness that consists in beauty :
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 .
My utmost skill in his recovery , provided
That none but I and my companion maid
Be suffered to come near him .
[167]ACT 5. SC. 1
Leave her , and the gods make her prosperous .
That ne’er before invited eyes , but have
Been gazed on like a comet . She speaks ,
My lord , that may be hath endured a grief
Might equal yours , if both were justly weighed .
Though wayward Fortune did malign my state ,
My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings .
But time hath rooted out my parentage ,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude .
But there is something glows upon my cheek ,
And whispers in mine ear ‘Go not till he speak .’
To equal mine ! Was it not thus ? What say you ?
You would not do me violence .
Pray you turn your eyes upon me .
You’re like something that — What
countrywoman ?
Here of these shores ?
[169]ACT 5. SC. 1
Yet I was mortally brought forth , and am
No other than I appear .
My dearest wife was like this maid , and such
A one my daughter might have been : my queen’s
Square brows , her stature to an inch ;
As wandlike straight , as silver-voiced ; her eyes
As jewel-like , and cased as richly ; in pace
Another Juno ; who starves the ears she feeds
And makes them hungry the more she gives them
speech . —
Where do you live ?
From the deck you may discern the place .
Endowments which you make more rich to owe ?
Like lies disdained in the reporting .
Falseness cannot come from thee , for thou lookest
Modest as Justice , and thou seemest a palace
For the crownèd Truth to dwell in . I will believe thee
And make my senses credit thy relation
To points that seem impossible , for thou lookest
Like one I loved indeed . What were thy friends ?
Didst thou not say , when I did push thee back —
Which was when I perceived thee — that thou cam’st
From good descending ?
Thou hadst been tossed from wrong to injury ,
[171] ACT 5. SC. 1 And that thou thought’st thy griefs might equal mine ,
If both were opened .
And said no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely .
If thine considered prove the thousand 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 .
And thou by some incensèd god sent hither
To make the world to laugh at me !
Or here I’ll cease .
Thou little know’st how thou dost startle me
To call thyself Marina .
Was given me by one that had some power —
My father , and a king .
And called Marina ?
But not to be a troubler of your peace ,
I will end here .
Have you a working pulse , and are no fairy
Motion ? Well , speak on . Where were you born ?
And wherefore called Marina ?
[173]ACT 5. SC. 1
For I was born at sea .
Who died the minute I was born ,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Delivered weeping .
Did mock sad fools withal . This cannot be
My daughter , buried . — Well , where were you bred ?
I’ll hear you more , to the bottom of your story ,
And never interrupt you .
Of what you shall deliver . Yet give me leave :
How came you in these parts ? Where were you bred ?
Till cruel Cleon with his wicked wife
Did seek to murder me ; and having wooed a villain
To attempt it , who , having drawn to do ’t ,
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 .
[175] ACT 5. SC. 1 Most wise in general . Tell me , if thou canst ,
What this maid is , or what is like to be ,
That thus hath made me weep .
But here’s the regent , sir , of Mytilene
Speaks nobly of her .
Her parentage . Being demanded that ,
She would sit still and weep .
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 hither ,
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 that ,
For truth can never be confirmed enough ,
Though doubts did ever sleep .
My drowned queen’s name , as in the rest you said
Thou hast been godlike perfect , the heir of kingdoms ,
And another life to Pericles thy father .
To say my mother’s name was Thaisa ?
Thaisa was my mother , who did end
The minute I began .
[177]ACT 5. SC. 1
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 knowledge
She is thy very princess . Who is this ?
Who , hearing of your melancholy state ,
Did come to see you .
Give me my robes . — I am wild in my beholding .
O heavens 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 ?
The music of the spheres ! — List , my Marina .
It nips me unto list’ning , and thick slumber
Hangs upon mine eyes . Let me rest .
Well , my companion friends , if this but answer
To my just belief , I’ll well remember you .
[179]ACT 5. SC. 1
And do upon mine altar sacrifice .
There , when my maiden priests are met together ,
Before the people all ,
Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife .
To mourn thy crosses , with thy daughter’s , call ,
And give them repetition to the life .
Or perform my bidding , or thou livest in woe ;
Do ’t , and happy , by my silver bow .
Awake , and tell thy dream .
Goddess argentine , I will obey thee . —
Helicanus !
Attendants .
The inhospitable Cleon , but I am
For other service first . Toward Ephesus
Turn our blown sails . Eftsoons I’ll tell thee why . —
Shall we refresh us , sir , upon your shore ,
And give you gold for such provision
As our intents will need ?
With all my heart . And when you come ashore ,
I have another suit .
Were it to woo my daughter , for it seems
You have been noble towards her .
[181]ACT 5. SC. 3
Scene 2
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 promised 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 feathered briefness sails are filled ,
And wishes fall out as they’re willed .
At Ephesus the temple see
Our king and all his company .
That he can hither come so soon
Is by your fancies’ thankful doom .
Scene 3
Thaisa ; at another door enter Pericles , Marina ,
Helicanus , Lysimachus , and Attendants .
I here confess myself the King of Tyre ,
Who , frighted from my country , did wed
[183] ACT 5. SC. 3 At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa .
At sea in childbed died she , but brought forth
A maid child called Marina , whom , O goddess ,
Wears yet thy silver livery . She at Tarsus
Was nursed with Cleon , who at fourteen years
He sought to murder . But her better stars
Brought her to Mytilene , ’gainst whose shore riding ,
Her fortunes brought the maid aboard us , where ,
By her own most clear remembrance , she made known
Herself my daughter .
You are , you are — O royal Pericles !
If you have told Diana’s altar true ,
This is your wife .
I threw her overboard with these very arms .
Early one blustering morn this lady was
Thrown upon this shore . I oped the coffin ,
Found there rich jewels , recovered her , and placed her
Here in Diana’s temple .
Whither I invite you . Look , Thaisa
Is recoverèd .
If he be none of mine , my sanctity
[185] ACT 5. SC. 3 Will to my sense bend no licentious ear ,
But curb it , spite of seeing . — O , my lord ,
Are you not Pericles ? Like him you spake ,
Like him you are . Did you not name a tempest ,
A birth and death ?
And drowned .
When we with tears parted Pentapolis ,
The king my father gave you such a ring .
Makes my past miseries sports . You shall do well
That on the touching of her lips I may
Melt and no more be seen . — O , come , be buried
A second time within these arms !
Leaps to be gone into my mother’s bosom .
Thy burden at the sea , and called Marina
For she was yielded there .
I left behind an ancient substitute .
Can you remember what I called the man ?
I have named him oft .
[187]ACT 5. SC. 3
Embrace him , dear Thaisa . This is he .
Now do I long to hear how you were found ,
How possibly preserved , and who to thank ,
Besides the gods , for this great miracle .
Through whom the gods have shown their power ,
that can
From first to last resolve you .
The gods can have no mortal officer
More like a god than you . Will you deliver
How this dead queen relives ?
Beseech you , first go with me to my house ,
Where shall be shown you all was found with her ,
How she came placed here in the temple ,
No needful thing omitted .
Will offer night oblations to thee . — Thaisa ,
This prince , the fair betrothèd 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 no razor touched ,
To grace thy marriage day I’ll beautify .
My father’s dead .
We’ll celebrate their nuptials , and ourselves
Will in that kingdom spend our following days .
Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign . —
[189] EPILOGUE Lord Cerimon , we do our longing stay
To hear the rest untold . Sir , lead ’s the way .
EPILOGUE
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward .
In Pericles , his queen , and daughter seen ,
Although assailed with fortune fierce and keen ,
Virtue preserved from fell destruction’s blast ,
Led on by heaven , and crowned 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 learnèd charity aye wears .
For wicked Cleon and his wife , when fame
Had spread his cursèd deed to the honored name
Of Pericles , to rage the city turn ,
That him and his they in his palace burn .
The gods for murder seemèd so content
To punish , although not done , but meant .
So on your patience evermore attending ,
New joy wait on you . Here our play has ending .
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