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2. Gent. No, nor neuer shall doe in such a place as this,
Shee beeing once gone.

1. But to haue diuinitie preach't there, did you euer
dreame of such a thing?

2. No, no, come, I am for no more bawdie houses, shall's
goe heare the Vestalls fling?

1. Ile doe anything now that is vertuous, but I am out
of the road of rutting for euer.

*Enter Bawdes 3.*

Pand. Well, I had rather then twice the worth of her
Shee had nere come heere.

Bawd. Fye, fye, vpon her, shee's able to freeze the god Priapus, and vndoe a whole generation, we must either get her rauished, or be rid of her, when she should doe for Clyents her fitment, and doe mee the kindeneſſe of our profeſſion, shee has me her quirks, her reaſons, her maſter reaſons, her prayers, her knees, that shee would make a Puritaine of the diuell, if hee should cheapen a kiffe of her.

Boult. Faith I muſt rauiſh her, or ſheele disſu[n]iſh vs
of all our Caualereea, and make our ſwearers prieſts.

Pand. Now the poxe vpon her greene ſicknes for mee.

Bawd. Faith ther's no way to be ridde on't but by the
way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus diſguſed.

Boult. Wee ſhould haue both Lorde and Lowne, if the
peeuiſh baggadise would but giue way to cuſtomers.

*Enter Lysimachus.*

Lysimachus. How now, how a douzen of virginities?

Bawd. Now the Gods to bletſe your Honour.

Boult. I am glad to ſee your Honour in good health.

Li. You may, ſo t'is the better for you, that your reforters ſtand vpon found legges, how now? wholſome quitie haue you, that a man may deale withall, and deſe the Surgion?

Bawd. Wee haue heere one Sir, if ſheewould, but
there

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there neuer came her like in Meteline.

(ſay.)

Li. If ſheed doe the deedes of darknes thou wouldſt

Bawd. Your Honor knows what t'is to ſay wel enough.

Li. Well, call forth, call forth.

Boult. For fleſh and bloud Sir, white and red, you ſhall fee a roſe, and ſhe were a roſe indeed, if ſhe had but.

Li. What prithi?

Boult. O Sir, I can be moded.

Li. That dignifies the renowne of a Bawde, no leſſe
then it giues a good report to a number to be chaſte.

Bawd. Heere comes that which growes to the ſtalke,
Neuer pluckt yet I can aſſure you.

Is ſheee not a faire creature?

Ly. Faith ſheewould ſerue after a long voyage at Sea,
Well thereſors for you, leauewe.

Bawd. I beſeeche your Honor giue me leaue a word,
And Ile haue done preſently.

Li. I beſeech you doe.

Bawd. Firſt, I would haue you note, this is an Honorable man.

(note him.)

Mar. I desire to finde him ſo, that I may worthilie

Bawd. Next hees the Gouernor of this countrey, and
a man whom I am bound too.

Ma. If he gouerne the countrey you are bound to him
indeed, but how honorable hee is in that, I knowe not.

Bawd. Pray you without anie more virginall fencing,
will you vſe him kindly? he will lyne your apron with gold.

Ma. What hee will doe gratiouſly, I will thankfully
receiue.

Li. Ha you done?

Bawd. My Lord ſhees not pacſ'te yet, you muſt take
ſome paines to worke her to your mannage, come wee will
leau[e] his Honor, and her together, goe thy wayes. (trade?)

Li. Now prittie one, how long haue you beene at this

Ma. What trade Sir?

Li. Why

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Li. Why, I cannot name but I shall offend. (name it.)

Ma. I cannot be offended with my trade, please you to

Li. How long haue you bene of this profession?

Ma. Ere since I can remember.

Li. Did you goe too? So young, were you a gamester at fiue, or at seuen?

Ma. Earlier too Sir, if now I bee one.

Ly. Why? the house you dwell in proclaimes you to be a Creature of fale.

Ma. Doe you knowe this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into't? I heare say you're of honourable parts, and are the Gouernour of this place.

Li. Why, hath your principall made knowne vnto you who I am?

Ma. Who is my principall?

Li. Why, your hearbe-woman, she that sets feeds and rootes of thame and iniquitie.

O you haue heard something of my power, and so stand aloft for more serious wooing, but I protest to thee prettie one, my authoritie shall not fee thee, or else looke friendly vpon thee, come bring me to some priuate place: Come, come.

Ma. If you were borne to honour, shew it now, if put vpon you, make the iudgement good, that thought you worthie of it.

Li. How's this? how's this? Some more, be fage.

Mar. For me that am a maide, though most vngentle Fortune haue plac't mee in this Stie, where since I came, diseafes haue beene solde decer then Phificke, that the gods would fet me free from this vnhalowed place, though they did chaunge mee to the meaneft byrd that flyes i'th purer ayre.

Li. I did not thinke thou couldst haue spoke so well, nere dremp't thou could'ft, had I brought hither a corrupted minde, thy speeche had altered it, holde, heeres golde,

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golde for thee, perfeuer in that cleare way thou goeft and the gods strengthen thee.

Ma. The good Gods preferue you.

Li. For me be you thoughten, that I came with no ill intent, for to me the very dores and windows fauor vilely, fare thee well, thou art a peeece of vertue, & I doubt not but thy training hath bene noble, hold, heeres more golde for thee, a curfe vpon him, die he like a theefe that robs thee of thy goodnes, if thou doeft heare from me it fhalbe for thy good.

Boult. I beſeeche your Honor one peeece for me.

Li. Auaint thou damned dore-keeper, your house but for this virgin that doeth prop it, would ſincke and ouerwhelme you. Away.

Boult. How's this? wee muſt take another courſe with you? if your pecuifh chaſtitie, which is not worth a breakeſt in the cheapeſt countrey vnder the coap, ſhall vndoe a whole houſhold, let me be gelded like a ſpaniel, come your Ma.

Ma. Whither would you haue mee?

(wayes.)

Boult. I muſt haue your mayden-head taken off, or the common hâg-man ſhal execute it, come your way, weele haue no more Gentlemen driuen away, come your wayes I lay.

Enter Bawdes.

Bawd. How now, what's the matter?

Boult. Worſe and worſe miſtris, ſhce has heere ſpoken holic words to the Lord Lifimachus.

Bawd. O abhominable.

Boult. He makes our profession as it were to ſtincke afore the face of the gods.

Bawd. Marie hang her vp for ever.

Boult. The Noble man would haue dealt with her like a Noble man, and ſhce ſeuſt him away as colde as a Snowe-ball, faying his prayers too.

Bawd. Boult take her away, vſe her at thy pleafure, crack the glaſſe of her virginitie, and make the reſt maliable.

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Boult.

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Boult. And if shee were a thornyer peece of ground
then shee is, shee shall be plowed.

Ma. Harke, harke you Gods.

Bawd. She coniures, away with her, would she had neuer come within my doores, Marrie hang you: shees borne to vndoe vs, will you not goe the way of wemen-kinde ?
Marry come vp my diſh of chaſtitie with roſemary & bates.

Boult. Come miſtris, come your way with mee.

Ma. Whither wilt thou haue mee ?

Boult. To take from you the Iewell you hold so deere.

Ma. Prithee tell mee one thing firſt.

Boult. Come now your one thing.

Ma. What canſt thou with thine enemie to be.

Boult. Why, I could wifh him to bee my maſter, or rather my miſtris.

Ma. Neither of theſe are so bad as thou art, ſince they
doe better thee in their command, thou hold'st a place for
which the pained ſt feende of hell would not in reputation
change: Thou art the damned doore-keeper to euery cu-
ſlerell that comes enquiring for his Tib. To the cholereke
ſiling of euery rogue, thy eare is lyable, thy ſoode is ſuch
as hath beene belch't on by inſected lungs.

Bo. What wold you haue me do? go to the wars, wold you
wher a man may ſerue 7. yeers for the loſſe of a leg, & haue
not money enough in the end to buy him a woodden one?

Ma. Doe any thing but this thou doſſt,emptie olde receptacles,or common ſhores of filthe, ſerue by indenture,
to the common hang-man, anie of theſe wayes are yet
better then this: for what thou poffeſſed, a Baboone could
he ſpeak, would owne a name too deere, that the gods wold
ſafely deliuer me from this place: here, heers gold for thee,
if that thy maſter would gaine by me, proclaime that I can
ſing, weaue, low, & dance, with other vertues, which Ile keep
from boast, and will vndertake all theſe to teache. I doubt
not but this populous Cittie will yeelde manie ſchollers.

Boult.

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Boult. But can you teache all this you ſpeake of?

Ma. Prooue that I cannot, take mee home againe,
And poffitute mee to the basest groome that doeth fre-
quent your house.

Boult. Well I will ſee what I can doe for thee : if I can
place thee I will.

Ma. But amongſt honest woman.

Boult. Faith my acquaintance lies little amongſt them,
But ſince my maſter and miſtris hath bought you, thereſ
no going but by their consent: therefore I will make them
acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I ſhall
finde them tractable enough. Come, Ile doe for thee what
I can, come your wayes.
Exeunt.

Enter Gower.

Marina thus the Brothell ſcapes, and chaunces

Into an Honeſi-houſe our Storie layes:
Shee ſings like one immortall, and ſhee daunces

As Goddeſſe-like to her admired layes. (ſes,
Deepe clearkes ſhe dumb's, and with her neele compo-
natures owne ſhape, of buddc,bird,branche, or berry.
That euen her art lifters the naturall Rofes

Her Inckle, Silke Twine, with the rubied Cherrie,
That puples lacke the none of noble race,

Who powre their bountie on her: and her gaine
She giues the curſed Bawd, here wee her place,

And to hir Father turne our thoughts againe,
Where wee left him on the Sea, wee there him left,

Where driuen before the windes, hee is arriu'd

Heere where his daughter dwels, and on this coaſt,

Suppofe him now at Anchor: the Citie Itri'de

God Neptunes Annuall ſeaſt to keepe, from whence

Lyſimachus our Tyrian Shippe eſpies,

His banners Sable, trim'd with rich expence,

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And to him in his Barge with former hyes,
In your supposing once more put your fight,
Of heavy Pericles, thinke this his Barke :
Where what is done in action, more if might
Shalbe discovered, please you sit and harke.

Exit.

Enter Helicanus, to him 2. Saylers.

1. Say. Where is Lord Helicanus? hee can resolue you,
O here he is Sir, there is a barge put off from Metaline, and
in it is Lyſimachus the Gouernour, who craues to come a-
boord, what is your will?

Helly. That hee haue his, call vp some Gentlemen.

2. Say. Ho Gentlemen, my Lord calls.

Enter two or three Gentlemen.

1. Gent. Doeth your Lordship call ?

Helli. Gentlemen there is some of worth would come
aboard, I pray greet him fairely.

Enter Lyſimachus.

Hell. Sir, this is the man that can in ought you would
resolue you.

Lyf. Hayle reuerent Syr, the Gods preferue you,

Hell. And you to out-lue the age I am, and die as I
would doe.

Li. You wifh mee well, beeing on shore, honoring of
Neptunes triumphs, seeing this goodly veſſell ride before
vs, I made to it, to knowe of whence you are.

Hell. First what is your place?

Ly. I am the Gouernour of this place you lie before.

Hell. Syr our veſſell is of Tyre, in it the King, a man,
who for this three moneths hath not ſpoken to anie one,
nor taken ſuſtenance, but to prorogue his griefe.

Li. Upon what ground is his diſttemperature?

Hell. Twould be too tedious to repeat, but the mayne
grieſe (springs from the lot) of a beloved daughter & a wife.

Li. May wee not ſee him?

Hell.

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Hell. You may, but bootleſſe. Is your fight ſee, will not
ſpeake to any, yet let me obtaíne my wifh.

Lyf. Behold him, this was a goodly person.

Hell. Till the diſafter that one mortall wight droue him
to this.

Lyf. Sir King all haile, the Gods preferue you, haile
royall ſir.

Hell. It is in vaine, he will not ſpeake to you.

Lord. Sir we have a maid in Metalline, I durſt wager would
win some words of him.

Lyf. Tis well bethought, ſhe questionleſſe with her ſweet
harmonie, and other choſen attractions, would allure and
make a battrie through his defend parts, which now are
midway ſtopt, ſhee is all happie as the faireſt of all, and her
fellow maides, now vpon the leauie ſhelter that abutts a-
gainſt the Islands ſide.

Hell. Sure all effectleſſe, yet nothing weele omit that
beares recoueries name. But ſince your kindneſſe wee haue
ſtretcſt thus ſarre, let vs beſeech you, that for our golde
we may prouilion haue, wherein we are not deſtiture for
want, but wearie for the ſtalenefſe.

Lyf. O ſir, a curteſe, which if we should denie, the moſt
iuſt God for euery graſſe would ſend a Caterpillar, and ſo
inſiſt our Prouince: yet once more let mee intreate to
knowe at large the cauſe of your kings ſorrow.

Hell. Sit ſir, I will recount it to you, but ſee I am pre-
uented.

Lyf. O hee'rs the Ladie that I ſent for,
Welcome faire one, iſt not a goodly preſente?

Hell. Shee's a gallant Ladie.

Lyf. Shee's ſuch a one, that were I well affurde
Came of a gentle kinde, and noble ſlocke, I do wifh
No better choife, and thinke me rarely to wed,
Faire on all goodneſſe that conſiſts in beautie,
Expect euen here, where is a kingly patient,

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If that thy prosperous and artificiall fate,
Can draw him but to answere thee in ought,
Thy sacred Phyſicke ſhall receiue ſuch pay,
As thy defires 'can wifh.

Mar. Sir I will vſe my vtmoſt skill in his recouerie, pro-
uided that none but I and my companion maid be ſuffered
to come neere him.

Lyf. Come, let vs leaue her, and the Gods make her pro-
ferous.
The Song.

Lyf. Marke he your Mulicke?

Mar. No nor lookt on vs.

Lyf. See he will ſpeake to him.

Mar. Haile fir, my Lord lend eare.

Per. Hum, ha.

Mar. I am a maid, my Lorde, that nere before inuited
eyes, but haue beene gazed on like a Comet: She ſpeaks
my Lord, that may be, hath endured a grieſe might equall
yours, if both were iuſtly wayde, though wayward fortune
did maligne my ſtate, my deriuation was from anceſtors,
who ſtood equiuolent with mightie Kings, but time hath
rooted out my parentage, and to the world, and augward
casualties, bound me in ſeruitude, I will deſt, but there is
ſomething glowes vpon my cheek, and whiſpers in mine
eare, go not till he ſpeake.

Per. My fortunes, parentage, good parentage, to equall mine, was it not thus, what ſay you?

Mari. I ſed my Lord, if you did know my parentage,
you would not do me violence.

Per. I do thinke ſo, pray you turne your eyes vpon me,
your like ſomething that, what Countrey women heare of
theſe ſhewes?

Mar. No, nor of any ſhewes, yet I was mortally brought forth, and am no other then I appeare.

Per. I am great with woe, and ſhall deliuer weeping: my
deareſt wife was like this maid, and ſucha one my daugh-
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ter might haue beene: My Queenes ſquare browes, her
ſtature to an inch, as wandlike-ſtraight, as filuer voyſt,
her eyes as Icwell-like, and caſte as richly, in pace an o-
ther Iuno. Who ſtarues the eares ſhee ſeedes, and makes
them hungrie, the more ſhe giues them ſpeech, Where doe
you liue?

Mar. Where I am but a ſtraunger from the decke, you
may diſcerne the place.

Per. Where were you bred? and how atchieu'd you theſe
indowments which you make more rich to owe?

Mar. If I should tell my hystorie, it would ſeeme like
lies diſdaind in the reporting.

Per. Prethee ſpeake, falſenſe cannot come from thee,
for thou lookeſt modet as iuſtice, & thou ſeemet a Pallas
for the crowd truth to dwell in; I wil beleeue thee & make
ſenses credit thy relation, to points that ſeeme impoſſible,
for thou !ookeſt like one I loued indeede: what were thy
friends? didſt thou not ſtay when I did pull thee backe,
which was when I perceiue'd thee that thou camſt from
good diſcending.
Mar. So indeed I did.

Per. Report thy parentage, I think thou ſaidſt thou hadſt
beene toſt from wrong to iniurie, and that thou thoughts
thy grieſs might equall mine, if both were opened.

Mar. Some ſuch thing I ſed, and ſed no more, but what
my thoughts did warrant me was likely.

Per. Tell thy ſtorie, if thine considered proue the thou-
ſand part of my enduraunce, thou art a man, and I haue
ſuffered like a girle, yet thou doſt looke like patience,
gazing on Kings graues, and smiling extremitie out of
act, what were thy friends? howe loſt thou thy name,
my moſt kinde Virgin? recount I doe beſeech thee, Come
ſit by mee.

Mar. My name is Marina.

Per. Oh I am mockt, and thou by ſome infenced God
ſent hither to make the world to laugh at me.

Mar. Patience

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Mar. Patience good sir: or here I am mee.

Per. Nay, sir, be patient: thou little knowst howe thou
dost startle me to call thy selfe Marina.

Mar. The name was given mee by one that had some
power, my father, and a King.

Per. How, a Kings daughter, and cald Marina?

Mar. You fed you would believe me, but not to bee a
troubler of your peace, I will end here.

Per. But are you flesh and blood?

Haue you a working pulſe, and are no Fairie?

Motion well, ſpeake on, where were you borne?

And wherefore calld Marina?

Mar. Calld Marina, for I was borne at Sea.

Plr. At Sea, what mother?

Mar. My mother was the daughter of a King, who died
the minute I was borne, as my good Nurse Lacherida hath
off delivered weeping.

Per. O stop there a little, this is the rarest dreame
That ere duld sleepe did mocke sad fooles withall,

This cannot be my daughter, buried, well, where were you
bred? He heare you more too'th bottome of your ſlorie,
and neuer interrupt you.

Mar. You ſcorne, believe me, were beſt I did giue ore.

Per. I will believe you by the ſyllable of what you ſhall
deliuer, yet giue me leaue, how came you in these parts?
where were you bred?

Mar. The King my father did in Tharſus leaue me,
Till cruel Cleon with his wicked wife,

Did seeke to murther me; and having wooed a villaine,
To attempt it, who having drawne to doo't,

A crew of Pirats came and released me,

Brought me to Metaline,

But good fir whither wil you haue me? why doe you weep?
It may be you thinke mee an impoſure, no good ſayth: I
am the dsuſhter to King Pericles, if good king Pericles be.

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Hell. Hoe, Hellicanus?

Hel. Calls my Lord.

Per. Thou art a graue and noble Counſeller,
Moſt wife in generall, tell me if thou canſt what this mayde
is, or what is like to bee, that thus hath made mee
weepe.

Hel. I know not, but heres the Regent fir of Metaline,
ſpeakes nobly of her.

Lyf. She neuer would tell her parentage,

Being demaunded, that ſhe would ſit still and weepe.

Per. Oh Hellicanus, ſtrike me honored fir, giue mee a
gaſh, put me to preſent paine, leaſt this great ſea of ioyes ru-
ſhing vpon me, ore-beare the ſhores of my mortalitie, and
drowne me with their ſweetneſſe: Oh come hither,
thou that begetſt him that did thee beget,

Thou that waſt borne at Sea, buried at Tharſus,

And found at Sea agen, O Hellicanus,

Downe on thy knees, thanke the holie Gods as loud
As thunder threatens vs, this is Marina.

What was thy mothers name? tell me, but that
for truth can neuer be confirm'd inough,

Though doubts did euer sleepe.

Mar. Frift fir, I pray what is your title?

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre, but tell mee now my
Drownd Queenes name, as in the reſt you ſayd,
Thou haſt beene God-like perſit, the heir of king domes,
And an other like to Pericles thy father.

Ma. Is it no more to be your daughter, then to ſay, my
mothers name was Thaſa, Thaſa was my mother, who did
end the minute I began.

Pe. Now bleſſing on thee, rife th'art my child.
Giue me fresh ſarments, mine owne Hellicanus, ſhee is not
dead at Tharſus as ſhee should haue beene by ſauage Cleon,
ſhe shall tell thee all, when thou haſt kneele, and iuſtifie in
knowledge, ſhe is thy verie Princes, who is this?

Hel. Sir

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Hel. Sir, I am the governor of Metalline, who hearing of your melancholia ſtate, did come to see you.

Per. I embrace you, giue me my robes.

I am wilde in my beholding, O heauens bleſſe my girle,
But harke what Muſſicke tell, Hećicanus my Marina,
Tell him ore point by point, for yet he ſeemes to doat.
How ſure you are my daughter, but what muſſicke?

Hel. My Lord I heare none.

Per. None, the Muſſicke of the Spheres, lift my Marina.

Lys. It is not good to croſſe him, giue him way.

Per. Rareſt ſounds, do ye not heare ?

Lys. Muſſicke my Lord? I heare.

Per. Moſt heauenly Muſſicke.

It nips me vnto litiſting, and thicke ſlumber
Hangs vpon mine eyes, let me reſt.

Lys. A Pillow for his head, so leaue him all.

Well my companion friends, if this but anſwere to my iuſt
belieſe, Ile well remember you.

Diana.

Dia. My Temple ſtands in Ephesus,

Hie thee thither, and doe vppon mine Altar ſacrifice,
There when my maiden priſts are met together before the
people all, reueale how thou at Sea didſt looſe thy wife, to
mourne thy croſſes with thy daughters, call, & giue them
repetition to the like, or performe my bidding, or thou li-
ueſt in woe: doo't, and happie, by my ſiluer bow, awake and
tell thy dreame.

Per. Celestiall Dian, Goddellſe Argentine,

I will obey thee Hellicanus.

Hell. Sir.

Per. My purpose was for Tharſus, there to ſtrike,
The inhospitable Cleon, but I am for other ſeruice firſt,
Toward Ephesus turne our blowne ſayles,

Eſtoones Ile tell thee why, ſhall we refresh vs firſt vpon your
ſhore, and giue you golde for ſuch prouſion as our in-
tents will neede.

Lys. Sir,

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Lys. Sir, with all my heart, and when you come a ſhore,
I haue another ſleight.

Per. You ſhall preuaile were it to wooe my daughter, for
it ſeemes you haue beene noble towards her.

Lys. Sir, lend me your armes.

Per. Come my Marina.

Exeunt.

Gower. Now our ſands are almost run,
More a little, and then dum.

This my laſt boone giue mee,
For ſuch kindneſſe muſt relieue mee:

That you aptly will ſuppoſe,
What pageantry, what ſeats, what ſhowes,
What minſtrelſe, and prettie din,
The Regent made in Metall.

To greet the King, so he thriu'd,
That he is promiſde to be wiued

To faire Marina, but in no wife,
Till he had done his ſacrifice.

As Dian bad, whereto being bound,
The Interim pray, you all confound.

In fetherd briefenes ſayles are ſild,
And wishes fall out as they'r wild,
At Ephesus the Temple ſee,

Our King and all his companie.

That he can hither come so ſoon,
Is by your fancies thankfull doome.

Per. Haile Dian, to performe thy iuſt commaund,
I here confetſe my ſelfe the King of Tyre,

Who frighted from my countrey did wed at Pentapolis, the
faire Tharſa, at Sea in childbed died ſhe, but brought forth a
Mayd child calld Marina, whom O Goddellſe wears yet thy
ſiluer luerey, ſhee at Tharſus was nurſt with Cleon, who at
fourteene yeares he ſought to murder, but her better ſars

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brought her to Meteline, gainst whose shore ryding, her
Fortunes brought the mayde aboard vs, where by her
owne most cleere remembrance, shee made knowne her
selve my Daughter.

Th. Voyce and favour, you are, you are, O royall
Pericles.

Per. What meanes the Munn? shee die's, helpe Gentlemen.

Ceri. Noble Sir, if you haue tolde Dianaes Altar
true, this is your wife?

Per. Reuerent appearer no, I threwe her ouer-boord
with thefe verie armes.

Ce. Vpon this coast, I warrant you.

Pe. Tis most certaine.

Cer. Looke to the Ladie, O shee's but ouer-joyde,
Earlie in bluttering morne this Ladie was throwne vpon
this shore.

I op't the coffin, found there rich Iewells, recouered her, and plac'te her heere in Dianaes temple.

Per. May we fee them ?

Cer. Great Sir, they shalbe brought you to my houſe,
whither I inuite you, looke Thaifa is recouered.

Th. O let me looke if hee be none of mine, my fand
ctitte will to my senſe bende no licentious eare, but curbe
it ſpight of feeing: O my Lord are you not Pericles ? like
him you ſpake, like him you are, did you not name a tem-
peſt, a birth, and death ?

Per. The voyce of dead Thaifa.

Th. That Thaifa am I, supposed dead and drownd.

Per. I mortall Dian.

Th. Now I knowe you better, when wee with teares
parted Pentapolis, the king my father gaue you ſuch a ring.

Per. This, this, no more, you gods, your preſent kinde-
nes makes my paſt miſeries ſports, you ſhall doe well that
on the touching of her lips I may melt, and no more be
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ſeeve, O come, be buried a ſeco'd time within theſe armes.

Mr. My heart leaps to be gone into my mothers bo-
fome.

Per. Looke who kneeles here, fleſh of thy fleſh Thaifa,
thy burden at the Sea, and call'd Marina, for she was yeel-
ded there.

Th. Bleſſt, and mine owne:

Hell. Hayle Madame, and my Queene.

Th. I knowe you not.

Hell. You haue heard mee ſay when I did ſie from
Tyre, I left behind an ancient ſubſtitute, can you remem-
ber what I call'd the man, I haue nam'de him oft.

Th. T'was Hellicanus then.

Per. Still confirmation, imbrace him deere Thaifa, this
is hee, now doe I long to heare how you were found ? how
poſſiblie preferred ? and who to thanke (befides the gods)
for this great miracle ?

Th. Lord Cerimon, my Lord, this man through whom
the Gods haue ſhowne their power, that can from firſt to
laſt refolue you.

Per. Reuerent Syr, the gods can haue no mortall officer
more like a god then you, will you deliuer how this dead
Queene reliues?

Cer. I will my Lord, beſeech you firſt, goe with mee
to my houſe, where ſhall be ſhowne you all was found with
her. How shee came plac'te heere in the Temple, no
neecſuall thing omitted.

Per. Pure Dian bleſſe thee for thy viſion, and will offer
night oblations to thee Thaifa, this Prince, the faire betro-
thed of your daughter, ſhall marrie her at Pentapolis, and
now this ornament makes mee looke diſmall, will I clip to
forme, and what this fourteene yeeres no razer touch't, to
grace thy marridge-day, He beautiſe.

T/. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit. Sir,
my father's dead.

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Per. Heauen make a Starre of him, yet there my
Queene, wee'le celebrate their Nuptialls, and our felues
will in that kingdome spend our following daies, our fonne
and daughter shall in Tyrus raigne.

Lord Cerimon wee doe our longing Itay,
To heare the rest vntolde, Sir lead's the way.

FINIS.

Gower.

In Antiochus and his daughter you haue heard
Of monſtrous luſt, the due and iuſt reward :
In Pericles his Queene and Daughter ſeene,
Although alſay'lede with Fortune ſ fierce and keene.

Vertue preferd from ſell deſtructions blaſt,
Lead on by heauen, and crown'd with ioy at laſt.

In Helycanus may you well deſcrie,
A figure of trueth, of faith, of loyaltie :
In reuerend Cerimon there well appears,
The worth that learned charitie aye weares.

For wicked Cleon and his wife, when Fame
Had ſpred his curſed deede, the honor'd name
Of Pericles, to rage the Cittie turne,

That him and his they in his Pallace burne :
The gods for murder ſeemde to content,
To puniſh, although not done, but meant.

So on your Patience euermore attending,
New ioy wayte on you, heere our play has ending.

FINIS.