## The Play of

To cuill, should be done by none :
But custome what they did begin,
Was with long vſe, account'd no ſinne ;
The beautie of this ſinfull Dame,
Made many Princes thither frame,
To ſeeke her as a bedfellow,
In maryage pleasures, playfellow :
Which to preuent, he made a Law,
To keepe her ſtill, and men in awe :
That who so askt her for his wife,
His Riddle tould, not loſt his life :
So for her many of wight did die,
As yon grimme lookes do teſtifie.
What now enfues, to the iudgement of your eye,
I giue my cause, who beſt can juſtifie.

Exit.

### Enter Antiochus, Prince Pericles, and flowers.

Anti. Young Prince of Tyre, you haue at large receiued
The danger of the taske you vndertake.

Peri. I haue (*Antiochus*) and with a foule emboldned
With the glory of her prayſe, thinke death no hazard,
In this enterprise.

Ant. Muficke bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride,
For embracements even of *loue* himselfe;
At whose conception, till *Lucina* rained,
Nature this dowry gaue; to glad her prefence,
The Seanate house of Planets all did fit,
To knit in her, their best perfections.

### Enter Antiochus daughter.

Per. See where she comes, appareled like the Spring,
Graces her ſubieſts, and her thoughts the King,
Of euery Vertue giues renowne to men :
Her face the booke of prayſes, where is read,
Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence,
Sorrow were euer raſte, and teastie wrath
Could neuer be her milde companion.

You

## Pericles Prince of Tyre.

You Gods that made me man, and ſway in loue;
That haue enſlamde desire in my breast,
To taſte the ſruite of yon celeſtiall tree,
(Or die in th'aduenture) be my helpes,
As I am ſonne and ſeruant to your will,
To compaſſe ſuch a bondleſſe happineſſe.

Anti. Prince Pericles.

Peri. That would be ſonne to great Antiochus.

Ant. Before thee ſtandes this faire Heperides,
With golden ſruite, but dangerous to be toucht :
For Death like Dragons heere affright thee hard :
Herface like Heauen, inticeth thee to view
Her counteſſe glory; which defert muſt gaine :
And which without defert, becauſe thine eye
Prefumes to reach, all the whole heape muſt die :
Yon ſometimes famous Princes, like thy ſelfe,
Drawne by report, aduentrous by desire,
Tell thee with ſpeachleſſe tongues, and ſembance pale,
That without couering, ſaue yon field of Starres,
Heere they ſtand Martyrs ſlaine in Cupids Warres :
And with dead cheekes, aduife thee to deſilt,
For going on deaths net, whom nonereſilt.

Per. Antiochus, I thanke thee, who hath taught,
My frayle mortalitie to know it ſelfe;
And by thofe fearefull obieſes, to prepare
This body, like to them, to what I muſt :
For Death remembered should be like a myrrour,
Who tels vs, life's but breath, to truſt it errour :
Ile make my Will then, and as fickemen doe,
Who know the World, ſee Heauen, but feeling woe,
Gripe not at earthly ioyes as earſt they did;
So I bequeath a happy peace to you,
And all good men, as euery Prince should doe;
My ritches to the earth, from whence they came;
But my vnſported fire of Loue, to you :
Thus ready for the way of life or death,
I way to the sharpeſt blow (Antiochus)

A 3.

Scorning

The Play of

Scorning aduice; read the conclusion then:
Which read and not expounded, tis decreed,
As thesè before thee,thou thy sèlfe shalt bleed.
Daugh. Of all fayd yet, may ſt thou prooue prosperous,
Of all fayd yet, I wifh thee happineſſe.
Peri. Like a bold Champion I aſſume the Lifter,
Nor aske aduife of any other thought,
But faythfulneſſe and courage.

The Riddle.

I am no Viper, yet I feed
On mothers ſleth which did me breed:
I ſought a Husband, in which labour,
I found that kindneſſ in a Father;
Hee's Father, Sonne, and Husband mild;
I, Mother, Wif; and yet his Child:
How they may be, and yet in two,
As you will loue refolue it you.

Sharpe Phificke is the laſt : But ô you powers !
That giues heauen countlesſe eyes to view mens aſtés.
Why cloude they not their ſights perpetually,
If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?
Faire Glasse of light, I lou'd you, and could ſtill,
Were not this glorious Casket ſtor'd with ill :
But I muſt tell you, now my thoughts reuolt,
For hee's no man on whom perfections waite,
That knowing finne within, will touch the gate.
You are a faire Violl, and your ſenſe, the ſtringes;
Who ſinger'd to make man his lawfull muſicke,
Would draw Heauen downe, and all the Gods to harkene
But being playd vpon before your time,
Hell onely daunceth at ſo harſh a chime :
Good ſooth, I care not for you.

Ant. Prince Pericles, touch not, vpon thy life,
For that's an Article within our Law,
As dangerous as the reſt : your time's expir'd,
Either expound now, or receiue your ſentence.

Peri.

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Peri. Great King,

Few loue to heare the ſinnes they loue to aſt,
T'would brayde your ſelfe too neare for me to tell it:
Who has a booke of all that Monarches doe,
Hee's more ſecure to keepe it ſhut, then ſhowne.
For Vice repeated, is like the wandring Wind,
Blowes duſt in others eyes to ſpread it ſelſe;
And yet the end of all is bought thus deare,
The breath is gone, and the ſore eyes ſee cleare :
To ſtop the Ayre would hurt them, the blind Mole caſtes
Copt hilles towards heauen, to tell the earth is throng'd
By mans opprefſion, and the poore Worme doth die for't:
Kinges are earths Gods; in vice, their law's their will :
And if loue ſtray, who dares fay, loue doth ill :
It is enough you know, and it is ſit;
What being more knowne, growes worſe, to ſmother it.
All loue the Wombe that their firſt beeing bred,
Then giue my tongue like leaue, to loue my head. (ning:

Ant. Heauen, that I had thy head, he ha's found the mea-
But I will gloze with him. Young Prince of Tyre,
Though by the tenour of your ſtrict edict,
Your exposition miſinterpreting,
We might proceed to counſell of your dayes;
Yet hope, succeeding from ſo faire a tree
As your faire ſelſe, doth tune vs otherwife;
Fourtie dayes longer we doe reſpite you,
If by which time, our ſecret be vndone,
This mercy ſhewes, wee'le ioy in ſuch a Sonne:
And vntill then, your entertaine ſhall bee
As doth beſit our honour and your worth.

Manet Pericles ſolus.

Peri. How courtesie would ſeeme to couer ſinne,
When what is done, is like an hipocrite,
The which is good in nothing but in ſight.
If it be true that I interpret ſalſe,
Then were it certaine you were not ſo bad,
As with ſoule Inſeft to abuse your ſoule :

Where

## The Play of

Where now you both a Father and a Sonne,
By your vntimely claspings with your Child,
(Which pleafures fittes a husband, not a father)
And fhee an eater of her Mothers fiefh,
By the defiling of her Parents bed,
And both like Serpents are; who though they feed
On sweeteft Flowers, yet they Poyfon breed.
Antioch farewell, for Wifedome fees thofe men,
Blufh not in actions blacker then the night,
Will fhow no courfe to keepe them from the light:
One finne (I know) another doth prouoke;
Murther's as neere to Luft, as Flame to Smoake:
Poyfon and Treafon are the hands of Sinne,
I, and the targets to put off the flame,
Then leaft my life be cropt, to keepe you cleare,
By flight, He Ihun the danger which I feare.

Exit.

### Enter Antiochus.

Antioch. He hath found the meaning,
For which we meane to haue his head:
He muft not liue to trumpet foorth my infame,
Nor tell the world Antiochus doth finne
In fuch a loathed manner:
And therefore infantly this Prince muft die;
For by his fall, my honour muft keepe hie.
Who attends vs there?

### Enter Thaliard.

Thaliard. Doth your highnes call ?
Antioch. Thaliard, you are of our Chamber, Thaliard,
And our minde pertakes her priuat actions,
To your fecrecie; and for your fay thfulnes,
We will aduance you, Thaliard:
Behold, heere's Poyfon, and heere's Gold :
Wee hate the Prince of Tyre, and thou muſt kill him;
It fittes thee not to askethe reafon why ?
Because we bid it: fay, is it done ?

Thaliard. My Lord, tis done.

Enter.

## Pericles Prince of Tyre.

### Enter a Messenger.

Antioch. Enough. Let your breath coole your ſelfe, telling your haſte.

Thaliard. My Lord, Prince Pericles is fled.

Antioch. As thou wilt, liue flie after, and like an arrow ſhot from a well experienſt Archer hits the marke his eye doth leuell at: so thou neuer returne vnlelle thou ſay Prince Pericles is dead.

Thaliard. My Lord, if I can get him within my Piftols length, Ile make him ſure enough, so farewell to your highneſſe.

Thaliard adieu, till Pericles be dead,
My heart can lend no ſuccour to my head.

### Enter Pericles with his Lords.

Pericles. Let none disturb vs, why ſhold this charge of thoughts
The sad companion dull eyde melancholic,
By me ſo vſide a gueſt, as not an houre
In the dayes glorious walke or peacefull night,
The tombe where grieſe ſtould ſleepe can breed me quiet,
Here pleafures court mine eies, and mine eies Ihun them,
And daunger which I ſearde is at Antioch,
Whose arme ſeemes ſarre too ſhort to hit me here,
Yet neither pleafures Art can ioy my ſpirits,
Nor yet the others diſtance comfort me,
Then it is thus, the paſſions of the mind,
That haue their firſt conception by miſdread,
Hae after nouriſhment and life, by care
And what was firſt but ſeare, what might be done,
Growes elder now, and cares it be not done.
And so with me the great Antiochus,
Gainſt whom I am too little to contend,
Since hee's ſo great, can make his will his act,
Will thinke me ſpeaking, though I ſweare to ſilence,
Nor bootes it me to ſay, I honour,
If he ſuſpect I may diſhonour him.

B

And

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

And what may make him blush in being knowne,
Heele stop the course by which it might be knowne,
With hostile forces heele ore-spread the land,
And with the stint of warre will looke so huge,
Amazement shall drive courage from the state,
Our men be vanquished ere they doe refest,
And subjeets punifht that nere thought offence,
Which care of them, not pittie of my selfe,
Who once no more but as the tops of trees,
Which fence the rootes they grow by and defend them,
Makes both my bodie pine, and foule to languish,
And punifh that before that he would punifh.

Enter all the Lords to Pericles.

1. Lord. Ioy and all comfort in your sacred breast.

2. Lord. And keepe your mind till you returne to vs peacefull and comfortable.

Hel. Peace, peace, and giue experience tongue,
They doe abufe the King that flatter him,
For flatterie is the bellowes blowes vp linne,
The thing the which is flattered, but a sparke,
To which that sparke giues heate, and stronger
Glowing, whereas reproofe obedient and in order,
Fits kings as they are men, for they may erre,
When lignior footh here does proclaime peace,
He flatters you, makes warre vpon your life.
Prince paadon me, or strike me if you please,
I cannot be much lower then my knees.

Per. All leaue vs elfe: but let your carés ore-looke,
What shipping, and what ladings in our hauen,
And then returne to vs, Hellicans thou haſt
Mooude vs, what feest thou in our lookes?

Hel. An angrie brow, dread Lord.

Per. If there be such a dart in Princes frownes,
How durſt thy tongue moue anger to our face?

Hel. How dares the plants looke vp to heauen,

From

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

From whence they haue their nourishment?

Per. Thou knowest I haue power to take thy life from
Hel. I haue ground the Axe my selfe,
Doe but you strike the blowe.

Per. Rife, prethee rife, fit downe, thou art no flatterer,
I thanke thee for't, and heauè forbid
That kings should let their cares heare their faults hid.
Fit Counsellor, and ſeruant for a Prince,
Who by thy wifdome makes a Prince thy ſeruant,
What wouldst thou haue me doe?

Hel. To beare with patience ſuch griefes as you your
ſelfe doe lay vpon your ſelfe.

Per. Thou ſpeak'st like a Phyſition Hellicans,
That minifters a potion vnto me:
That thou wouldſt tremble to receiue thy ſelfe,
Attend me then, I went to Antioch,
Whereas thou knowſt againſt the face of death,
I ſought the purchase of a 'glorious beautit,
From whence an illue I might propogate,
Are armes to Princes, and bring ioies to ſubiects,
Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder,
The reſt harke in thine care, as blacke as inceſt,
Which by my knowledge found, the linful father
Seemde not to ſtrike, but ſmooth, but thou knowſt this,
Tis time to feare when tyrants ſee mes to kiſſe.
Which ſeare so grew in me I hither fled,
Vnder the couering of a careful night,
Who ſee md my good protector, and being here,
Bethought what was palt, what might ſucceed,
I knew him tyrannous, and tyrants ſeare
Decrease not, but grow faster then they care,
And should he doot, as no doubt he doth,
That I should open to the liftning ayre,
How many worthie Princes blouds were ſhed,
To keepe his bed of blackneſſe vnlayde ope,

B 2

To

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

To lop that doubt, hee'll fill this land with arms,
And make pretence of wrong that I haue done him,
When all for mine, if I may call offence,
Must feel wars blow, who spares not innocence,
Which loue to all of which thy selfe art one,
Who now reprou'd me fort.

Hell: Alas, sir.

Per. Drew sleep out of mine eies, blood from my checkes,
Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts
How I might stop this tempest ere it came,
And finding little comfort to relieve them,
I thought it princely charity to griue for them.

Hell. Well my Lord, since you haue given mee leaue to
Freely will I speake, Antiochus you feare,
And iustly too, I thinke you feare the tyrant,
Who either by publike warre, or priuat treaſon,
Will take away your life: therefore my Lord, go trauell for
a while, till that his rage and anger be forgot, or till the De-
ſtinies doe cut his threed of life: your rule direct to anie,
if to me, day ſetues not light more faithfull then Ile be.

Per. I do not doubt thy faith.

But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?

Hel. Weele mingle our bloods togither in the earth,
From whence we had our being, and our birth.

Per. Tyre I now looke from thee then, and to Tharſus
Intend my trauaile, where I'll heare from thee,
And by whose Letters Ile diſpove my ſelfe.
The care I had and haue of ſubiects good,
On thee I lay, whose wisdomes ſtrength can beare it,
Ile take thy word, for faith not aske thine oath,
Who ſhuns not to breake one, will cracke both.
But in our orbs will Iue so round, and ſafe,
That time of both this truth I shall nere conuince,
Thou ſhewdſt a ſubiect to thine, I a true Prince.

Exit.

Enter

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Enter Thaliard solus.

So this is Tyre, and this the Court, heere must I kill
King Pericles, and if I doe it not, I am sure to be hang'd at
home: t's daungerous.

Well, I perceive he was a wife fellowe, and had good
discretion, that beeing bid to aske what hee would of the
King, desired he might knowe none of his ſecrets.

Now do I see hee had some reaſon for't: for if a
king bidde a man bee a villaine, hee's bound by the inden-
ture of his oath to bee one.

Hust, heere comes the Lords of Tyre.

Enter Hellicamus, Eſcanes, with
other Lords.

Heli. You shall not neede my fellow-Peers of Tyre
further to question mee of your kings departure: his lea-
led Commission left in trust with mee, does Ipeake ſuffic-
ently hee's gone to trauaile.

Thaliard. How? the King gone?

Hell. If further yet you will be ſatisfied, (why as it
were vnlicenſed of your loues) he would depart? Ile giue
ſome light vnto you, beeing at Antioch.

Thal. What from Antioch?

Hell. Royall Antiochus on what caufe I knowe not,
tooke ſome displeasure at him, at least hee iudg'd to: and
doubting left hee had err'd or ſinn'd, to ſhewe his ſorrow,
hee'de correct himſelfe; I'p puts himſelſe vnto the Ship-
mans toyle, with whom'e cache minute threatens life or
death.

Thaliard. Well, I perceive I shall not be hang'd now,
although I would, but ſince hee's gone, the Kings ſeas
muſt pleafe: hee ſeap'te the Land to perſish at the Sea, I le-
present my ſelſe. Peace to the Lords of Tyre.

B 3

Lord

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.

Thal. From him I come with message vnto princely
Pericles, but since my landing,I haue vnderstood your Lord
has betake himselfe to vnknowne trauailes, now message
muſt returne from whence it came.

Hell. Wee haue no reaſon to deſire it, commended
to our maiſter not to vs, yet ere you ſhall depart, this wee
delire as friends to Antioch wee may fealſt in Tyre. Exit.

Enter Cleon the Gouernour of Tharsus, with
his wife and others.

Cleon. My Dyonizafall weereſt vs heere,
And by relating tales of others griefes,
See if it will teach vs to forget our owne?

Dion. That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it,
For who digs hills because they doe aſpire ?
Throwes downe one mountaine to cal vp a higher:
O my diſtressed Lord, euen ſuch our griefes are,
Heere they are but felt, and ſcene with miſchiefs eyes,
But like to Groues, being topt, they higher rife.

Cleon. O, Dionizao.

Who wanteth food, and will not ſay hee wants it,
Or can conceale his hunger till hee famiſh ?
Our toungs and ſorrowes to ſound deepez
Our woes into the aire, our eyes to weepe.
Till toungs fetch breath that may proclaime
Them louder, that if heauen ſlumber, while
Their creatures want, they may awake
Their helpers, to comfort them.

Ile then diſcours'e our woes ſelt ſeverall yeares,
And wanting breath to ſpeake, helpe mee with teares.

Dyonizc. Ile doe my best Syr.

(ment)

Cleon. This Tharsus ore which I haue the gouernor
A Cittie on whom plentie held full hand:
For riches ſtrew de her ſelſe euen in her streetes,

Whose

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Whofe towers bore heads so high they kifſ the clowds,
And ſtrangers nere beheld, but wondred at,
Whofe men and dames so jetted and adorn'd,
Like one anothers glaſſe to trim them by,
Their tables were ſtor'de full to glad the fight,
And not so much to feede on as delight,
All pouertie was ſcor'de, and pride so great,
The name of helpe grewe odieous to repeat.

Dion. O' is too true.

Cle. But ſee what heauen can doe by this our change,
Thesè mouthes who but of late, earth, ſea, and ayre,
Were all too little to content and plearſe,
Although thy gaue their creatures in abundance,
As houſes are deſil'de for want of vſe,
They are now ſtaru'de for want of exerciſe,
Thoſe pallats who not yet too ſauers younger,
Muſt haue inuentions to delight the taſt,
Would now be glad of bread and beg for it,
Thoſe mothers who to nouzell vp their babes,
Thought nought too curious, are readie now
To eat thoſe little darlings whom they lou'de,
So ſharpe are hungers teeth, that man and wife,
Drawe lots who firſt ſhall die, to lengthen life.
Heere ſtands a Lord, and there a Ladie weeping :
Heere manie ſincke, yet thoſe which ſee them fall,
Haue ſcarce ſtrength left to giue them buryall.

Is not this true?

Dion. Our cheekes and hollow eyes doe witneſſe it.

Cle. O let thoſe Cities that of plenties cup,
And her prosperities so largely taſt,
With their ſuperfluous riots heare theſe teares,
The miſerie of Tharsus may be theirs.

Enter a Lord.

Lord. Where's the Lord Gouernour ?

Cle. Here, ſpeake out thy ſorrowes, which thee bring it in

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

in haſt, for comfort is too farre for vs to expect.

Lord. Wee haue deferyed vpon our neighbouring
ſhore, a portlie ſaile of ſhips make hitherward.

Cleon. I thought as much.

One ſorrowne never comes but brings an heire,
That may ſuccede as his inheritor:

And ſo in ours, ſome neighbouring nation,
Taking aduantage of our miſerie,
That ſtuff't the hollow veſſels with their power,
To beat vs downe, the which are downe alreadie,
And make a conquelt of vnhappie mee,

Whereas no glories got to ouercome:

Lord. That's the least ſeare.

For by the ſemblance of their white flagges diſplayde, they
bring vs peace, and come to vs as ſauourers, not as foes.

Cleon. Thou ſpeak'st like himnes vntuterd to repeat,
Who makes the faireſt ſhowe, meaneſs moſt de receipt.

But bring they what they will, and what they can,
What need wee leaue our grounds the loweſt?

And wee are halſe way there : Goe tell their Generall wee
attend him heere, to know for what he comes, and whence
he comes, and what he craues?

Lord. I goe my Lord.

Cleon. Welcome is peace, if he on peace conſilt,

If warres, wee are vnable to reſilt.

Enter Pericles with attendants.

Per. Lord Gouernour, for so wee heare you are,
Let not our ſhips and number of our men,

Be like a beacon fier'd, tamaze your eyes,
Wee haue heard your miſeries as farre as Tyre,
And ſeene the defolation of your streets,

Nor come we to adde ſorrow to your teares,
But to relieue them of their heauy loade,

And those our ſhips you happily may thinke,

Are

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Are like the Troian Horſe, was ſtuft within

With bloody veines expeſting ouerthrow,

Are ſtor'd with Corne, to make your needie bread,

And giue them life, whom hunger ſtaru'd halſe dead.

Ornaues. The Gods of Greece proteſt you,

And wee le pray for you.

Per. Arife I pray you, rife; we do not looke for reuerence,
But for loue, and harborage for our ſelfe, our ſhips, & men.

Cleon. The which when any ſhall not gratiſe,

Or pay you with vnthankſulneſſe in thought,

Be it our Wiues, our Children, or our ſelues,

The Curſe of heauen and men ſucceed their euils:

Till when the which (I hope) ſhall neare be ſeene:

Your Grace is welcome to our Towne and vs.

Peri. Which welcome wee le accept, ſeaſt here awhile,

Vntill our Starres that frowne, lend vs a ſmile.

Exeunt.

Enter Gower.

Heere haue you ſeene a mightie King,

His child I'wis to inceſt bring:

A better Prince, and benigne Lord,

That Will proue awfull both in deed and word :

Be quiet then, as men ſhould bee,

Till he hath paſt neceſſitie:

Ile ſhew you those in troubles raigne,

Loofing a Mite, a Mountaine gaine :

The good in conuerſation,

To whom I giue my benizon:

Is ſtill at Tharſtill, where each man,

Thinkes all is writ, he ſpoken can :

And to remember what he does,

Build his Statue to make him glorious :

But tidinges to the contrarie,

Are brought your eyes, what need ſpeake I.

C.

Dombe

The Play of

Dombe shew.

Enter at one dore Pericles talking with Cleon, all the trains
with them: Enter at an other dore, a Gentleman with a
Letter to Pericles, Pericles shewes the Letter to Cleon;
Pericles gives the Messenger a reward, and Knights his huse
Exit Pericles at one dore, and Cleon at an other.

Good Helicon that stay de at home,
Not to eate Hony like a Drone,
From others labours ; for though he striue
To killen bad, keepe good aliue :
And to fulfill his prince desire,
Sau'd one of all, that haps in Tyre :
How Thalwart came full bent with finne,
And had intent to murder him ;
And that in Tharfs was not beft,
Longer for him to make his reft :
He doing so, put foorth to Seas;
Where when men been, there's feldome eafe,
For now the Wind begins to blow,
Thunder aboue, and deepes below,
Makes such vnquiet, that the Shippe,
Should houfe him fafe ; is wrackt and fplit,
And he (good Prince) hauing all loft,
By Waues, from coaſt to coaſt is toſt :
All perifhen of man, of pelfe,
Ne ought eſcapend but himſelfe ;
Till Fortune tir'd with doing bad,
Threw him a shore, to giue him glad:
And heere he comes : what ſhall be next,
Pardon old gower, this long's the text.

Enter Pericles wette.

Peri. Yet ceafe your ire you angry Starres of heaven,¹
Wind, Raine, and Thunder, remember earthly man
Is but a subſtaunce that muſt yeeld to you :
And I (as fits my nature) do obey you.

Alaſſe,

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Alaſſe, the Seas hath caſt me on the Rocks,
Waſht me from shore to shore, and left my breath
Nothing to thinke on, but enfuing death :
Let it suffize the greatneſſe of your powers,
To haue bereſt a Prince of all his fortunes ;
And hauing throwne him from your watry graue,
Heere to haue death in peace, is all hee'le craue.

Enter three Fisher-men.

1. What, to pelch?

2. Ha, come and bring away the Nets.

1. What Patch-breech, I say.

3. What fay you Maſter?

1. Looke how thou stirr'st now :

Come away, or I fetch'th with a wanion.

3. Fayth Maſter, I am thinking of the poore men,
That were caſt away before vs even now.

1. Alaſſe poore foules, it grieued my heart to heare,
What pittifull cryes they made to vs, to helpe them,
When (welladay) we could ſcarce helpe our ſelues.

3. Nay Maſter, fayd not I as much,
When I faw the Porpas how he bounſt and tumbled?
They fay they're haſſe ſiſh, haſſe ſlesh :

A plague on them, they nere come but I looke to be waſht,
Maſter, I maruell how the Fishes lie in the Sea?

1. Why, as Men doe a-land;
The great ones eate vp the little ones :
I can compare our rich Mrſers to nothing ſo ſibly,
As to a Whale ; a playes and tumbles,
Dryuing the poore Fry before him,
And at laſt, deuowre them all at a mouthfull :
Such Whales haue I heard on, a'th land,
Who neuer leaue gaping, till they ſwallow'd
The whole Parifh, Church, Steeple, Belles and all.

Peri. A prettie morall.

3. But Maſter, if I had been the Sexton,
I would haue been that day in the belfrie.

2. Why, Man?

C 2.

1. Because

## The Play of

1. Because he should haue swallowed mee too,
And when I had been in his belly,
I would haue kept such a tangling of the Belles,
That he should neuer haue left,
Till he caft Belles, Steeple, Church and Parish vp againe:
But if the good King Simonides were of my minde.

Per. Simonides?

3. We would purge the land of these Drones,
That robbe the Bee of her Hony.

Per. How from the fenny subiect of the Sea,
These Fishers tell the infirmities of men,
And from their watry empire recollect,
All that may men approue, or men detect.

All that may men approue, or men detect.
Peace be at your labour, honest Fisher-men.

2. Honest good fellow what's that, if it be a day fits you
Search out of the Kalender, and no body looke after it?

Peri. May fee the Sea hath caft vpon your coast:

2. What a drunken Knaue was the Sea,
To caft thee in our way?

Per. A man whom both the Waters and the Winde,
In that vart Tennis-court, hath made the Ball.

For them to play vpon, intreates you pittie him:
Hee askes of you, that neuer vs'd to begge.

1. No friend, cannot you begge?
Heer's them in our countrey of Greece,
Gets more with begging, then we can doe with working.

2. Canst thou catch any Fishes then?

Peri. I neuer practizde it.

2. Nay then thou wilt starve sure: for heer's nothing to
be got now-adayes, vnlesst thou canst fish for't.

Per. What I haue been, I haue forgot to know,
But what I am, want teaches me to thinke on:
A man throng'd vp with cold, my Veines are chill,
And haue no more of life then may suffize,
To giue my tongue that heat to aske your helpe:
Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
For that I am a man, pray you see me buried.

1. Die

## Pericles Prince of Tyre.

1. Die, ke-tha; now Gods forbid't, and I haue a Gowne
heere, come put it on, keepe thee warme: now afore mee a
handsome fellow: Come, thou shall goe home, and weele
haue Flesh for all day, Fish for fasting-dayes and more; or
Puddinges and Flap-iackes, and thou shall be welcome.

Per. I thanke you, sir.

2. Harke you my friend: You fayd you could not beg?

Per. I did but craue.

2. But craue?

Then Ile turne Crauer too, and so I shall escape whipping.

Per. Why, are you Beggers whipt then?

2. Oh not all, my friend, not all: for if all your Beggers
were whipt, I would wish no better office, then to be Beadle:
But Maiſter, Ile goe draw vp the Net.

Per. How well this honest mirth becomes their labour?

1. Harke you fir; doe you know where yee are?

Per. Not well.

1. Why Ile tell you, this I cald Pantapoles,
And our King, the good Symonides.

Per. The good Symonides, doe you call him?

1. I fir, and he deferues so to be cal'd,
For his peaceable raigne, and good gouvernement.

Per. He is a happy King, since he gaines from
His subiects the name of good, by his government.
How farre is his Court diffant from this shore?

1. Marv fir, halfe a dayes iourey: And Ile tell you,
He hath a faire Daughter, and to morrow is her birth-day,
And there are Princes and Knights come from all partes of
the World, to Iuſt and Turney for her loue.

Per. Were my fortunes equall to my desires,
I could wifh to make one there.

1. O fir, things must be as they may: and what a man can
not get, he may lawfully deale for his Wiues ſoule.

Enter the two Fisher-men, drawing up a Net.

2. Helpe Maiſter helpe; heere's a Fish hanges in the Net,
Like a poore man, right in the law: it will hardly come out.
Ha bots on't, tis come at laſt; & tis turnd to a ruyſy Armour.

C 3.

Per. An

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Per. An Armour friends; I pray you let me see it?
Thankes Fortune, yet that after all crosses,
Thou giuest me somewhat to repaire my selfe:
And though it was mine owne part of my heritage,
Which my dead Father did bequeath to me,
With this strict charge euen as he left his life,
Keepe it my Percusus, it hath been a Shield
Twixt me and death, and poynted to this brayfe,
For that it faued me, keepe it in like necesitie:
The which the Gods proteet thee, Fame may defend thee:
It kept where I kept, I so dearely lou'd it,
Till the rough Seas, that spares not any man,
Tooke it in rage, though calm'd, haue giuen't againe:
I thanke thee for't, my shipwracke now's no ill,
Since I haue heere my Father gaue in his Will.

1. What meane you fir?

Peri. To begge of you (kind friends) this Coate of worth,
For it was sometime Target to a King;
I know it by this marke: he loued me dearely,
And for his fake, I wifh the hauing of it;
And that you'd guide me to your Soueraignes Court,
Where with it, I may appeare a Gentleman:
And if that euer my low fortune's better,
Ile pay your bounties; till then, reft your debter.

1. Why wilt thou turney for the Lady?

Peri. Ile shew the vertue I haue borne in Armes.

1. Why do't take it: and the Gods giue thee good an't.

2. I but harke you my friend, t'was wee that made vp
this Garment through the rough feames of the Waters:
there are certaine Condolements, certaine Vailes: I hope
fir, if you thriue, you'le remember from whence you had
them.

Ieri. Beleeue't, I will:
By your furtherance I am cloth'd in Steele,
And spight of all the rupture of the Sea,
This Iewell holdes his buylding on my arme:
Vnto thy value I will mount my selfe

Vpon

## Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Vpon a Courser, whose delight, if steps,
Shall make the gazer ioy to fee him tread;
Onely (my friend) I yet am vnprouided of a paire of Bales.

2. Wee'le sure prouide, thou fhalt haue
My best Gowne to make thee a paire;
And Ile bring thee to the Court my selfe.

Peri. Then Honour be but a Goale to my Will,
This day Ile rife, or else adde ill to ill.

Enter Simonydes, with attendaunce, and Thaisa.

King. Are the Knights ready to begin the Tryumph?

1. Lord. They are my Leidge, and fly your comming,
To prefent themselues.

King. Returne them, We are ready, & our daughter heere,
In honour of whose Birth, these Triumphs are,
Sits heere like Beauties child, whom Nature gat,
For men to fee, and feeling, woonder at.

That. It pleafeth you (my royall Father) to exprefse
My Commendations great, whoſe merit's leſſe.

King. It's fit it should be so, for Princes are
A modell which Heauen makes like to it selfe:
As Jewels loose their glory, if neglected,
So Princes their Renownes, if not reſpected:
T'is now your honour (Daughter) to entertaine
The labour of each Knight, in his deuice.

That. Which to preferue mine honour, I'le performe.

## The firſt Knight paſſes by.

King. Who is the firſt, that doth preferre himſelfe?

That. A Knight of Sparta (my renowned father)

And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield,
Is a blacke Ethy ope reaching at the Sunne:

The word : Luxtus et vitamahi.

King. He loues you well, that holdes your life of you.

## The ſecond Knight.

Who is the ſecond, that preſents himſelfe?

Tha. A

## The Play of

Tha. A Prince of Macedon (my royall father)
And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield,
Is an Armed Knight, that's conquered by a Lady:
The motto thus in Spanifh. Pue Per doleera kee per forfisa.

3. Knight. Km. And with the third?

Thai. The third, of Antioch; and his deuice,
A wreath of Chially: the word: Me Pompey prouexit apex.

4. Knight. Km. What is the fourth,

That. A burning Torch that's turned vpside downe;
The word: Quu me alit me extinguit.

Km. Which shewes that Beautie hath his power & will,
Which can as well enflame, as it can kill.

5. Knight. Thai. The fift, an Hand enuironed with Clouds,
Holding out Gold, that's by the Touch-stone tride:

The motto thus: Sic flect ands fides.

6. Knight. Km. And what's the fixt, and laft; the which,
The knight himself with such a graceful courtesie deliuered?

Thai. Hee seemes to be a Stranger : but his Preſent is
A withered Branch, that's onely greene at top,

The motto: In hae fpe viuo.

Km. A pretty morrall frò the deiected ſtate wherein he is,
He hopes by you, his fortunes yet may flourifh.

1. Lord. He had need meane better, then his outward shew
Can any way ſpeake in his iuſt commend :
For by his ruſtie outſide, he appeares,

To have praeſis'd more the Whipſtocke, then the Launce.

2. Lird. He well may be a Stranger, for he comes
To an honour'd tryuumph, ſtrangely furniſht.

3. Lord. And on ſet purpose let his Armour ruſt
Vntill this day, to ſcowre it in the duſt.

Km. Opinion's but a foole, that makes vs ſcan
The outward habit, by the inward man.

But ſtay, the Knights are comming,
We will with-draw into the Gallerie.

Great ſhoutes, and all cry, the meane Knight.

Enter

## Pericles Prince of Tyre.

### Enter the King and Knights from Tilting.

King. Knights, to fay you're welcome, were ſuperfluous.
I place vpon the volume of your deedes,
As in a Title page, your worth in armes,
Were more then you expect, or more then's fit,
Since euery worth in ſhew commends it ſelfe:
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a Feaſt.
You are Princes, and my gueſtes.

Thai. But you my Knight and gueſt,
To whom this Wreath of vijtorie I give,
And crowne you King of this dayes happineſſe.

Peri. Tis more by Fortune (Lady) then my Merit.
King. Call it by what you will, the day is your,

And here (I hope) is none that enuies it:
In framing an Artiſt, art hath thus decreed,
To make some good, but others to exceed,

And you are her labourd ſcholler : come Queene a th'eaſt,
For (Daughter) ſo you are; heere take your place :
Martiall the rest, as they deferue their grace.

Knights. We are honour'd much by good Symonides.

King. Your preſence glads our dayes, honour we loue,
For who hates honour, hates the Gods aboue.

Marſhal. Sir, yonder is your place.

Peri. Some other is more fit.

1. Knight. Contend not ſir, for we are Gentlemen,
Haue neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
Enuies the great, nor ſhall the low deſpife.

Peri. You are right courtious Knights.

Kmg. Sit ſir, ſit.

By ſone (I wonder) that is King of thoughts,
These ſates reſiſt mee, hee not thought vpon.

Tha. By Iuio (that is Queene of mariage)
All Viands that I eate do ſeeme vnſauery,
Wifhing him my meat: ſure hee's a gallant Gentleman.

Km. Hee's but a countrie Gentleman: ha's done no more
Then other Knights have done, ha's broken a Staffe,

D.

Or

The Play of

Or so, so let it paffe.

Tha. Tomee he seemes like Diamond, to G!affe.

Peri. You Kings to mee, like to my fathers picture,
Which tels in that glory once he was,
Had Princes fit like Starres about his Throane,
And hee the Sunne for them to reuerence;
Nonethat beheld him, but like leffer lights,
Did vaile their Crownes to his supremacie;
Where now his fonne like a Gloworme in the night,
The which hath Fire in darknefle none in light:
Whereby I see that Time's the King of men,
Hee's both their Parent,and he is their Graue,
And giues them what he will, not what they craue.

King. What, are you merry, Knights?

Knights. Who can be other, in this royall preſence.

King. Heere, with a Cup that's flur'd vnto the brim,
As do you loue, fill to your Miftris lippes,
Wee drinke this health to you.

Knights. We thanke your Grace.

King. Yet paufe awhile, yon Knight doth fit too melan-
As if the entertainment in our Court,
Had not a ſhew might counteruaile his worth:
Note it not you, Thaſa.

Tha. What is't to me, my father ?
king. O attend my Daughter,
Princes in this, should liue like Gods aboue,
Who freely giue to euery one that come to honour them:
And Princes not doing so, are like to Gnats,
Which make a found, but kild, are wondred at:
Therefore to make his entraunce more ſweet,
Heere, ſay wee drinke this standing boule of wine to him.

Tha. Alas my Father, it beſits not mee,
Vnto a ſtranger Knight to be so bold,
He may my proſer take for an offence,
Since men take womens giftes for impudence.

king. How? doe as I bid you, or you'le mooue me eſſe.

Tha. Now by the Gods, he could not please me better.

king.

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

king. And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him
Of whence he is, his name, and Parentage?

Tha. The King my father (sir) has drunke to you.

Peri. I thanke him.

Tha. Wifhing it so much blood vnto your life.

Peri. I thanke both him and you, and pledge him freely.

Tha. And further, he deſires to know of you,
Of whence you are, your name and parentage?

Peri. A Gentleman of Tyre, my name Pericles,
My education beene in Artes and Armes :
Who looking for aduentures in the world,
Was by the rough Seas reft of Ships and men,
and after shipwracke, driuen vpon this shore.

Tha. He thankes your Grace; names himſelfe Pericles,
A Gentleman of Tyre: who onely by misfortune of the ſeas,
Bereſt of Shippes and Men, caſt on this shore.

king. Now by the Gods, I pitty his misfortune,
And will awake him from his melancholy,
Come Gentlemen, we fit too long on trifies,
And wafe the time which lookes for other reuels;
Euen in your Armours as you are addreſt,
Will well become a Souldiers daunce :
I will not haue excufe with ſaying this,
Lowd Muſicke is too harſh for Ladyes heads,
Since they loue men in armes, as well as beds.

They daunce.

So, this was well askt, t'was so well perform'd.
Come fir, heer's a Lady that wants breathing too,
And I haue heard, you Knights of Tyre,
Are excellent in making Ladyes trippe;

And that their Meaſures are as excellent.

Peri. In thate that praſtize them, they are (my Lord.)
king. Oh that's as much, as you would be denyed
Of your faire courteſie : vnclaspè, vnclaspè.

They daunce.

Thankes Gentlemen to all, all haue done well;
But you the beſt : Pages and lights, to conduct

D. 2.

Theſe-

## The Play of

These Knights vnto their feuerall Lodgings :

Yours fir, we haue giuen order be next our owne.

*Peri.* I am at your Graces pleafure.

Princes, it is too late to talke of Lone,

And that's the marke I know, you leuell at:

Therefore each one betake him to his reft,

To morrow all for speeding do their beſt.

## Enter Hellicanus and Escanes.

*Hell.* No Escaņes, know this of mee,

*Antiochus.* from inceſt liued not free :

For which the moſt high Gods not minding,

Longer to with-hold the vengeance that

They had in ſtore, due to this heynous

Capitall offence, euen in the height and pride

Of all his glory, when he was feated in

A Chariot of an inſtimable value, and his daughter

With him; a fire from heauen came and ſhriueld

Vp thate bodyes euen to lothing, for they ſo ſtounke,

That all thate eyes ador'd them, ere their fall,

Scorne now their hand ſhould giue them buriall.

*Eſcanes.* T'was very ſtrange.

*Hell.* And yet but iuſtice; for though this King were great,

His greatneſſe was no gard to barre heuens ſhaft,

But finne had his reward.

*Eſcan.* Tis very true.

## Enter two or three Lords.

1. Lord. See, not a man in priuate conference,
Or counſaile, ha's reſpect with him but hee.

2. Lord. It ſhall no longer grieue, without reſproſe,

3. Lord. And curſt be he that will not ſeconſt it.

1. Lord. Follow me then : Lord Hellicane, a word.

*Hell.* With mee? and welcome happy day, my Lords.

1. Lord. Know, that our griefes are ríſen to the top,
And now at length they ouer-flow their bankes.

*Hell.* Your griefes, for what?

Wrong

## Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Wrong not your Prince, you loue.

1. Lord. Wrong not your ſelſe then, noble Hellican,
But if the Prince do liue, let vs falute him,

Or know what ground's made happy by his breath :

If in the world he liue, wee'le ſeeke him ouer :

If in his Graue he reſt, wee'le find him there,

And be reſolued he liues to gouerne vs:

Or dead, giue's caufe to mourne his funerall,

And leaue vs to our free election.

2. Lord. Whofe death in deed, the ſtrongeſt in our ſenſure,
And knowing this Kingdome is without a head,

Like goodly Buyldings left without a Roofe,

Soone fall to ruine : your noble ſelfe,

That beſt know how to rule, and how to raigne,

Wee thus ſubmit vnto our Soueraigne.

*Omnes.* Liue noble Hellicane.

*Hell.* Try honours caufe; forbeare your ſuffrages:

If that you loue Prince Pericles, forbeare,

(Take I your wifh, I leape into the ſeas,

Where's howerly trouble, for a minuts eafe)

A twelue-month longer, let me intreat you

To forbeare the abſence of your King;

If in which time expir'd, he not returne,

I ſhall with aged patience beare your yoake :

But if I cannot winne you to this loue,

Goe ſearch like nobles, like noble ſubjeſts,

And in your ſearch, ſpend your aduenturous worth,

Whom if you find, and winne vnto returne,

You ſhall like Diamonds fit about his Crowne.

1. Lord. To wifedome, hee's a foole, that will not yeeld:
And ſince Lord Hellicane enioyneth vs,

We with our trauels will endeauour.

*Hell.* Then you loue vs, we you, & wee'le clafpe hands:

When Peeres thus knit, a Kingdome euer stands.

*Enter the King reading of a letter at one doore,*
*the Knightes meete him.*

1. Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides.

D 3.

king.

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King. Knights, from my daughter this I let you know,
That for this twelve-month, shee'le not vndertake
A married life: her reason to her selfe is onely knowne,
Which from her, by no meanes can I get.

2. Knight. May we not get acceſſe to her (my Lord)?

king. Fayth, by no meanes, ſhe hath ſo strietly

Tyed her to her Chamber, that t'is impoffible :

One twelve Moones more ſhee'le weare. Dianas liuerie:
This by the eye of Cinthya hath ſhe vowed,
And on her Virgin honour, will not breake it.

3. knight. Loth to bid farewell, we take our leaues,

king. So, they are well dispatcht :

Now to my daughters Letter, ſhe telles me heere,
Shee'le wedde the ſtranger Knight,
Or neuer more to view nor day nor light.

T'is well Miftris, your choyce 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 choyce, and will no longer

Haue it be delayed : Soft, heere he comes,
I muſt diſſemble it.

### Enter Pericla.

Peri. All fortune to the good Symeonides.

King. To you as much: Sir, I am behoulding to you
For your sweete Muficke this laſt night :
I do proteſt, my eares were neuer better fedde
With ſuch delightfull pleasing harmonie.

Peri. It is your Graces pleasure to commend,
Not my defert.

king. Sir, you are Mufickes maſter.

Peri. The worſt of all her ſchollers (my good Lord.)

king. Let me aske you one thing :

What do you thinke of my Daughter, fir?

Peri. A moſt vertuous Princesſe.

king. And ſhe is faire too, is ſhe not?

Peri. As aſaire day in Sommer : woondrous faire.

king.

## Pericles Prince of Tyre.

king. Sir, my Daughter thinkes very well of you,
I ſo well, that you muſt be her Maſter,

And ſhe will be your ſcholler; therefore looke to it.

Peri. I am vnworthy for her Scholemaſter.

king. She thinkes not ſo : perufe this writing ſelfe.

Peri. What's here, a letter that ſhe loues the knight of Tyria?

T'is the Kings subtiltie to haue my life :

Oh ſeeke not to intrappe me, gracious Lord,
A Stranger, and diſtrefled Gentleman,

That neuer aymed ſo hie, to loue your Daughter,
But bent all offices to honour her.

king. Thou haſt bewitcht my daughter,
And thou art a villaine.

Peri. By the Gods I haue not; neuer did thought
Of mine leuie offence; nor neuer did my actions

Yet commence a deed might gaine her loue,
Or your diſpleasure.

king. Traytor, thou lyeſt.

Peri. Traytor?

king. I, traytor.

Peri. Euen in his throat, vnleſſe it be the King,
That cals me Traytor, I returne the lye.

king. Now by the Gods, I do applaude his courage,

Peri. My actions are as noble as my thoughts,

That neuer reliſht of a bafe diſcent :
I came vnto your Court for Honours cauſe,
And not to be a Rebell to her ſtate :

And he that otherwife accountes of mee,
This Sword ſhall prooue, hee's Honours enemie.

king. No; heere comes my Daughter, ſhe can witenſſe it.

### Enter Thaifa.

Peri. Then as you are as vertuous, as faire,
Reſolue your angry Father, if my tongue
Did ere ſolicite, or my hand ſubſcribe

To any ſillable that made loue to you?

Thaif. Why fir, ſay if you had, who takes offence?

At

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At that, would make me glad?

King. Yea Miftris, are you so peremptorie?
I am glad on't with all my heart,
Ile tame you; Ile bring you in subjection.
Will you not, hauing my consent,
Bestow your loue and your affections,
Vpon a Stranger? who for ought I know,
May be (nor can I thinke the contrary)

Aside.

As great in blood as I my selfe :

Therefore, heare you Miftris, either frame

Your will to mine : and you fir, heare you;

Either be rul'd by mee, or Ile make you,

Man and wife: nay come, your hands,

And lippes muft feale it too : and being ioynd,

Ile thus your hopes destroy, and for further griefe :

God giue you ioy ; what are you both pleafed ?

Aside.

Tha. Yes, if you loue me fir?

Pert. Euen as my life, my blood that fosters it:

King. What are you both agreed?

Ambo. Yes, if't pleafe your Maiestie.

King. It pleafeth me so well, that I will see you wed,

And then with what haſte you can, get you to bed. Exeunt.

## Enter Gower.

Now sleepe y flacked hath the rout,

No din but fnores about the houſe,

Made louder by the orefed breaſt,

Of this moſt pompous maryage Feaſt :

The Catte with eyne of burning cole,

Now coutches from the Mouſes hole;

And Cricket ſing at the Ouens mouth,

Are the blyther for their drouth :

Hymen hath brought the Bride to bed,

Whereby the loffe of maydenhead,

A Babe is moulded : be attentive,

And

## Pericles Prince of Tyre

And Time that is so briefly ſpent,

With your fine fancies quaintly each,

What's dumbe in ſhew, Ile plaine with ſpeach.

Enter Pericles and Symonides at one dore with attendante,

a Meſſenger meets them, kneeles and gives Pericles a letter,

Pericles ſhewes it Symonides, the Lords kneele to hims,

them enter Thayſa with child, with Lichorida a nurse,

the King ſhewes her the letter, ſhe reioycas : She and Pericles,

take leaue of her father, and depart.

By many a dearne and painefull pearch

Of Perycles the carefull ſearch,

By the ſower oppofing Crignes,

Which the world togeather ioynes,

Is made with all due diligence,

That horſe and ſayle and hie expence,

Can ſteed the quest at laſt from Tyre:

Fame anſwering the moſt ſtrange enquire,

To'th Court of King Symonides,

Are Letters brought, the tenour theſe :

Antiochus and his daughter dead,

The men of Tyrus, on the head

Of Helycanus would ſet on

The Crowne of Tyre, but he will none :

The mutanie, hee there haſtes t'oppreſſe.

Sayes to 'em, if King Pericles

Come not home in twife ſixe Moones,

He obeyient to their doomes,

Will take the Crowne : the ſumme of this,

Brought hither to Pemlapolis,

Iranyſhed the regions round,

And euery one with claps can ſound,

Our heyre apparant is a King :

Who dreampt? who thought of ſuch a thing?

Briefe he muſt hence depart to Tyre,

His Queene with child, makes her deſire,

E.

Which

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Which who shall croſſe along to goe,

Omit we all their dole and woe :

Lychorida her Nurse she takes,

And so to Sea; their veſſell ſhakes,

On Neptunes billow, halfe the flood,

Hath their Keele cut : but fortune mou'd,

Varies againe, the grifled North

Diſgorges ſuch a tempeſt forth,

That as a Ducke for life that diues,

So vp and downe the poore Ship diues :

The Lady ſhreekes, and wel-a-neare,

Do's fall in trauayle with her feare :

And what enſues in this ſell ſtorme,

Shall for it ſelfe, it ſelfe performe :

I nil relate, action may

Conueniently the reſt conuay;

Which might not? what by me is told,

In your imagination hold :

This Stage, the Ship, vpon whose Dec ke

The ſeas toſt Pericles appears to ſpeake.

Enter Pericles a Shipboard.

Peri. The God of this great Vast, rebuke these ſurges,

Which waſh both heauen and hell, and thou that haſt

Vpon the Windes commaund, bind them in Braſſe,

Hauing call'd them from the deepe, ô ſtill

Thy deafning dreadfull thunders, gently quench

Thy nimble ſulphirous ſlaſhes : ô How Lychorida !

How does my Queene? then ſtorme venomouſly,

Wilt thou ſpeat all thy ſelfe? the ſea-mans Whistle

Is as a whisper in the eares of death,

Vnheard Lychorida? Lucina, oh !

Diuineſt patrioneſſe, and my wife gentle

To those that cry by night, conuey thy deitie

Aboard our dauncing Boat, make ſwift the pangues

Of my Queenes trauayles ? now Lychorida.

Enter

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Enter Lychorida.

Lychor. Heere is a thing too young for ſuch a place,
Who it had conceit, would die, as I am like to doe :
Take in your armes this peeece of your dead Queene.

Peri. How? how Lychorida ?

Lycho. Patience (good fir) do not aſſift the ſtorme,
Heer's all that is left liuing of your Queene;
A little Daughter : for the ſake of it,
Be manly, and take comfort.

Per. O you Gods !

Why do you make vs loue your goodly gyſts,

And ſnatch them ſtraight away? we heere below,

Recall not what we giue, and therein may

Vſe honour with you.

Lycho. Patience (good fir) euen for this charge.

Per. Now mylde may be thy life,

For a more bluſterous birth had neuer Babe:

Quiet and gentle thy conditions; for

Thou art the rudely ſt welcome to this world,

That euer was Princes Child : happy what followes,

Thou haſt as chiding a natiuitie,

As Fire, Ayre, Water, Earth, and Heauen can make,

To harould thee from the wombe :

Euen at the firſt, thy loffe is more then can

Thy portage quit, with all thou canſt find heere:

Now the good Gods throw their beſt eyes vpon't.

Enter two Saylers.

1. Sayl. What courage fir ? God faue you.

Per. Courage enough, I do not feare the flaw,
It hath done to me the worſt : yet for the loue
Of this poore Infant, this fresh new ſea-farer,
I would it would be quiet.

1. Sayl. Slacke the bolins there; thou wilt not wilt thou?

Blow and ſplit thy ſelfe.

2. Sayl. But Sea-roome, and the brine and cloudy billow
Kiffle she Moone, I care not.

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1. Sir your Queene must ouer board, the sea workes hie,
The Wind is lowd, and will not lie till the Ship
Be cleard of the dead.

Per. That's your superflition.

1. Pardon vs, sir; with vs at Sea it hath bin still observed.
And we are strong in easterne, therefore briefly yeeld' er,
Per. As you think meet; for she must ouer board straighte
Most wretched Queene.

Lychor. Heere she lies fir.

Peri. A terrible Child-bed haft thou had(my deare,
No light,no fire,th'vnfriendly elements,
Forgot thee vnterly,nor haue I time
To giue thee hallowd to thy graue, but straight,
Muft caft thee scarcely Coffind, in oare,
Where for a monument vpon thy bones,
The ayre remayning lampes,the belching Whale,
And humming Water muft orewelme thy corpes,
Lying with simple shels: ô Lychorida,
Bid Neſtor bring me Spices,Incke,and Taper,
My Casket, and my Iewels; and bid Nucander
Bring me the Sattin Coffin: lay the Babe
Vpon the Pillow; hie thee whiles I say

A prieſtly farewell to her: ſodainely, woman.

2. Sir, we haue a Chift beneath the hatches,
Caulkt and bittumed ready.

Peri. Ithanke thee: Mariner ſay, what Coaſt is this?

2. Wee are neere Thafus.

Peri. Thither gentle Mariner,
Alter thy course for Tyre: When canſt thou reach it?

2. By breake of day, if the Wind ceaſe.

Peri. O make for Thafus,
There will I visit Cleon, for the Babe.

Cannot hold out to Tyrus; there Ile leaue it
At carefull nursing: goe thy wayes good Mariner,
Ile bring the body presently.

Exit.

Enter

## Pericles Prince of Tyre.

Enter Lord Cerymon with a ſeruant.

Cery. Phylemon, hoe.

Enter Phylemon.

Phyl. Doth my Lord call?

Cery. Get Fire and meat for these poore men,
T'as been a turbulent and ſtormie night.

Seru. I haue been in many; but such a night as this,
Till now, I neare endured.

Cery. Your Maifter will be dead ere you returne,
There's nothing can be minifted to Nature,
That can recouer him: giue this to the Pothecary,
And tell me how it workes.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1. Gent. Good morrow.

2. Gent. Good morrow to your Lordship,

Cery. Gentlemen, why doe you stirre so early?

1. Gent. Sir, our lodgings standing bleake vpon the sea,
Shooke as the earth did quake:

The very principals did ſeeme to rend and all to topple:
Pure ſurprize and ſeare, made me to quite the houſe.

2. Gent. That is the cauſe we trouble you so early,
T'is not our husbandry.

Cery. O you ſay well.

1. Gent. But I much maruaile that your Lordship,
Hauing rich tire about you, should at these early howers,
Shake off the golden slumber of repofe; tis most ſtrange.
Nature should be so converſant with Paine,
Being thereto not compelled.

Cery. I hold it euer Vertue and Cunning,
Were endowments greater, then Noblenesse & Riches;
Careleſſe Heyres, may the two latter darken and expend;
But Inmortalitie attendes the former.

Making a man a god :

Tis knowne, I euer haue studied Phyſicke :

Through which ſecret Art, by turning ore Authorities,

E. 3.

I haue

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I have togethier with my practize, made familiar,
To me and to my ayde, the blest infusions that dwels
In Vegetiues, in Mettals, Stones: and can speake of the
Diffurbances that Nature works, and of her cures;
which doth give me an more content in course of true delight
Then to be thirsty after tottering honour, or
Tie my pleasure vp in silken Bagges,
To please the Foole and Death.

2.Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus,
Poured forth your charitie, and hundreds call them selues,
Your Creatures; who by you, haue been restored;
And not your knowledge, your personall payne,
But even your Purse still open, hath built Lord Cerimon,
Such strong renowne, as time shall neuer.

Enter two or three with a Chist.

Seru. So, lift there.

Cer. What's that?

Ser. Sir, even now did the sea toffe vp vpon our shore
This Chist; tis of some wracke.

Cer. Set't downe, let's looke vpon't.

2.Gent. T'is like a Coffin, fir.

Cer. What ere it be, t'is wondrous heauie,
Wrench it open straight:
If the Seas stomacke be orecharg'd with Gold,
T'is a good conſtraint of Fortune it belches vpon vs.

2.Gent. T'is so, my Lord.

Cer. How close tis caulkt & bottomed, did the sea caſt it vp?

Ser. I neuer faw so huge a billow fir, as toſt it vpon ſhore.

Cer. Wrench it open ſoft; it ſmels moſt fweetly in my ſenſe.

2.Gent. A delicate Odour.

Cer. As euer hit my noſtrill: so, vp with it.
Oh you moſt potent Gods ! what's here, a Corſe?

2.Gent. Moſt ſtrange.

Cer. Shroud ed in Cloth of ſtate, balmed and entreaſured
with full bagges of Spices, a Paſport to Apollo, perſect mee
in the Characters:

Heere

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Heere I giue to understand,

If ere this Coffin drues aland;

I King Pericles haue loſt

This Queene, worth all our mundaine coſt :

Who finds her, giue her burying,

She was the Daughter of a King:

Besides, this Treasure for a fee,

The Gods requit his charitie.

If thou liu'eſt Periles, thou haſt a heart,
That euene cracks for woe, this chaunc'd to night.

2.Gent. Moſt likely ſir.

Cer. Nay certainly to night, for looke how fresh he looks
They were too rough, that threw her in the Sea.

Make a Fire within; fetch hither all my Boxes in my Cloſet,
Death may vſurpe on Nature many howlers, and yet

The fire of life kindle againe the ore-preſt ſpirits :
I heard of an Egiptian that had 9. howlers lien dead,
Who was by good applyance recouered.

Enter one with Napkins and Fire.

Well fayd, well fayd; the fire and clothes: the rough and
Wofull Muſick that we haue, cauſe it to found beſeech you:

The Violl once more; how thou stirr'st thou blocke?

The Muſicke there: I pray you giue her ayre:

Gentlemen, this Queene will liue,
Nature awakes a warm breath out of her;

She hath not been entranc'd aboue ſiue howlers :

See how ſhe ginnes to blow into lifes flower againe.

1.Gent. The Heauens, through you, encreaſe our wonder,
And fetes vp your fame for euer.

Cer. She is aliue, behold her ey-lids
Cafes to thofe heauenly iewels which Pericles hath loſt,
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold,

The Diamonds of a moſt pray ſed water doth appeare,
To make the world twife rich, liue, and make vs weepe.

To heare your fate, faire creature, rare as you ſee me to bee.

Shee mones.

Thai. O deare Diana, where am I? where's my Lord?

What

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What world is this?

2. Gent. Is not this strange? 1. Gent. Most rare.

Cer. Hush (my gentle neighbours) lend me your hands,
To the next Chamber beare her : get linnen:
Now this matter muſt be lookt to for her relapſe
Is mortall : come, come; and Eſcelapius guide vs.

They carry her away. Exeunt omne,
Enter Pericles, Atharſus, with Cleon and Dsonſa.

Per. Most honor'd Cleon, I muſt needs be gone, my twelue
months are expir'd, and Tyrius ſtandes in a litigious peace:
You and your Lady take from my heart all thankfulneſſe,
The Gods make vp the reſt vpon you.

Cle. Your ſhakes of fortune, though they hant you mor-
Yet glaunce full wondringly on vs. (tally

Dr. O your ſweet Queene ! that the ſtrict fates had pleaf'd,
you had brought her hither to haue bleſt mine eies with her.

Per. We cannot but obey the powers aboue vs;
Could I rage and rore as doth the ſea ſhe lies in,
Yet the end muſt be as tis : my gentle babe Marina,
Whom, for ſhe was borne at ſea, I haue named ſo,
Here I charge your charitie withall, leauing her
The infant of your care, beſeeching you to giue her
Princely training, that ſhe may be manere'd as ſhe is borne.

Cle. Feare not (my Lord) but thinke your Grace,
That fed my Countrie with your Corne; for which,
The peoples prayers still fall vpon you, muſt in your child
Be thought on, if neglection should therein make me vile,
The common body by you relieu'd,
Would force me to my duety : but if to that,
My nature neede a ſpurre, the Gods reuenge it
Vpon me and mine, to the end of generation.

Per. I beleeue you, your honour and your goodnes,
Teach me too't without your vowes, till ſhe be married,
Madame by bright Diana, whom we honour,
All vnſiſer'd ſhall this heyre of mine remayne,
Though I ſhew wild in't; ſo I take my leaue :
Good Madame, make me bleſſed in your care
In bringing vp my Child.

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Dion. I haue one my ſelfe, who ſhall not be more deere
to my reſpect then yours, my Lord.

Peri. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

Cler. Weel bring your Grace to the edge aſt ſhore,
then giue you vp to the mask'd Neptune, and the gentleſt
winds of heauen.

Peri. I will imbrace your offer, come deereſt Madame,
O no teares Licherſa, no teares, looke to your little Miltris,
on whose grace you may depend hereafter : come my
Lord.

Enter Cerimon, and Thaisa.

Cer. Madam, this Letter, and ſome certaine Iewels,
Lay with you in your Coffer, which are at your command :
Know you the Charecter?

Thar. It is my Lords, that I was ſhipt at ſea. I well remem-
ber, euen on my learning time, but whether there deliue-
red, by the holie gods I cannot rightely ſay: but ſince King
Pericles my wedded Lord, I nere ſhall fee againe, a vaſtall
liuerie will I take me to, and neuer more haue ioy.

Cler. Madam, if this you purpofe as ye ſpeake,
Dianaes Temple is not diſtant farre,
Where you may abide till your date expire,
Moreover if you pleafe a Neece of mine,
Shall there attend you.

Thin. My recompence is thanks, that's all,
Yet my good will is great, though the gift ſmall. Exit.

Enter Cower.

Imagine Pericles arriude at Tyre,
Welcomd and fetled to his owne deſire:
His wofull Queene we leaue at Ephesus,
Vnto Diana ther's a Votarife.

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Now

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Now to *Marina* bend your mind,
Whom our last growing scene must finde
At *Tharjus*, and by *Cleon* traind
In Muticks letters, who hath gaind
Of education all the grace,
Which makes hie both the art and place
Of generall wonder: but alacke
That monter Enuie oft the wracke
Of earned praiſe, *Marinas* life
Seeke to take off by treasons knife,
And in this kinde, our *Cleon* hath
One daughter and a full growne wench,
Euen right for marriage flight: this Maid
Hight *Philoten*: and it is laſt
For certaine in our ſtorie, ſhee
Would euer with *Marina* bee.
Beet when they weaude the ſleded ſilke,
With fingers long, ſmall, white as milke,
Or when ſhe would with tharpe needle wound,
The Cambricke which ſhe made more found
By hurting it or when too'th Lute
She ſung, and made the night bed mute,
That ſtill records with mone, or when
She would with rich and contant pen,
Vaile to her Miftretſe *Dian* ſtill,
This *Philoten* contends in skill
With absolute *Marina*: ſo
The Doue of *Paphos* might with the crow
Vie feathers white, *Marina* gets
All prayſes, which are paid as debts,
And not as g.uen, this ſo darkes
In *Philoten* all gracefull markes,
That *Cleons* wife with Enuie rare,
A preſent murderer does prepare
For good *Marina*, that her daughter

Might

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Might stand peerleſſe by this ſlaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to head,
*Lschorida* our nurſe is dead,
And curſed *Dioniza* hath
The pregnant instrument of wrath.
Preſt for this blow, the vnborne euent,
I doe commend to your content,
Onely I carried winged Time,
Poſt one the lame feete of my rime,
Which neuer could I ſo conuey,
Vnleſſe your thoughts went on my way,
*Dioniza* does appeare,
With *Leonine* a murtherer.
Exit.

Enter *Dioniza*, with *Leonine*.

*Dion.* Thy oath remember, thou haſt ſworne to doo't,
tis but a blowe which neuer ſhall bee knowne, thou
canſt not doe a thing in the worlde ſo ſoone to ycelde
thee ſo much profite: let not confidence which is but
cold, in flaming, thy loue boſome, enflame too nicelie,
nor let pittie which euen women haue caſt off, melt thee,
but be a ſoul dier to thy purpose.

*Leon.* I will doo', but yet ſhe is a goodly creature.

*Dion.* The ſitter then the Gods should haue her.
Here ſhe comes weeping for her onely Miftretſe death,
Thou art reſolude.

*Leon.* I am reſolüde.

Enter *Marina* with a Basket of flowers.

*Mari.* No: I will! rob *Tellus* of her weede to strowe
thy greene with Flowers, the yellowe, blewes, the purple
Violets, and Marigolds, ſhall as a Carpet hang vpon thy
graue, while Sommer dayes doth last: Aye me poore maid,

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borne

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

borne in a tempest, when my mother dide, this world to me
is a lasting storme, whirring me from my friends.

*Dion.* How now *Marina*, why doe yow keep alone?
How chaunce my daughter is not with you?

*Doe not confume your bloud with sorrowing,*
*Hauë you a nurse of me? Lord how your fauours*
*Changd with this unprofitable woe:*
*Come giue me your flowers, ere the sea marre it,*
*Walke with *Leonine*, the ayre is quicke there,*
*And it perces and sharpens the stomacke,*
*Come *Leonine* take her by the arme, walke with her.*

*Mari.* No I pray you, Ile not bereave you of your seruants.

*Dior.* Come, come, I loue the king your father, and your
sselfe, with more then forraine heart, wee every day expect
him here, when he shall come and find our Paragon to all
reports thus blafted,

He will repent the breadth of his great voyage, blame both
my Lord and me, that we haue taken no care to your belt
courtes, go I pray you, walke and be chearfull once againe,
refuse that excellent complexion, which did steale the
eyes of young and old. Care not for me, I can goe home a-
lone.

*Mari.* Well, I will goe, but yet I haue no desire too it.

*Dion.* Come, come, I know this good for you, walke halfe
an hour. *Leonine*, at the least, remember what I haue fed.

*Leon.* I warrant you Madam.

*Dion.* Ile leaue you my sweete Ladie, for a while, pray
walke softly, doe not heate your bloud, what, I must haue
care of you.

*Mari.* My thanks sweete Madame, Is this wind Westerlie
that blowes?

*Leon.* Southwes't.

*Mari.* When I was borne the wind was North.

*Leon.* Waft so?

*Mari.* My father, as nurse fes, did neuer feare, but cryed
'good

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

good sea-men to the Saylers, galling his kingly hands ha-
ling ropes, and clasping to the Maſt, endured a sea that al-
might burst the decke.

*Leon.* When was this?

*Mari.* When I was borne, neuer was waues nor winde
more violent, and from the ladder tackle, waſhes off a can-
us *clymer*, ha fes one, wolt out ? and with a dropping in-
duſtrie they skip from ſterne to ſterne, the Boatswaine
whiftles, and the Maſſer calles and trebles their contution.

*Leon.* Come say your prayers.

*Mari.* What meane you?

*Leon.* If you require a little ſpace for prauer, I graunt it,
pray, but bee not tedious, for the Gods are quicke of care,
and I am ſworne to do my worke with haſte.

*Mari.* Why will you kill me?

*Leon.* To ſatisfie my Ladie.

*Mari.* Why would shee haue me kild now ? as I can re-
member by my troth, I neuer did her hurt in all my life, I
neuer spake bad worde, nor did ill turne to anie liuing crea-
ture: Believe me, law, I neuer killd a Mouse, nor hurt a Fly:
I trode upon a worme againſt my will, but I wept for How
haue I offende,d, wherein my death might yeeld her anie
profit, or my life imply her any danger?

*Leon.* My Commission is not to reason of the deed, but
doo't.

*Mari.* You will not do't for all the world I hope: you
are well fauoured, and your lookse foreſhew you haue a
gentle heart, I saw you latelie when you caught hurt in par-
ting two that fought: good sooth it shew'd well in you, do
so now, your Ladie feekes my life. Come, you betweene, and
faue poore mee the weaker.

*Leon.* I am ſworne and will dispatch.

Enter Pirats.

*Pirat.* 1. Hold villaine.

*Pirat.* 2. A prize, a prize.

*Pirat.* 3. Halfe part mates, halfe part. Come lets haue her

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her aboard sodainly.

Exit.

Enter Leonine.

Leon. These rogueing theeues ferue the great Pyrate Valdes, and they haue seizd Marina, let her goe, ther's no hope shee will returne, Ile weare shees dead, and throwne into the Sea, but ile see further: perhaps they will but please themsclues vpon her, not carrie her aboard, if shee remaine

Whome they haue rauiſht, muſt by mee be ſlaine.

Exit.

Enter the three Bawdes.

Pander. Boult.

Boult. Sir.

Pander. Searche the market narrowly, Mettelyne is full of gallants, wee loſt too much much money this mart by beeing too wenchleſſe.

Bawd. Wee were neuer so much out of Creatures, we haue but poore three, and they can doe no more then they can doe, and they with continuall action, are euen as good as rotten.

Pander. Therefore lets haue fresh ones what ere wee pay for them, if there bee not a conſcience to be vſide in euerie trade, wee ſhall neuer profit.

Bawd. Thou ſayſt true, tis not our bringing vp of poore baſtards, as I thinke, I haue brought vp some eleuen.

Boult. I to eleuen, and brought them downe againe, but ſhall I ſearche the market?

Bawde. What eſſe man? the ſtuffe we haue, a ſtrong winde will blowe it to peeces, they are ſo pittifully ſodaken.

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Pandor. Thou ſayſt true, ther's two vnwholesome a conſcience, the poore Tranſiluanian is dead that laye with the little baggadje.

Boult. I, shee quickly poupt him, she made him raſt-meate for wormes, but Ile goe ſearche the market.

Exit.

Pand. Three or ſoure thouſande Checkins were as prettie a proportion to liue quietly, and so giue ouer.

Bawd. Why, to giue ouer I pray you? Is it a ſhame to get when wee are olde ?

Pand. Oh our credite comes not in like the commo-ditie, nor the commoditie wages not with the daunger: therefore if in our youthes we could pique vp some prettie eſtate, I'were not amitſe to keepe our doore hatch't, besides the ſore tearmes we stand vpon with the gods, wilbe ſtrong with vs for giuing ore.

Bawd. Come other ſorts offend as well as wee.

Pand. As well as wee. I, and better too, wee offende worſe, neither is our poffession any trade, It's no calling, but heere comes Boult.

Enter Boult with the Pirates and Marina.

Boult. Come your wayes my mailters, you ſay shee's a virgin.

Sayler. O Sir, wee doubt it not.

Boult. Maſter, I haue gone through for this peecce you kee, if you like her ſo, if not I haue loſt my earneſt.

Bawd. Boult has ſhee anie qualities?

Boult. Shee has a good face, ſpeakes well, and has ex-cellent good cloathes: there's no farther neceſſitie of qua-lities can make her be refuz'd.

Bawd. What's her price Boult?

Boult.

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Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand peeces.

Pand. Well, follow me my maisters, you shall haue your money preſenly, wife take her in, inſtruct her what she has to do, that she may not be rawe in her entertainment.

Baud. Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour of her haire, complexion, height, her age, with warrantof her virginitie, and crie; He that wil giue moſt thal haue her firſt, ſueh a maydenhead were no cheape thing, if men were as they haue beene: get this done as I command you.

Boult. Performance ſhall follow. Exit.

Mar. Alacke that Leonine was so flacke, so flow, he ſhould haue ſtrooke, not ſpoke, or that these Pirates, not enough barbarous, had not oreboord throwne me, for to ſeeke my mother.

Bawd. Why lament you prettie one?

Mar. That I am prettie.

Bawd. Come, the Gods haue done their part in you.

Mar. I accuſe them not.

Bawd. You are light into my hands, where you are like to liue.

Mar. The more my fault, to ſcape his handses, where I was to die.

Bawd. I, and you ſhall liue in pleafure.

Mar. No.

Bawd. Yes indeed ſhall you, and taſte Gentlemen of all fashions, you ſhall fare well, you ſhall haue the difference of all complexions, what doe you ſtop your cares?

Mar. Are you a woman?

Bawd. What would you haue mee be, and I bee not a woman?

Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman.

Bawd. Marie, whip the Goſſeling, I thinke I ſhall haue ſomething to doe with you, come you'r a young ſoolth ſapling, and muſt be bowed as I would haue you.

Mar. The Gods defend me.

Bawd.

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Baud. If it please the Gods to defend you by men, then men muſt comfort you, men muſt feed you, men ſtir you vp: Boults returnd. Now fir, haſt thou cride her through the Mark et?

Boult. I haue cryde her almoſt to the number of her haires, I haue drawne her picture with my voice.

Baud. And I prethee tell me, how doſt thou find the inſclination of the people, eſpecially of the yonger ſon?

Boult. Faith they ſliffened to mee, as they would haue harkened to their fathers teſtament, there was a Spaniards mouth watred, and he went to bed to her verie deſcription.

Baud. We ſhall haue him here to morrow with his beſt ruffe on.

Boult. To night, to night, but Miſtreſſe doe you knowe the French knight, that cowres ethe hams?

Baud. Who, Monsieur Verollus?

Boult. I, he, he offered to cut a caper at the proclaſmaſion, but he made a groane at it, and ſwore he would ſee her to morrow.

Baud. Well, well, as for him, hee brought his diſeafe hither, here he does but repaire it; I knowe hee will come in our ſhadow, to ſcatter his crownes in the Sunne.

Boult. Well, if we had of euerie Nation a traueller, wee ſhould lodge them with this ſigne.

Baud. Pray you come hither a while, you haue Fortunes comming vppon you, marke mee, you muſt ſeme to doe that fearefully, which you commit willing-ly, deſpife profite, where you haue moſt gaine, to weepe that you liue as yee doe, makes pittie in your Louers ſel-dome, but that pittie begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a meere profite.

Mari. I vnderstand you not.

Boult. O take her home Miſtreſſe, take her home, these bluſhes of hers muſt bee quencht with ſome preſent practise.

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Amar. Thou layest true yfaith, so they must, for your
Bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to goe with
warrant.

Boult. Faith some doe, and some doe not, but Miftretſe
if I haue bargain for the ioynt.

Baud. Thou maſt cut a morſell off the ſpit.

Boult. I may ſo.

Baud. Who should denie it?

Come young one, I like the manner of your garments
well.

Boult. I by my faith, they shall not be chang'd yet.

Baud. Boult, ſpend thou that in the towne: report what
a ſoiourner we haue, youle loose nothing by cuſtome.
When Nature framde this peece, ſhee meant thee a good
turne, therefore ſay what a parragon ſhe is, and thou haſt
the harueſt out of thine owne report.

Boult. I warrant you Miftretſe, thunder shall not ſo a-
wake the beds of Eeles, as my gising out her beautie ſirt
vp the lewdly enclined, Ile bring home ſome to night.

Baud. Come your wayes, follow me.

Mari. If fires be hote, kniues ſharpe, or waters deepe,
Vntide I ſtill my virgin knot will keepe.

Diana ayde my purpose.

Baud. What haue we to doe with Diana, pray you with
you goe with vs?

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### Enter Cleon, and Dioniza.

Dion. Why ere you foolish, can it be vndone?

Cleon. O Dioniza, such a peeece of ſlaughter,
The Sunne and Moone nere lookt vpon.

Dion. I thinke youle turne a chidle agen.

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Cleon. Were I chiefe Lord of all this spaclous world, Ide
give it to vndo the deeds. O Ladie much leſſe in blond then
vertue, yet a Princes to equall any ſingle Crowne ath earth-
ith Iuſtice of compare, O villaine, Leoline whom thou haſt
poilned too, if thou haſt drunke to him tad beene a
kindneſſe becomming well thy face, what canſt thou ſay
when noble Pericles shall demaund his child?

Dion. That ſhee is dead, Nurfes are not the fates to for
ſter it, not euer to preferue, ſhe dide at night, Ile ſay so, who
can crosſe it vnleſſe you play the impious Innocent, and
for an honest attribute, crie out ſhee dyde by foule
play.

Cle. O goe too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the
heauens, the Gods doe like this worſt.

Dion. Be one of those that thinkes the pettie wrens of
Tharſus will ſle hence, and open this to Pericles, I do ſhame
to thinke of what a noble ſtraine you are, and of how co-
ward a ſpirit.

Cle. To such proceeding who euer but his approba-
tion added, though not his prince conſent, he did not flow
from honourable courſes.

Dion. Be it so then, yet none does knowe but you
how ſhee came dead, nor none can knowe Leoline being
gone. ſhee did diſdaine my childe, and ſtoode betwene
her and her fortunes : none woulde looke on her, but
caſt their gazes on Marianas face, whileſt ours was blu-
ted at, and helde a Mawkin not worth the time of day.
It piersc it thorow, and though you call my courſe vn-
naturall, you not your childe well louing, yet I finde it
greets mee as an enterprize of kindneſſe perſormed to your
ſole daughter.

Cle. Heauens forgiue it.

Dion. And as for Pericles, what should hee ſay, we wept
after her hearſe, & yet we mourne, her monument is almoſt
finiſhed, & her epitaphs in glittring gold echaraſters expres-
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a generall prayſe to her, and care in vs at whose expence
tis done.

Cle. Thou art like the Harpie,
Which to betray, doeth with thine Angells face ceaze with
thine Eagles talents.

Dion. You are like one that superſticiouſly,
Doe weare too'th Gods, that Winter kills
The Flies, but yet I know, youle
doe as I aduife.

Gower. Thus time we waste, & long leagues make short,
Saile feas in Cockles, haue and wifh but fort,
Making to take our imagination,
From bourne to bourne, region to region,
By you being pardoned we commit no crime,
To vſe one language, in each feuerall clime,
Where our ſeeanes ſeemes to liue,
I doe beſeech you
To learne of me who ſtand with gappes
To teach you.

The ſtages of our ſtorie *Pericles*
Is now againe thwarting thy wayward ſeas,
Attended on by many a Lord and Knight,
To fee his daughter all his liues delight.

Old *Helicanus* goes along behind,
Is left to gouerne it, you beare in mind.
Old *Escenes*, whom *Helicanus* late
Aduande in time to great and hie eſtate.
Well ſayling ſhips, and bounteous winds
Haue brought

This king to *Tharſus*, thinke this Pilat thought
So with his ſterage, ſhall your thoughts grone
To fetch his daughter home, who firſt is gone
Like moats and ſhadowes, ſee them
Mouse a while,

Your eares vnto your eyes Ile reconcile.

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Enter Pericles at one door, with all his trayne, Clean and Dionize at the other. Cleon ſhewes Pericles the tombe, whereat Pericles makes lamentation, puts on facke-cloth, and in a mighty paſſion departs.

Gower. See how beleefe may suffer by fowle ſhowe,
This borrowed paſſion ſtands for true old woe :
And *Pericles* in ſorrowe all deour'd,
With ſighes ſhot through, and biggeſt teares ore ſhow'r'd.
Leaues *Tharſus*, and againe imbarques, hee ſweares
Neuer to wath his face, nor cut his hayres :
Hee put on fack-cloth, and to Sea he beares,
A Tempeſt which his mortall vetſell teares,
And yet hee rydes it out, Nowe pleafe you wit:

The Epitaph is for *Marina* writ, by wicked *Dioniza*.

The faireſt, faireſt, and best lyes heere,
Who withered in her ſpring of yeare :
She was of Tyrus the Kings daughter,
On whom fowle death hath made this ſlaughter.
Marina was ſhee cal'd, and at her byrth,
Thetis being proud, ſwallowed some part ath' earth :
Therefore the earth fearing to be ore-flowed,
Hath Thetis byrth-childe on the heauens beſlowed.
Wherefore ſhe does and ſweares ſheele ne'er ſtint,
Make raging Battery upon ſhores of ſtint.

No vizor does become blacke villanie,
So well as ſoft and tender flatterie :
Let *Pericles* beleeve his daughter's dead,
And beare his courſes to be ordered ;
By Lady *Fortune*, while our Steare muſt play,
His daughters woe and heauie welladay.
In her vnholie ſeruice : Patience then,
And thinke you now are all in *Mittelin*.

Exit.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1. Gent. Did you cuer heare the like?

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2. Gent.