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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
Enter
Gower
.
To
sing
a
song
that
old
was
sung
,
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
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
.
He
indicates
heads
above
the
stage
.
What
now
ensues
,
to
the
judgment
of
your
eye
I
give
my
cause
,
who
best
can
justify
.
He
exits
.
Scene
1
Enter
Antiochus
,
Prince
Pericles
,
and
followers
.
Young
Prince
of
Tyre
,
you
have
at
large
received
The
danger
of
the
task
you
undertake
.
I
have
,
Antiochus
,
and
with
a
soul
Emboldened
with
the
glory
of
her
praise
Think
death
no
hazard
in
this
enterprise
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
Music
!
Music
sounds
offstage
.
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
.
Enter
Antiochus’
daughter
.
See
where
she
comes
,
appareled
like
the
spring
,
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
.
Prince
Pericles
—
That
would
be
son
to
great
Antiochus
.
Before
thee
stands
this
fair
Hesperides
,
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
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
He
points
to
the
heads
.
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
.
Antiochus
,
I
thank
thee
,
who
hath
taught
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
,
To
the
Daughter
.
But
my
unspotted
fire
of
love
to
you
.
—
Thus
ready
for
the
way
of
life
or
death
,
I
wait
the
sharpest
blow
.
Scorning
advice
,
read
the
conclusion
,
then
:
Which
read
and
not
expounded
,
’tis
decreed
,
As
these
before
thee
,
thou
thyself
shalt
bleed
.
Of
all
’sayed
yet
,
mayst
thou
prove
prosperous
;
Of
all
’sayed
yet
,
I
wish
thee
happiness
.
Like
a
bold
champion
I
assume
the
lists
,
Nor
ask
advice
of
any
other
thought
But
faithfulness
and
courage
.
ACT 1. SC. 1
He
reads
the
Riddle
:
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
.
Aside
.
Sharp
physic
is
the
last
!
But
,
O
you
powers
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
.
Prince
Pericles
,
touch
not
,
upon
thy
life
,
For
that’s
an
article
within
our
law
As
dangerous
as
the
rest
.
Your
time’s
expired
.
Either
expound
now
or
receive
your
sentence
.
Great
king
,
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
;
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
earth
is
thronged
By
man’s
oppression
,
and
the
poor
worm
doth
die
for
’t
.
Kings
are
Earth’s
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
.
,
aside
Heaven
,
that
I
had
thy
head
!
He
has
found
the
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
.
All
except
Pericles
exit
.
How
courtesy
would
seem
to
cover
sin
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
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
.
He
exits
.
Enter
Antiochus
.
He
hath
found
the
meaning
,
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
?
Enter
Thaliard
.
Doth
your
Highness
call
?
Thaliard
,
you
are
of
our
chamber
,
Thaliard
,
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
ACT 1. SC. 2
To
ask
the
reason
why
:
because
we
bid
it
.
Say
,
is
it
done
?
My
lord
,
’tis
done
.
Enough
.
Enter
a
Messenger
.
Let
your
breath
cool
yourself
,
telling
your
haste
.
My
lord
,
Prince
Pericles
is
fled
.
He
exits
.
,
to
Thaliard
As
thou
wilt
live
,
fly
after
,
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
.
My
lord
,
if
I
can
get
him
within
my
pistol’s
length
,
I’ll
make
him
sure
enough
.
So
,
farewell
to
your
Highness
.
Thaliard
,
adieu
.
Till
Pericles
be
dead
,
My
heart
can
lend
no
succor
to
my
head
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Pericles
with
an
Attendant
.
Let
none
disturb
us
.
(
Attendant
exits
.
)
Why
should
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
,
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
.
Enter
Helicanus
and
all
the
Lords
to
Pericles
.
Joy
and
all
comfort
in
your
sacred
breast
.
And
keep
your
mind
till
you
return
to
us
Peaceful
and
comfortable
.
Peace
,
peace
,
and
give
experience
tongue
.
They
do
abuse
the
King
that
flatter
him
,
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
.
He
kneels
.
Prince
,
pardon
me
,
or
strike
me
,
if
you
please
.
I
cannot
be
much
lower
than
my
knees
.
All
leave
us
else
;
but
let
your
cares
o’erlook
What
shipping
and
what
lading’s
in
our
haven
,
And
then
return
to
us
.
The
Lords
exit
.
Helicanus
,
Thou
hast
moved
us
.
What
seest
thou
in
our
looks
?
An
angry
brow
,
dread
lord
.
If
there
be
such
a
dart
in
princes’
frowns
,
How
durst
thy
tongue
move
anger
to
our
face
?
How
dares
the
plants
look
up
to
heaven
,
From
whence
they
have
their
nourishment
?
Thou
knowest
I
have
power
to
take
thy
life
from
thee
.
I
have
ground
the
ax
myself
;
Do
but
you
strike
the
blow
.
Rise
,
prithee
rise
.
Helicanus
rises
.
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
?
To
bear
with
patience
such
griefs
As
you
yourself
do
lay
upon
yourself
.
ACT 1. SC. 2
Thou
speak’st
like
a
physician
,
Helicanus
,
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
—
Alas
,
sir
!
Drew
sleep
out
of
mine
eyes
,
blood
from
my
cheeks
,
Musings
into
my
mind
,
with
thousand
doubts
How
I
might
stop
this
tempest
ere
it
came
;
And
finding
little
comfort
to
relieve
them
,
ACT 1. SC. 3
I
thought
it
princely
charity
to
grieve
for
them
.
Well
,
my
lord
,
since
you
have
given
me
leave
to
speak
,
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
.
I
do
not
doubt
thy
faith
.
But
should
he
wrong
my
liberties
in
my
absence
?
We’ll
mingle
our
bloods
together
in
the
earth
,
From
whence
we
had
our
being
and
our
birth
.
Tyre
,
I
now
look
from
thee
,
then
,
and
to
Tarsus
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
.
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Thaliard
alone
.
So
this
is
Tyre
,
and
this
the
court
.
Here
must
I
kill
King
Pericles
;
and
if
I
do
it
not
,
I
am
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
.
He
steps
aside
.
Enter
Helicanus
and
Escanes
,
with
other
Lords
.
You
shall
not
need
,
my
fellow
peers
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
.
,
aside
How
?
The
King
gone
?
If
further
yet
you
will
be
satisfied
Why
,
as
it
were
,
unlicensed
of
your
loves
He
would
depart
,
I’ll
give
some
light
unto
you
.
Being
at
Antioch
—
,
aside
What
from
Antioch
?
Royal
Antiochus
,
on
what
cause
I
know
not
,
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
.
,
aside
Well
,
I
perceive
I
shall
not
be
hanged
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
!
Lord
Thaliard
from
Antiochus
is
welcome
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
From
him
I
come
with
message
unto
princely
Pericles
,
but
since
my
landing
I
have
understood
your
lord
has
betook
himself
to
unknown
travels
.
Now
message
must
return
from
whence
it
came
.
We
have
no
reason
to
desire
it
,
Commended
to
our
master
,
not
to
us
.
Yet
ere
you
shall
depart
,
this
we
desire
:
As
friends
to
Antioch
,
we
may
feast
in
Tyre
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Cleon
the
Governor
of
Tarsus
,
with
his
wife
Dionyza
and
others
.
My
Dionyza
,
shall
we
rest
us
here
And
,
by
relating
tales
of
others’
griefs
,
See
if
’twill
teach
us
to
forget
our
own
?
That
were
to
blow
at
fire
in
hope
to
quench
it
;
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
.
O
Dionyza
,
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
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
I’ll
do
my
best
,
sir
.
This
Tarsus
,
o’er
which
I
have
the
government
,
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
.
O
,
’tis
too
true
.
But
see
what
heaven
can
do
by
this
our
change
:
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
?
Our
cheeks
and
hollow
eyes
do
witness
it
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
O
,
let
those
cities
that
of
Plenty’s
cup
And
her
prosperities
so
largely
taste
,
With
their
superfluous
riots
,
hear
these
tears
.
The
misery
of
Tarsus
may
be
theirs
.
Enter
a
Lord
.
Where’s
the
Lord
Governor
?
Here
.
Speak
out
thy
sorrows
,
which
thee
bring’st
in
haste
,
For
comfort
is
too
far
for
us
to
expect
.
We
have
descried
upon
our
neighboring
shore
A
portly
sail
of
ships
make
hitherward
.
I
thought
as
much
.
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
.
That’s
the
least
fear
,
for
,
by
the
semblance
Of
their
white
flags
displayed
,
they
bring
us
peace
And
come
to
us
as
favorers
,
not
as
foes
.
Thou
speak’st
like
him’s
untutored
to
repeat
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
.
ACT 1. SC. 4
I
go
,
my
lord
.
He
exits
.
Welcome
is
peace
,
if
he
on
peace
consist
;
If
wars
,
we
are
unable
to
resist
.
Enter
Pericles
with
Attendants
.
Lord
Governor
,
for
so
we
hear
you
are
,
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
.
,
kneeling
The
gods
of
Greece
protect
you
,
and
we’ll
pray
for
you
.
Arise
,
I
pray
you
,
rise
.
We
do
not
look
for
reverence
,
but
for
love
,
And
harborage
for
ourself
,
our
ships
,
and
men
.
,
rising
,
with
the
others
The
which
when
any
shall
not
gratify
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
.
Which
welcome
we’ll
accept
,
feast
here
awhile
,
Until
our
stars
that
frown
lend
us
a
smile
.
They
exit
.
ACT
2
2
Chorus
Enter
Gower
.
Here
have
you
seen
a
mighty
king
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
?
Dumb
Show
.
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
.
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
.
He
exits
.
Scene
1
Enter
Pericles
,
wet
.
Yet
cease
your
ire
,
you
angry
stars
of
heaven
!
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
,
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
.
Enter
three
Fishermen
.
What
ho
,
Pilch
!
Ha
,
come
and
bring
away
the
nets
!
What
,
Patchbreech
,
I
say
!
What
say
you
,
master
?
Look
how
thou
stirr’st
now
!
Come
away
,
or
I’ll
fetch
thee
with
a
wanion
.
Faith
,
master
,
I
am
thinking
of
the
poor
men
that
were
cast
away
before
us
even
now
.
Alas
,
poor
souls
,
it
grieved
my
heart
to
hear
what
pitiful
cries
they
made
to
us
to
help
them
,
when
,
welladay
,
we
could
scarce
help
ourselves
!
Nay
,
master
,
said
not
I
as
much
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
.
Why
,
as
men
do
a-land
:
the
great
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
.
,
aside
A
pretty
moral
.
But
,
master
,
if
I
had
been
the
sexton
,
I
would
have
been
that
day
in
the
belfry
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
Why
,
man
?
Because
he
should
have
swallowed
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
—
,
aside
Simonides
?
We
would
purge
the
land
of
these
drones
that
rob
the
bee
of
her
honey
.
,
aside
How
from
the
finny
subject
of
the
sea
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
.
Honest
good
fellow
,
what’s
that
?
If
it
be
a
day
fits
you
,
search
out
of
the
calendar
,
and
nobody
look
after
it
!
May
see
the
sea
hath
cast
upon
your
coast
—
What
a
drunken
knave
was
the
sea
to
cast
thee
in
our
way
!
A
man
whom
both
the
waters
and
the
wind
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
.
No
,
friend
,
cannot
you
beg
?
Here’s
them
in
our
country
of
Greece
gets
more
with
begging
than
we
can
do
with
working
.
,
to
Pericles
Canst
thou
catch
any
fishes
,
then
?
I
never
practiced
it
.
Nay
,
then
,
thou
wilt
starve
sure
,
for
here’s
nothing
to
be
got
nowadays
unless
thou
canst
fish
for
’t
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
What
I
have
been
I
have
forgot
to
know
,
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
.
Die
,
quotha
?
Now
gods
forbid
’t
,
an
I
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
.
I
thank
you
,
sir
.
Hark
you
,
my
friend
.
You
said
you
could
not
beg
?
I
did
but
crave
.
But
crave
?
Then
I’ll
turn
craver
too
,
and
so
I
shall
’scape
whipping
.
Why
,
are
your
beggars
whipped
,
then
?
O
,
not
all
,
my
friend
,
not
all
;
for
if
all
your
beggars
were
whipped
,
I
would
wish
no
better
office
than
to
be
beadle
.
—
But
,
master
,
I’ll
go
draw
up
the
net
.
He
exits
with
Third
Fisherman
.
,
aside
How
well
this
honest
mirth
becomes
their
labor
!
Hark
you
,
sir
,
do
you
know
where
you
are
?
Not
well
.
Why
,
I’ll
tell
you
.
This
is
called
Pentapolis
,
and
our
king
the
good
Simonides
.
The
good
Simonides
do
you
call
him
?
Ay
,
sir
,
and
he
deserves
so
to
be
called
for
his
peaceable
reign
and
good
government
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
He
is
a
happy
king
,
since
he
gains
from
his
subjects
the
name
of
good
by
his
government
.
How
far
is
his
court
distant
from
this
shore
?
Marry
,
sir
,
half
a
day’s
journey
.
And
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
.
Were
my
fortunes
equal
to
my
desires
,
I
could
wish
to
make
one
there
.
O
,
sir
,
things
must
be
as
they
may
;
and
what
a
man
cannot
get
he
may
lawfully
deal
for
his
wife’s
soul
.
Enter
the
two
other
Fishermen
,
drawing
up
a
net
.
Help
,
master
,
help
!
Here’s
a
fish
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
.
An
armor
,
friends
?
I
pray
you
let
me
see
it
.
They
pull
out
the
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 1
What
mean
you
,
sir
?
To
beg
of
you
,
kind
friends
,
this
coat
of
worth
,
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
.
Why
,
wilt
thou
tourney
for
the
lady
?
I’ll
show
the
virtue
I
have
borne
in
arms
.
Why
,
do
’ee
take
it
,
and
the
gods
give
thee
good
on
’t
.
Ay
,
but
hark
you
,
my
friend
,
’twas
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
.
Believe
’t
,
I
will
.
He
puts
on
the
armor
.
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
.
We’ll
sure
provide
.
Thou
shalt
have
my
best
gown
to
make
thee
a
pair
;
and
I’ll
bring
thee
to
the
court
myself
.
Then
honor
be
but
a
goal
to
my
will
;
This
day
I’ll
rise
or
else
add
ill
to
ill
.
They
exit
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
Scene
2
Enter
King
Simonides
,
with
Lords
,
Attendants
,
and
Thaisa
.
Are
the
knights
ready
to
begin
the
triumph
?
They
are
,
my
liege
,
And
stay
your
coming
to
present
themselves
.
Return
them
we
are
ready
,
and
our
daughter
here
,
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
.
An
Attendant
exits
.
It
pleaseth
you
,
my
royal
father
,
to
express
My
commendations
great
,
whose
merit’s
less
.
It’s
fit
it
should
be
so
,
for
princes
are
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
.
Which
to
preserve
mine
honor
,
I’ll
perform
.
The
first
Knight
passes
by
.
His
Squire
presents
a
shield
to
Thaisa
.
Who
is
the
first
that
doth
prefer
himself
?
A
knight
of
Sparta
,
my
renownèd
father
,
And
the
device
he
bears
upon
his
shield
Is
a
black
Ethiop
reaching
at
the
sun
;
The
word
:
Lux
tua
vita
mihi
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
He
loves
you
well
that
holds
his
life
of
you
.
The
second
Knight
passes
by
.
His
Squire
presents
a
shield
to
Thaisa
.
Who
is
the
second
that
presents
himself
?
A
prince
of
Macedon
,
my
royal
father
,
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
.
The
third
Knight
passes
by
.
His
Squire
presents
a
shield
to
Thaisa
.
And
what’s
the
third
?
The
third
,
of
Antioch
;
And
his
device
a
wreath
of
chivalry
;
The
word
:
Me
pompae
provexit
apex
.
The
fourth
Knight
passes
by
.
His
Squire
presents
a
shield
to
Thaisa
.
What
is
the
fourth
?
A
burning
torch
that’s
turnèd
upside
down
;
The
word
:
Qui
me
alit
me
extinguit
.
Which
shows
that
beauty
hath
his
power
and
will
,
Which
can
as
well
inflame
as
it
can
kill
.
The
fifth
Knight
passes
by
.
His
Squire
presents
a
shield
to
Thaisa
.
The
fifth
,
an
hand
environèd
with
clouds
,
Holding
out
gold
that’s
by
the
touchstone
tried
;
The
motto
thus
:
Sic
spectanda
fides
.
ACT 2. SC. 2
The
sixth
Knight
,
Pericles
,
passes
by
.
He
presents
a
shield
to
Thaisa
.
And
what’s
the
sixth
and
last
,
the
which
the
knight
himself
With
such
a
graceful
courtesy
delivered
?
He
seems
to
be
a
stranger
;
but
his
present
is
A
withered
branch
that’s
only
green
at
top
,
The
motto
:
In
hac
spe
vivo
.
A
pretty
moral
.
From
the
dejected
state
wherein
he
is
,
He
hopes
by
you
his
fortunes
yet
may
flourish
.
He
had
need
mean
better
than
his
outward
show
Can
any
way
speak
in
his
just
commend
,
For
by
his
rusty
outside
he
appears
To
have
practiced
more
the
whipstock
than
the
lance
.
He
well
may
be
a
stranger
,
for
he
comes
To
an
honored
triumph
strangely
furnishèd
.
And
on
set
purpose
let
his
armor
rust
Until
this
day
,
to
scour
it
in
the
dust
.
Opinion’s
but
a
fool
that
makes
us
scan
The
outward
habit
by
the
inward
man
.
But
stay
,
the
knights
are
coming
.
We
will
withdraw
into
the
gallery
.
They
exit
.
Great
shouts
offstage
,
and
all
cry
,
The
mean
knight
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
Scene
3
Enter
the
King
Simonides
,
Thaisa
,
Marshal
,
Ladies
,
Lords
,
Attendants
,
and
Knights
in
armor
,
from
tilting
.
Knights
,
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
Pericles
But
you
my
knight
and
guest
,
To
whom
this
wreath
of
victory
I
give
And
crown
you
king
of
this
day’s
happiness
.
She
places
a
wreath
on
Pericles’
head
.
’Tis
more
by
fortune
,
lady
,
than
my
merit
.
Call
it
by
what
you
will
,
the
day
is
yours
,
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
.
We
are
honored
much
by
good
Simonides
.
Your
presence
glads
our
days
.
Honor
we
love
,
For
who
hates
honor
hates
the
gods
above
.
,
to
Pericles
Sir
,
yonder
is
your
place
.
Some
other
is
more
fit
.
Contend
not
,
sir
,
for
we
are
gentlemen
ACT 2. SC. 3
Have
neither
in
our
hearts
nor
outward
eyes
Envies
the
great
,
nor
shall
the
low
despise
.
You
are
right
courteous
knights
.
Sit
,
sir
,
sit
.
They
sit
.
Aside
.
By
Jove
I
wonder
,
that
is
king
of
thoughts
,
These
cates
resist
me
,
he
not
thought
upon
.
,
aside
By
Juno
,
that
is
queen
of
marriage
,
All
viands
that
I
eat
do
seem
unsavory
,
Wishing
him
my
meat
.
—
Sure
,
he’s
a
gallant
gentleman
.
He’s
but
a
country
gentleman
;
Has
done
no
more
than
other
knights
have
done
;
Has
broken
a
staff
or
so
.
So
let
it
pass
.
,
aside
To
me
he
seems
like
diamond
to
glass
.
,
aside
Yon
king’s
to
me
like
to
my
father’s
picture
,
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
.
What
,
are
you
merry
,
knights
?
Who
can
be
other
in
this
royal
presence
?
Here
,
with
a
cup
that’s
stored
unto
the
brim
,
As
do
you
love
,
fill
to
your
mistress’
lips
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
We
drink
this
health
to
you
.
He
drinks
.
We
thank
your
Grace
.
Yet
pause
awhile
.
Yon
knight
doth
sit
too
melancholy
,
As
if
the
entertainment
in
our
court
Had
not
a
show
might
countervail
his
worth
.
—
Note
it
not
you
,
Thaisa
?
What
is
’t
to
me
,
my
father
?
O
,
attend
,
my
daughter
.
Princes
in
this
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
.
He
drinks
.
Alas
,
my
father
,
it
befits
not
me
Unto
a
stranger
knight
to
be
so
bold
.
He
may
my
proffer
take
for
an
offense
,
Since
men
take
women’s
gifts
for
impudence
.
How
?
Do
as
I
bid
you
,
or
you’ll
move
me
else
.
,
aside
Now
,
by
the
gods
,
he
could
not
please
me
better
.
And
furthermore
tell
him
we
desire
to
know
of
him
Of
whence
he
is
,
his
name
and
parentage
.
,
going
to
Pericles
The
King
,
my
father
,
sir
,
has
drunk
to
you
.
I
thank
him
.
Wishing
it
so
much
blood
unto
your
life
.
I
thank
both
him
and
you
,
and
pledge
him
freely
.
He
drinks
to
Simonides
.
ACT 2. SC. 3
And
further
,
he
desires
to
know
of
you
Of
whence
you
are
,
your
name
and
parentage
.
A
gentleman
of
Tyre
,
my
name
Pericles
.
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
.
,
returning
to
her
place
He
thanks
your
Grace
;
names
himself
Pericles
,
A
gentleman
of
Tyre
,
Who
only
by
misfortune
of
the
seas
,
Bereft
of
ships
and
men
,
cast
on
this
shore
.
Now
,
by
the
gods
,
I
pity
his
misfortune
,
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
.
They
dance
.
So
,
this
was
well
asked
,
’twas
so
well
performed
.
Come
,
sir
.
He
presents
Pericles
to
Thaisa
.
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
.
In
those
that
practice
them
they
are
,
my
lord
.
O
,
that’s
as
much
as
you
would
be
denied
Of
your
fair
courtesy
.
They
dance
.
Unclasp
,
unclasp
!
ACT 2. SC. 4
Thanks
,
gentlemen
,
to
all
;
all
have
done
well
;
To
Pericles
.
But
you
the
best
.
—
Pages
and
lights
,
to
conduct
These
knights
unto
their
several
lodgings
.
To
Pericles
.
Yours
,
sir
,
We
have
given
order
be
next
our
own
.
I
am
at
your
Grace’s
pleasure
.
Princes
,
it
is
too
late
to
talk
of
love
,
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
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Helicanus
and
Escanes
.
No
,
Escanes
,
know
this
of
me
:
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
.
’Twas
very
strange
.
And
yet
but
justice
;
for
though
this
king
were
great
,
His
greatness
was
no
guard
to
bar
heaven’s
shaft
,
But
sin
had
his
reward
.
ACT 2. SC. 4
’Tis
very
true
.
Enter
two
or
three
Lords
.
See
,
not
a
man
in
private
conference
Or
counsel
has
respect
with
him
but
he
.
It
shall
no
longer
grieve
without
reproof
.
And
cursed
be
he
that
will
not
second
it
.
Follow
me
,
then
.
—
Lord
Helicane
,
a
word
.
With
me
?
And
welcome
.
Happy
day
,
my
lords
.
Know
that
our
griefs
are
risen
to
the
top
,
And
now
at
length
they
overflow
their
banks
.
Your
griefs
?
For
what
?
Wrong
not
your
prince
you
love
.
Wrong
not
yourself
,
then
,
noble
Helicane
.
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
.
Whose
death’s
indeed
the
strongest
in
our
censure
;
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
Live
,
noble
Helicane
!
Try
honor’s
cause
;
forbear
your
suffrages
.
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
.
To
wisdom
he’s
a
fool
that
will
not
yield
.
And
since
Lord
Helicane
enjoineth
us
,
We
with
our
travels
will
endeavor
.
Then
you
love
us
,
we
you
,
and
we’ll
clasp
hands
.
When
peers
thus
knit
,
a
kingdom
ever
stands
.
They
exit
.
Scene
5
Enter
the
King
,
Simonides
,
reading
of
a
letter
at
one
door
;
the
Knights
meet
him
.
Good
morrow
to
the
good
Simonides
.
Knights
,
from
my
daughter
this
I
let
you
know
,
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
May
we
not
get
access
to
her
,
my
lord
?
Faith
,
by
no
means
;
she
hath
so
strictly
tied
her
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
.
Loath
to
bid
farewell
,
we
take
our
leaves
.
The
Knights
exit
.
So
,
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
.
Enter
Pericles
.
All
fortune
to
the
good
Simonides
.
To
you
as
much
.
Sir
,
I
am
beholding
to
you
For
your
sweet
music
this
last
night
.
I
do
Protest
,
my
ears
were
never
better
fed
With
such
delightful
pleasing
harmony
.
It
is
your
Grace’s
pleasure
to
commend
,
Not
my
desert
.
Sir
,
you
are
music’s
master
.
The
worst
of
all
her
scholars
,
my
good
lord
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
Let
me
ask
you
one
thing
:
What
do
you
think
of
my
daughter
,
sir
?
A
most
virtuous
princess
.
And
she
is
fair
too
,
is
she
not
?
As
a
fair
day
in
summer
,
wondrous
fair
.
Sir
,
my
daughter
thinks
very
well
of
you
,
Ay
,
so
well
that
you
must
be
her
master
,
And
she
will
be
your
scholar
.
Therefore
,
look
to
it
.
I
am
unworthy
for
her
schoolmaster
.
She
thinks
not
so
.
Peruse
this
writing
else
.
,
aside
What’s
here
?
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
.
Thou
hast
bewitched
my
daughter
,
and
thou
art
A
villain
.
By
the
gods
,
I
have
not
!
Never
did
thought
of
mine
levy
offense
;
Nor
never
did
my
actions
yet
commence
A
deed
might
gain
her
love
or
your
displeasure
.
Traitor
,
thou
liest
!
Traitor
?
Ay
,
traitor
.
Even
in
his
throat
,
unless
it
be
the
King
That
calls
me
traitor
,
I
return
the
lie
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
,
aside
Now
,
by
the
gods
,
I
do
applaud
his
courage
.
My
actions
are
as
noble
as
my
thoughts
,
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
.
No
?
Here
comes
my
daughter
.
She
can
witness
it
.
Enter
Thaisa
.
Then
as
you
are
as
virtuous
as
fair
,
Resolve
your
angry
father
if
my
tongue
Did
e’er
solicit
or
my
hand
subscribe
To
any
syllable
that
made
love
to
you
.
Why
,
sir
,
say
if
you
had
,
who
takes
offense
At
that
would
make
me
glad
?
Yea
,
mistress
,
are
you
so
peremptory
?
(
Aside
.
)
I
am
glad
on
’t
with
all
my
heart
.
—
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
?
(
Aside
.
)
Who
,
for
aught
I
know
,
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
.
ACT 2. SC. 5
And
for
further
grief
—
God
give
you
joy
!
What
,
are
you
both
pleased
?
Yes
,
(
to
Pericles
)
if
you
love
me
,
sir
.
Even
as
my
life
my
blood
that
fosters
it
.
What
,
are
you
both
agreed
?
Yes
,
if
’t
please
your
Majesty
.
It
pleaseth
me
so
well
that
I
will
see
you
wed
,
And
then
with
what
haste
you
can
,
get
you
to
bed
.
They
exit
.
ACT
3
3
Chorus
Enter
Gower
.
Now
sleep
yslackèd
hath
the
rout
;
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
.
Dumb
Show
.
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
.
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
.
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
.
He
exits
.
Scene
1
Enter
Pericles
,
a-shipboard
.
The
god
of
this
great
vast
,
rebuke
these
surges
,
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
!
Enter
Lychorida
,
carrying
an
infant
.
Here
is
a
thing
too
young
for
such
a
place
,
Who
,
if
it
had
conceit
,
would
die
,
as
I
ACT 3. SC. 1
Am
like
to
do
.
Take
in
your
arms
this
piece
Of
your
dead
queen
.
How
?
How
,
Lychorida
?
Patience
,
good
sir
.
Do
not
assist
the
storm
.
Here’s
all
that
is
left
living
of
your
queen
,
A
little
daughter
.
For
the
sake
of
it
,
Be
manly
and
take
comfort
.
O
you
gods
!
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
.
Patience
,
good
sir
,
Even
for
this
charge
.
She
hands
him
the
infant
.
,
to
the
infant
Now
mild
may
be
thy
life
,
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
.
Enter
two
Sailors
.
What
courage
,
sir
?
God
save
you
.
Courage
enough
.
I
do
not
fear
the
flaw
.
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
.
Slack
the
bowlines
there
!
—
Thou
wilt
not
,
wilt
thou
?
Blow
,
and
split
thyself
!
ACT 3. SC. 1
But
searoom
,
an
the
brine
and
cloudy
billow
kiss
the
moon
,
I
care
not
.
Sir
,
your
queen
must
overboard
.
The
sea
works
high
,
the
wind
is
loud
,
and
will
not
lie
till
the
ship
be
cleared
of
the
dead
.
That’s
your
superstition
.
Pardon
us
,
sir
;
with
us
at
sea
it
hath
been
still
observed
,
and
we
are
strong
in
custom
.
Therefore
briefly
yield
’er
,
for
she
must
overboard
straight
.
As
you
think
meet
.
—
Most
wretched
queen
!
Here
she
lies
,
sir
.
A
terrible
childbed
hast
thou
had
,
my
dear
,
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
!
Lychorida
exits
.
Sir
,
we
have
a
chest
beneath
the
hatches
,
caulked
and
bitumed
ready
.
I
thank
thee
,
mariner
.
Say
,
what
coast
is
this
?
We
are
near
Tarsus
.
Thither
,
gentle
mariner
.
Alter
thy
course
for
Tyre
.
When
canst
thou
reach
it
?
By
break
of
day
if
the
wind
cease
.
ACT 3. SC. 2
O
,
make
for
Tarsus
!
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
.
They
exit
.
Scene
2
Enter
Lord
Cerimon
with
two
Suppliants
.
Philemon
,
ho
!
Enter
Philemon
.
Doth
my
lord
call
?
Get
fire
and
meat
for
these
poor
men
.
’T
has
been
a
turbulent
and
stormy
night
.
Philemon
exits
.
I
have
been
in
many
;
but
such
a
night
as
this
,
Till
now
,
I
ne’er
endured
.
Your
master
will
be
dead
ere
you
return
.
There’s
nothing
can
be
ministered
to
nature
That
can
recover
him
.
To
Second
Suppliant
.
Give
this
to
the
’pothecary
,
And
tell
me
how
it
works
.
Suppliants
exit
.
Enter
two
Gentlemen
.
Good
morrow
.
Good
morrow
to
your
Lordship
.
Gentlemen
,
why
do
you
stir
so
early
?
Sir
,
Our
lodgings
,
standing
bleak
upon
the
sea
,
Shook
as
the
earth
did
quake
.
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
.
That
is
the
cause
we
trouble
you
so
early
.
’Tis
not
our
husbandry
.
O
,
you
say
well
.
But
I
much
marvel
that
your
Lordship
,
having
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
.
I
hold
it
ever
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
Honor
has
through
Ephesus
poured
forth
Your
charity
,
and
hundreds
call
themselves
Your
creatures
,
who
by
you
have
been
restored
;
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
—
Enter
two
or
three
Servants
with
a
chest
.
So
,
lift
there
.
What’s
that
?
Sir
,
even
now
Did
the
sea
toss
up
upon
our
shore
this
chest
.
’Tis
of
some
wrack
.
Set
’t
down
.
Let’s
look
upon
’t
.
’Tis
like
a
coffin
,
sir
.
What
e’er
it
be
,
’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
.
’Tis
so
,
my
lord
.
How
close
’tis
caulked
and
bitumed
!
Did
the
sea
cast
it
up
?
I
never
saw
so
huge
a
billow
,
sir
,
As
tossed
it
upon
shore
.
Wrench
it
open
.
Soft
!
It
smells
most
sweetly
in
my
sense
.
A
delicate
odor
.
As
ever
hit
my
nostril
.
So
,
up
with
it
.
They
open
the
chest
.
O
,
you
most
potent
gods
!
What’s
here
?
A
corse
?
Most
strange
!
Shrouded
in
cloth
of
state
,
balmed
and
entreasured
With
full
bags
of
spices
.
A
passport
too
!
ACT 3. SC. 2
Apollo
,
perfect
me
in
the
characters
.
He
reads
.
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
.
Most
likely
,
sir
.
Nay
,
certainly
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
.
A
servant
exits
.
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
.
Enter
one
with
boxes
,
napkins
,
and
fire
.
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
.
Music
sounds
.
I
pray
you
,
give
her
air
.
Gentlemen
,
This
queen
will
live
.
Nature
awakes
a
warm
breath
Out
of
her
.
She
hath
not
been
entranced
ACT 3. SC. 3
Above
five
hours
.
See
how
she
gins
to
blow
Into
life’s
flower
again
.
The
heavens
,
through
you
,
Increase
our
wonder
,
and
sets
up
your
fame
Forever
.
She
is
alive
.
Behold
her
eyelids
—
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
.
She
moves
.
O
dear
Diana
,
Where
am
I
?
Where’s
my
lord
?
What
world
is
this
?
Is
not
this
strange
?
Most
rare
!
Hush
,
my
gentle
neighbors
!
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
.
They
carry
her
away
as
they
all
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Pericles
,
at
Tarsus
,
with
Cleon
and
Dionyza
,
and
Lychorida
with
the
child
.
Most
honored
Cleon
,
I
must
needs
be
gone
.
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
.
ACT 3. SC. 3
Your
shakes
of
fortune
,
though
they
haunt
you
mortally
,
Yet
glance
full
wond’ringly
on
us
.
O
,
your
sweet
queen
!
That
the
strict
Fates
had
pleased
You
had
brought
her
hither
to
have
blessed
mine
eyes
with
her
!
We
cannot
but
obey
the
powers
above
us
.
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
.
Fear
not
,
my
lord
,
but
think
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
!
I
believe
you
.
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
.
ACT 3. SC. 4
I
have
one
myself
,
Who
shall
not
be
more
dear
to
my
respect
Than
yours
,
my
lord
.
Madam
,
my
thanks
and
prayers
.
We’ll
bring
your
Grace
e’en
to
the
edge
o’
th’
shore
,
Then
give
you
up
to
the
maskèd
Neptune
And
the
gentlest
winds
of
heaven
.
I
will
embrace
your
offer
.
—
Come
,
dearest
madam
.
—
O
,
no
tears
,
Lychorida
,
no
tears
!
Look
to
your
little
mistress
,
on
whose
grace
You
may
depend
hereafter
.
—
Come
,
my
lord
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Cerimon
and
Thaisa
.
Madam
,
this
letter
and
some
certain
jewels
Lay
with
you
in
your
coffer
,
which
are
At
your
command
.
Know
you
the
character
?
He
shows
her
the
letter
.
It
is
my
lord’s
.
That
I
was
shipped
at
sea
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
.
Madam
,
if
this
You
purpose
as
you
speak
,
Diana’s
temple
Is
not
distant
far
,
where
you
may
abide
ACT 3. SC. 4
Till
your
date
expire
.
Moreover
,
if
you
Please
,
a
niece
of
mine
shall
there
attend
you
.
My
recompense
is
thanks
,
that’s
all
;
Yet
my
good
will
is
great
,
though
the
gift
small
.
They
exit
.
ACT
4
4
Chorus
Enter
Gower
.
Imagine
Pericles
arrived
at
Tyre
,
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
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
.
He
exits
.
Scene
1
Enter
Dionyza
with
Leonine
.
Thy
oath
remember
.
Thou
hast
sworn
to
do
’t
.
’Tis
but
a
blow
which
never
shall
be
known
.
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
.
I
will
do
’t
;
but
yet
She
is
a
goodly
creature
.
The
fitter
,
then
,
The
gods
should
have
her
.
Here
she
comes
weeping
For
her
only
mistress’
death
.
Thou
art
resolved
?
I
am
resolved
.
Enter
Marina
with
a
basket
of
flowers
.
No
,
I
will
rob
Tellus
of
her
weed
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
now
,
Marina
?
Why
do
you
keep
alone
?
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
.
No
,
I
pray
you
,
I’ll
not
bereave
you
of
your
servant
.
ACT 4. SC. 1
Come
,
come
.
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
.
Well
,
I
will
go
,
But
yet
I
have
no
desire
to
it
.
Come
,
come
,
I
know
’tis
good
for
you
.
—
Walk
half
an
hour
,
Leonine
,
at
the
least
.
Remember
What
I
have
said
.
I
warrant
you
,
madam
.
I’ll
leave
you
,
my
sweet
lady
,
for
a
while
.
Pray
walk
softly
;
do
not
heat
your
blood
.
What
,
I
must
have
care
of
you
.
My
thanks
,
sweet
madam
.
Dionyza
exits
.
Is
this
wind
westerly
that
blows
?
Southwest
.
When
I
was
born
,
the
wind
was
north
.
Was
’t
so
?
My
father
,
as
nurse
says
,
did
never
fear
,
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
.
When
was
this
?
ACT 4. SC. 1
When
I
was
born
.
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
.
Come
,
say
your
prayers
.
He
draws
his
sword
.
What
mean
you
?
If
you
require
a
little
space
for
prayer
,
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
.
Why
will
you
kill
me
?
To
satisfy
my
lady
.
Why
would
she
have
me
killed
?
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
?
My
commission
Is
not
to
reason
of
the
deed
,
but
do
’t
.
You
will
not
do
’t
for
all
the
world
,
I
hope
.
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Your
lady
seeks
my
life
.
Come
you
between
,
And
save
poor
me
,
the
weaker
.
I
am
sworn
And
will
dispatch
.
He
seizes
her
.
Enter
Pirates
.
Hold
,
villain
!
Leonine
runs
offstage
.
A
prize
,
a
prize
!
He
seizes
Marina
.
Half-part
,
mates
,
half-part
.
Come
,
let’s
have
her
aboard
suddenly
.
They
exit
,
carrying
Marina
.
Enter
Leonine
.
These
roguing
thieves
serve
the
great
pirate
Valdes
,
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
.
He
exits
.
Scene
2
Enter
Pander
,
Bawd
,
and
Bolt
.
Bolt
!
Sir
?
Search
the
market
narrowly
.
Mytilene
is
full
of
gallants
.
We
lost
too
much
money
this
mart
by
being
too
wenchless
.
We
were
never
so
much
out
of
creatures
.
We
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
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Therefore
let’s
have
fresh
ones
,
whate’er
we
pay
for
them
.
If
there
be
not
a
conscience
to
be
used
in
every
trade
,
we
shall
never
prosper
.
Thou
sayst
true
.
’Tis
not
our
bringing
up
of
poor
bastards
—
as
I
think
I
have
brought
up
some
eleven
—
Ay
,
to
eleven
,
and
brought
them
down
again
.
But
shall
I
search
the
market
?
What
else
,
man
?
The
stuff
we
have
,
a
strong
wind
will
blow
it
to
pieces
,
they
are
so
pitifully
sodden
.
Thou
sayst
true
.
There’s
two
unwholesome
,
a’
conscience
.
The
poor
Transylvanian
is
dead
that
lay
with
the
little
baggage
.
Ay
,
she
quickly
pooped
him
.
She
made
him
roast-meat
for
worms
.
But
I’ll
go
search
the
market
.
He
exits
.
Three
or
four
thousand
chequins
were
as
pretty
a
proportion
to
live
quietly
,
and
so
give
over
.
Why
to
give
over
,
I
pray
you
?
Is
it
a
shame
to
get
when
we
are
old
?
O
,
our
credit
comes
not
in
like
the
commodity
,
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
.
Come
,
other
sorts
offend
as
well
as
we
.
As
well
as
we
?
Ay
,
and
better
too
;
we
offend
worse
.
Neither
is
our
profession
any
trade
;
it’s
no
calling
.
But
here
comes
Bolt
.
Enter
Bolt
with
the
Pirates
and
Marina
.
Come
your
ways
,
my
masters
.
You
say
she’s
a
virgin
?
O
,
sir
,
we
doubt
it
not
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Master
,
I
have
gone
through
for
this
piece
you
see
.
If
you
like
her
,
so
;
if
not
,
I
have
lost
my
earnest
.
Bolt
,
has
she
any
qualities
?
She
has
a
good
face
,
speaks
well
,
and
has
excellent
good
clothes
.
There’s
no
farther
necessity
of
qualities
can
make
her
be
refused
.
What’s
her
price
,
Bolt
?
I
cannot
be
bated
one
doit
of
a
thousand
pieces
.
Well
,
follow
me
,
my
masters
;
you
shall
have
your
money
presently
.
—
Wife
,
take
her
in
.
Instruct
her
what
she
has
to
do
,
that
she
may
not
be
raw
in
her
entertainment
.
He
exits
with
Pirates
.
Bolt
,
take
you
the
marks
of
her
:
the
color
of
her
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
.
Performance
shall
follow
.
He
exits
.
Alack
that
Leonine
was
so
slack
,
so
slow
!
He
should
have
struck
,
not
spoke
.
Or
that
these
pirates
,
Not
enough
barbarous
,
had
but
o’erboard
thrown
me
For
to
seek
my
mother
.
Why
lament
you
,
pretty
one
?
That
I
am
pretty
.
Come
,
the
gods
have
done
their
part
in
you
.
I
accuse
them
not
.
You
are
light
into
my
hands
,
where
you
are
like
to
live
.
The
more
my
fault
,
to
’scape
his
hands
where
I
was
to
die
.
Ay
,
and
you
shall
live
in
pleasure
.
No
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Yes
,
indeed
shall
you
,
and
taste
gentlemen
of
all
fashions
.
You
shall
fare
well
;
you
shall
have
the
difference
of
all
complexions
.
What
,
do
you
stop
your
ears
?
Are
you
a
woman
?
What
would
you
have
me
be
,
an
I
be
not
a
woman
?
An
honest
woman
,
or
not
a
woman
.
Marry
,
whip
the
gosling
!
I
think
I
shall
have
something
to
do
with
you
.
Come
,
you’re
a
young
foolish
sapling
,
and
must
be
bowed
as
I
would
have
you
.
The
gods
defend
me
!
If
it
please
the
gods
to
defend
you
by
men
,
then
men
must
comfort
you
,
men
must
feed
you
,
men
stir
you
up
.
Bolt’s
returned
.
Enter
Bolt
.
Now
,
sir
,
hast
thou
cried
her
through
the
market
?
I
have
cried
her
almost
to
the
number
of
her
hairs
.
I
have
drawn
her
picture
with
my
voice
.
And
I
prithee
tell
me
,
how
dost
thou
find
the
inclination
of
the
people
,
especially
of
the
younger
sort
?
Faith
,
they
listened
to
me
as
they
would
have
hearkened
to
their
father’s
testament
.
There
was
a
Spaniard’s
mouth
watered
an
he
went
to
bed
to
her
very
description
.
We
shall
have
him
here
tomorrow
with
his
best
ruff
on
.
Tonight
,
tonight
!
But
,
mistress
,
do
you
know
the
French
knight
that
cowers
i’
the
hams
?
Who
?
Monsieur
Verolles
?
Ay
,
he
.
He
offered
to
cut
a
caper
at
the
proclamation
,
but
he
made
a
groan
at
it
and
swore
he
would
see
her
tomorrow
.
ACT 4. SC. 2
Well
,
well
,
as
for
him
,
he
brought
his
disease
hither
;
here
he
does
but
repair
it
.
I
know
he
will
come
in
our
shadow
,
to
scatter
his
crowns
in
the
sun
.
Well
,
if
we
had
of
every
nation
a
traveler
,
we
should
lodge
them
with
this
sign
.
,
to
Marina
Pray
you
,
come
hither
awhile
.
You
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
.
I
understand
you
not
.
O
,
take
her
home
,
mistress
,
take
her
home
!
These
blushes
of
hers
must
be
quenched
with
some
present
practice
.
Thou
sayst
true
,
i’
faith
,
so
they
must
,
for
your
bride
goes
to
that
with
shame
which
is
her
way
to
go
with
warrant
.
Faith
,
some
do
and
some
do
not
.
But
,
mistress
,
if
I
have
bargained
for
the
joint
—
Thou
mayst
cut
a
morsel
off
the
spit
.
I
may
so
.
Who
should
deny
it
?
Come
,
young
one
,
I
like
the
manner
of
your
garments
well
.
Ay
,
by
my
faith
,
they
shall
not
be
changed
yet
.
Bolt
,
spend
thou
that
in
the
town
.
(
She
gives
him
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
.
I
warrant
you
,
mistress
,
thunder
shall
not
so
awake
the
beds
of
eels
as
my
giving
out
her
beauty
stirs
up
the
lewdly
inclined
.
I’ll
bring
home
some
tonight
.
ACT 4. SC. 3
,
to
Marina
Come
your
ways
.
Follow
me
.
If
fires
be
hot
,
knives
sharp
,
or
waters
deep
,
Untied
I
still
my
virgin
knot
will
keep
.
Diana
aid
my
purpose
!
What
have
we
to
do
with
Diana
,
pray
you
?
Will
you
go
with
us
?
They
exit
.
Scene
3
Enter
Cleon
and
Dionyza
.
Why
,
are
you
foolish
?
Can
it
be
undone
?
O
Dionyza
,
such
a
piece
of
slaughter
The
sun
and
moon
ne’er
looked
upon
!
I
think
you’ll
turn
a
child
again
.
Were
I
chief
lord
of
all
this
spacious
world
,
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
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
?
That
she
is
dead
.
Nurses
are
not
the
Fates
.
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
!
ACT 4. SC. 3
O
,
go
to
.
Well
,
well
,
Of
all
the
faults
beneath
the
heavens
,
the
gods
Do
like
this
worst
.
Be
one
of
those
that
thinks
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
.
To
such
proceeding
Whoever
but
his
approbation
added
,
Though
not
his
prime
consent
,
he
did
not
flow
From
honorable
courses
.
Be
it
so
,
then
.
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
.
Heavens
forgive
it
.
And
as
for
Pericles
,
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
.
Thou
art
like
the
Harpy
,
Which
,
to
betray
,
dost
with
thine
angel’s
face
Seize
with
thine
eagle’s
talons
.
ACT 4. SC. 4
You’re
like
one
that
superstitiously
Do
swear
to
the
gods
that
winter
kills
the
flies
.
But
yet
I
know
you’ll
do
as
I
advise
.
They
exit
.
Scene
4
Enter
Gower
.
Thus
time
we
waste
,
and
long
leagues
make
short
,
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
.
Dumb
Show
.
Enter
Pericles
at
one
door
,
with
all
his
train
,
Cleon
and
Dionyza
at
the
other
.
Cleon
shows
Pericles
the
tomb
,
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
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
.
He
exits
.
ACT 4. SC. 6
Scene
5
Enter
two
Gentlemen
.
Did
you
ever
hear
the
like
?
No
,
nor
never
shall
do
in
such
a
place
as
this
,
she
being
once
gone
.
But
to
have
divinity
preached
there
!
Did
you
ever
dream
of
such
a
thing
?
No
,
no
.
Come
,
I
am
for
no
more
bawdy
houses
.
Shall
’s
go
hear
the
vestals
sing
?
I’ll
do
anything
now
that
is
virtuous
,
but
I
am
out
of
the
road
of
rutting
forever
.
They
exit
.
Scene
6
Enter
Bawd
,
Pander
,
and
Bolt
.
Well
,
I
had
rather
than
twice
the
worth
of
her
she
had
ne’er
come
here
.
Fie
,
fie
upon
her
!
She’s
able
to
freeze
the
god
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
.
Faith
,
I
must
ravish
her
,
or
she’ll
disfurnish
us
of
all
our
cavalleria
,
and
make
our
swearers
priests
.
Now
the
pox
upon
her
greensickness
for
me
!
Faith
,
there’s
no
way
to
be
rid
on
’t
but
by
the
way
to
the
pox
.
Enter
Lysimachus
.
Here
comes
the
Lord
Lysimachus
disguised
.
ACT 4. SC. 6
We
should
have
both
lord
and
lown
,
if
the
peevish
baggage
would
but
give
way
to
customers
.
,
removing
his
disguise
How
now
!
How
a
dozen
of
virginities
?
Now
the
gods
to-bless
your
Honor
!
I
am
glad
to
see
your
Honor
in
good
health
.
You
may
so
.
’Tis
the
better
for
you
that
your
resorters
stand
upon
sound
legs
.
How
now
?
Wholesome
iniquity
have
you
that
a
man
may
deal
withal
and
defy
the
surgeon
?
We
have
here
one
,
sir
,
if
she
would
—
but
there
never
came
her
like
in
Mytilene
.
If
she’d
do
the
deeds
of
darkness
,
thou
wouldst
say
?
Your
Honor
knows
what
’tis
to
say
,
well
enough
.
Well
,
call
forth
,
call
forth
.
Pander
exits
.
For
flesh
and
blood
,
sir
,
white
and
red
,
you
shall
see
a
rose
;
and
she
were
a
rose
indeed
,
if
she
had
but
—
What
,
prithee
?
O
,
sir
,
I
can
be
modest
.
That
dignifies
the
renown
of
a
bawd
no
less
than
it
gives
a
good
report
to
a
number
to
be
chaste
.
Enter
Pander
with
Marina
.
Here
comes
that
which
grows
to
the
stalk
,
never
plucked
yet
,
I
can
assure
you
.
Is
she
not
a
fair
creature
?
Faith
,
she
would
serve
after
a
long
voyage
at
sea
.
Well
,
there’s
for
you
.
He
gives
money
.
Leave
us
.
I
beseech
your
Honor
,
give
me
leave
a
word
,
and
I’ll
have
done
presently
.
I
beseech
you
,
do
.
He
moves
aside
.
,
to
Marina
First
,
I
would
have
you
note
this
is
an
honorable
man
.
ACT 4. SC. 6
I
desire
to
find
him
so
,
that
I
may
worthily
note
him
.
Next
,
he’s
the
governor
of
this
country
and
a
man
whom
I
am
bound
to
.
If
he
govern
the
country
,
you
are
bound
to
him
indeed
,
but
how
honorable
he
is
in
that
I
know
not
.
Pray
you
,
without
any
more
virginal
fencing
,
will
you
use
him
kindly
?
He
will
line
your
apron
with
gold
.
What
he
will
do
graciously
,
I
will
thankfully
receive
.
,
coming
forward
Ha’
you
done
?
My
lord
,
she’s
not
paced
yet
.
You
must
take
some
pains
to
work
her
to
your
manage
.
—
Come
,
we
will
leave
his
Honor
and
her
together
.
Go
thy
ways
.
Bawd
,
Pander
,
and
Bolt
exit
.
Now
,
pretty
one
,
how
long
have
you
been
at
this
trade
?
What
trade
,
sir
?
Why
,
I
cannot
name
’t
but
I
shall
offend
.
I
cannot
be
offended
with
my
trade
.
Please
you
to
name
it
.
How
long
have
you
been
of
this
profession
?
E’er
since
I
can
remember
.
Did
you
go
to
’t
so
young
?
Were
you
a
gamester
at
five
or
at
seven
?
Earlier
too
,
sir
,
if
now
I
be
one
.
Why
,
the
house
you
dwell
in
proclaims
you
to
be
a
creature
of
sale
.
Do
you
know
this
house
to
be
a
place
of
such
resort
,
and
will
come
into
’t
?
I
hear
say
you’re
of
honorable
parts
and
are
the
governor
of
this
place
.
Why
,
hath
your
principal
made
known
unto
you
who
I
am
?
Who
is
my
principal
?
ACT 4. SC. 6
Why
,
your
herbwoman
,
she
that
sets
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
you
were
born
to
honor
,
show
it
now
;
If
put
upon
you
,
make
the
judgment
good
That
thought
you
worthy
of
it
.
How’s
this
?
How’s
this
?
Some
more
.
Be
sage
.
For
me
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
!
I
did
not
think
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
!
He
gives
her
money
.
The
good
gods
preserve
you
.
For
me
,
be
you
thoughten
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
.
He
gives
her
money
.
A
curse
upon
him
,
die
he
like
a
thief
,
ACT 4. SC. 6
That
robs
thee
of
thy
goodness
!
If
thou
dost
Hear
from
me
,
it
shall
be
for
thy
good
.
He
begins
to
exit
.
,
at
the
door
I
beseech
your
Honor
,
one
piece
for
me
.
Avaunt
,
thou
damnèd
doorkeeper
!
Your
house
,
but
for
this
virgin
that
doth
prop
it
,
Would
sink
and
overwhelm
you
.
Away
!
He
exits
.
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
household
,
let
me
be
gelded
like
a
spaniel
.
Come
your
ways
.
Whither
would
you
have
me
?
I
must
have
your
maidenhead
taken
off
,
or
the
common
hangman
shall
execute
it
.
Come
your
way
.
We’ll
have
no
more
gentlemen
driven
away
.
Come
your
ways
,
I
say
.
Enter
Bawd
and
Pander
.
How
now
,
what’s
the
matter
?
Worse
and
worse
,
mistress
.
She
has
here
spoken
holy
words
to
the
Lord
Lysimachus
!
O
,
abominable
!
He
makes
our
profession
as
it
were
to
stink
afore
the
face
of
the
gods
.
Marry
,
hang
her
up
forever
.
The
nobleman
would
have
dealt
with
her
like
a
nobleman
,
and
she
sent
him
away
as
cold
as
a
snowball
,
saying
his
prayers
too
.
Bolt
,
take
her
away
,
use
her
at
thy
pleasure
,
crack
the
glass
of
her
virginity
,
and
make
the
rest
malleable
.
An
if
she
were
a
thornier
piece
of
ground
than
she
is
,
she
shall
be
plowed
.
Hark
,
hark
,
you
gods
!
ACT 4. SC. 6
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
!
Bawd
and
Pander
exit
.
Come
,
mistress
,
come
your
way
with
me
.
Whither
wilt
thou
have
me
?
To
take
from
you
the
jewel
you
hold
so
dear
.
Prithee
,
tell
me
one
thing
first
.
Come
,
now
,
your
one
thing
.
What
canst
thou
wish
thine
enemy
to
be
?
Why
,
I
could
wish
him
to
be
my
master
,
or
rather
,
my
mistress
.
Neither
of
these
are
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
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
.
What
would
you
have
me
do
?
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
?
Do
anything
but
this
thou
dost
.
Empty
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
!
ACT 4. SC. 6
Here
,
here’s
gold
for
thee
.
She
gives
him
money
.
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
.
But
can
you
teach
all
this
you
speak
of
?
Prove
that
I
cannot
,
take
me
home
again
And
prostitute
me
to
the
basest
groom
That
doth
frequent
your
house
.
Well
,
I
will
see
what
I
can
do
for
thee
.
If
I
can
place
thee
,
I
will
.
But
amongst
honest
women
.
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
.
They
exit
.
ACT
5
Enter
Gower
.
Marina
thus
the
brothel
’scapes
,
and
chances
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
.
He
exits
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Scene
1
Enter
Helicanus
,
to
him
two
Sailors
,
one
from
the
Tyrian
ship
and
one
from
Mytilene
.
,
(
to
Sailor
from
Mytilene
)
Where
is
Lord
Helicanus
?
He
can
resolve
you
.
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
?
That
he
have
his
.
Sailor
from
Mytilene
exits
.
Call
up
some
gentlemen
.
Ho
,
gentlemen
,
my
lord
calls
.
Enter
two
or
three
Gentlemen
.
Doth
your
Lordship
call
?
Gentlemen
,
There
is
some
of
worth
would
come
aboard
.
I
pray
,
greet
him
fairly
.
Enter
Lysimachus
,
with
Lords
and
Sailor
from
Mytilene
.
,
to
Lysimachus
Sir
,
This
is
the
man
that
can
,
in
aught
you
would
,
Resolve
you
.
,
to
Helicanus
Hail
,
reverend
sir
.
The
gods
preserve
you
.
And
you
,
to
outlive
the
age
I
am
,
And
die
as
I
would
do
.
You
wish
me
well
.
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
.
First
,
what
is
your
place
?
I
am
the
governor
of
this
place
you
lie
before
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Sir
,
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
.
Upon
what
ground
is
his
distemperature
?
’Twould
be
too
tedious
to
repeat
,
But
the
main
grief
springs
from
the
loss
Of
a
belovèd
daughter
and
a
wife
.
May
we
not
see
him
?
You
may
,
But
bootless
is
your
sight
.
He
will
not
speak
To
any
.
Yet
let
me
obtain
my
wish
.
Behold
him
.
Pericles
is
revealed
.
This
was
a
goodly
person
,
Till
the
disaster
that
one
mortal
night
Drove
him
to
this
.
Sir
king
,
all
hail
!
The
gods
preserve
you
.
Hail
,
Royal
sir
!
It
is
in
vain
;
he
will
not
speak
to
you
.
Sir
,
we
have
a
maid
in
Mytilene
,
I
durst
wager
would
win
some
words
of
him
.
’Tis
well
bethought
.
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
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Sure
,
all
effectless
;
yet
nothing
we’ll
omit
That
bears
recovery’s
name
.
Lysimachus
signals
to
a
Lord
,
who
exits
.
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
.
O
,
sir
,
a
courtesy
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
.
Sit
,
sir
,
I
will
recount
it
to
you
.
But
see
,
I
am
prevented
.
Enter
Lord
with
Marina
and
her
companion
.
O
,
here’s
the
lady
that
I
sent
for
.
—
Welcome
,
fair
one
.
—
Is
’t
not
a
goodly
presence
?
She’s
a
gallant
lady
.
She’s
such
a
one
that
,
were
I
well
assured
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
.
Sir
,
I
will
use
My
utmost
skill
in
his
recovery
,
provided
That
none
but
I
and
my
companion
maid
Be
suffered
to
come
near
him
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Come
,
let
us
Leave
her
,
and
the
gods
make
her
prosperous
.
Lysimachus
,
Helicanus
and
others
move
aside
.
sings
The
Song
.
,
coming
forward
Marked
he
your
music
?
No
,
nor
looked
on
us
.
,
moving
aside
See
,
she
will
speak
to
him
.
,
to
Pericles
Hail
,
sir
!
My
lord
,
lend
ear
.
Hum
,
ha
!
He
pushes
her
away
.
I
am
a
maid
,
my
lord
,
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
.
Aside
.
I
will
desist
,
But
there
is
something
glows
upon
my
cheek
,
And
whispers
in
mine
ear
Go
not
till
he
speak
.
My
fortunes
—
parentage
—
good
parentage
,
To
equal
mine
!
Was
it
not
thus
?
What
say
you
?
I
said
,
my
lord
,
if
you
did
know
my
parentage
,
You
would
not
do
me
violence
.
I
do
think
so
.
Pray
you
turn
your
eyes
upon
me
.
You’re
like
something
that
—
What
countrywoman
?
Here
of
these
shores
?
ACT 5. SC. 1
No
,
nor
of
any
shores
.
Yet
I
was
mortally
brought
forth
,
and
am
No
other
than
I
appear
.
I
am
great
with
woe
,
and
shall
deliver
weeping
.
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
?
Where
I
am
but
a
stranger
.
From
the
deck
you
may
discern
the
place
.
Where
were
you
bred
?
And
how
achieved
you
these
Endowments
which
you
make
more
rich
to
owe
?
If
I
should
tell
my
history
,
it
would
seem
Like
lies
disdained
in
the
reporting
.
Prithee
,
speak
.
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
?
So
indeed
I
did
.
Report
thy
parentage
.
I
think
thou
said’st
Thou
hadst
been
tossed
from
wrong
to
injury
,
ACT 5. SC. 1
And
that
thou
thought’st
thy
griefs
might
equal
mine
,
If
both
were
opened
.
Some
such
thing
I
said
,
And
said
no
more
but
what
my
thoughts
Did
warrant
me
was
likely
.
Tell
thy
story
.
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
.
She
sits
.
My
name
is
Marina
.
O
,
I
am
mocked
,
And
thou
by
some
incensèd
god
sent
hither
To
make
the
world
to
laugh
at
me
!
Patience
,
good
sir
,
Or
here
I’ll
cease
.
Nay
,
I’ll
be
patient
.
Thou
little
know’st
how
thou
dost
startle
me
To
call
thyself
Marina
.
The
name
Was
given
me
by
one
that
had
some
power
—
My
father
,
and
a
king
.
How
,
a
king’s
daughter
?
And
called
Marina
?
You
said
you
would
believe
me
.
But
not
to
be
a
troubler
of
your
peace
,
I
will
end
here
.
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
called
Marina
?
ACT 5. SC. 1
Called
Marina
For
I
was
born
at
sea
.
At
sea
?
What
mother
?
My
mother
was
the
daughter
of
a
king
,
Who
died
the
minute
I
was
born
,
As
my
good
nurse
Lychorida
hath
oft
Delivered
weeping
.
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
,
buried
.
—
Well
,
where
were
you
bred
?
I’ll
hear
you
more
,
to
the
bottom
of
your
story
,
And
never
interrupt
you
.
You
scorn
.
Believe
me
,
’twere
best
I
did
give
o’er
.
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
?
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
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
.
Ho
,
Helicanus
!
Calls
my
lord
?
Thou
art
a
grave
and
noble
counselor
,
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
.
I
know
not
;
But
here’s
the
regent
,
sir
,
of
Mytilene
Speaks
nobly
of
her
.
She
never
would
tell
Her
parentage
.
Being
demanded
that
,
She
would
sit
still
and
weep
.
O
,
Helicanus
!
Strike
me
,
honored
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
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
.
First
,
sir
,
I
pray
,
what
is
your
title
?
I
am
Pericles
of
Tyre
.
But
tell
me
now
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
.
Is
it
no
more
to
be
your
daughter
than
To
say
my
mother’s
name
was
Thaisa
?
Thaisa
was
my
mother
,
who
did
end
The
minute
I
began
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Now
,
blessing
on
thee
!
Rise
.
Thou
’rt
my
child
.
—
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
?
Sir
,
’tis
the
Governor
of
Mytilene
,
Who
,
hearing
of
your
melancholy
state
,
Did
come
to
see
you
.
,
to
Lysimachus
I
embrace
you
.
—
Give
me
my
robes
.
—
I
am
wild
in
my
beholding
.
They
put
fresh
garments
on
him
.
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
?
My
lord
,
I
hear
none
.
None
?
The
music
of
the
spheres
!
—
List
,
my
Marina
.
It
is
not
good
to
cross
him
.
Give
him
way
.
Rarest
sounds
!
Do
you
not
hear
?
Music
,
my
lord
?
I
hear
—
Most
heavenly
music
.
It
nips
me
unto
list’ning
,
and
thick
slumber
Hangs
upon
mine
eyes
.
Let
me
rest
.
He
sleeps
.
A
pillow
for
his
head
.
So
,
leave
him
all
.
Lysimachus
and
others
begin
to
exit
.
Well
,
my
companion
friends
,
if
this
but
answer
To
my
just
belief
,
I’ll
well
remember
you
.
All
but
Pericles
exit
.
ACT 5. SC. 1
Diana
descends
.
My
temple
stands
in
Ephesus
.
Hie
thee
thither
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
.
She
ascends
.
Celestial
Dian
,
Goddess
argentine
,
I
will
obey
thee
.
—
Helicanus
!
Enter
Helicanus
,
Lysimachus
,
Marina
,
and
Attendants
.
Sir
.
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
.
—
Shall
we
refresh
us
,
sir
,
upon
your
shore
,
And
give
you
gold
for
such
provision
As
our
intents
will
need
?
Sir
,
With
all
my
heart
.
And
when
you
come
ashore
,
I
have
another
suit
.
You
shall
prevail
Were
it
to
woo
my
daughter
,
for
it
seems
You
have
been
noble
towards
her
.
Sir
,
lend
me
your
arm
.
Come
,
my
Marina
.
They
exit
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
Scene
2
Enter
Gower
.
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
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
.
He
exits
.
Scene
3
Enter
Cerimon
and
Diana’s
Priestesses
,
including
Thaisa
;
at
another
door
enter
Pericles
,
Marina
,
Helicanus
,
Lysimachus
,
and
Attendants
.
Hail
,
Dian
!
To
perform
thy
just
command
,
I
here
confess
myself
the
King
of
Tyre
,
Who
,
frighted
from
my
country
,
did
wed
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
.
Voice
and
favor
!
You
are
,
you
are
—
O
royal
Pericles
!
She
falls
in
a
faint
.
What
means
the
nun
?
She
dies
!
Help
,
gentlemen
!
Noble
sir
,
If
you
have
told
Diana’s
altar
true
,
This
is
your
wife
.
Reverend
appearer
,
no
.
I
threw
her
overboard
with
these
very
arms
.
Upon
this
coast
,
I
warrant
you
.
’Tis
most
certain
.
Look
to
the
lady
.
O
,
she’s
but
overjoyed
.
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
.
May
we
see
them
?
Great
sir
,
they
shall
be
brought
you
to
my
house
,
Whither
I
invite
you
.
Look
,
Thaisa
Is
recoverèd
.
Thaisa
rises
.
O
,
let
me
look
!
If
he
be
none
of
mine
,
my
sanctity
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
?
The
voice
of
dead
Thaisa
!
That
Thaisa
am
I
,
supposèd
dead
And
drowned
.
Immortal
Dian
!
Now
I
know
you
better
.
She
points
to
the
ring
on
his
hand
.
When
we
with
tears
parted
Pentapolis
,
The
king
my
father
gave
you
such
a
ring
.
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
.
—
O
,
come
,
be
buried
A
second
time
within
these
arms
!
They
embrace
.
,
kneeling
My
heart
Leaps
to
be
gone
into
my
mother’s
bosom
.
Look
who
kneels
here
,
flesh
of
thy
flesh
,
Thaisa
,
Thy
burden
at
the
sea
,
and
called
Marina
For
she
was
yielded
there
.
,
embracing
Marina
Blessed
,
and
mine
own
!
Hail
,
madam
,
and
my
queen
.
I
know
you
not
.
You
have
heard
me
say
,
when
I
did
fly
from
Tyre
I
left
behind
an
ancient
substitute
.
Can
you
remember
what
I
called
the
man
?
I
have
named
him
oft
.
’Twas
Helicanus
then
.
ACT 5. SC. 3
Still
confirmation
!
Embrace
him
,
dear
Thaisa
.
This
is
he
.
They
embrace
.
Now
do
I
long
to
hear
how
you
were
found
,
How
possibly
preserved
,
and
who
to
thank
,
Besides
the
gods
,
for
this
great
miracle
.
Lord
Cerimon
,
my
lord
,
this
man
Through
whom
the
gods
have
shown
their
power
,
that
can
From
first
to
last
resolve
you
.
Reverend
sir
,
The
gods
can
have
no
mortal
officer
More
like
a
god
than
you
.
Will
you
deliver
How
this
dead
queen
relives
?
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
placed
here
in
the
temple
,
No
needful
thing
omitted
.
Pure
Dian
,
I
bless
thee
for
thy
vision
,
and
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
.
Lord
Cerimon
hath
letters
of
good
credit
,
sir
,
My
father’s
dead
.
Heavens
make
a
star
of
him
!
Yet
there
,
my
queen
,
We’ll
celebrate
their
nuptials
,
and
ourselves
Will
in
that
kingdom
spend
our
following
days
.
Our
son
and
daughter
shall
in
Tyrus
reign
.
—
EPILOGUE
Lord
Cerimon
,
we
do
our
longing
stay
To
hear
the
rest
untold
.
Sir
,
lead
’s
the
way
.
They
exit
.
EPILOGUE
Enter
Gower
.
In
Antiochus
and
his
daughter
you
have
heard
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
.
He
exits
.
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