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Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for
Perséver still in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!
Mar. The gods preserve you!
For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from
It shall be for thy good.
[As Lysimachus is putting up his purse, Boult enters.
Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me. Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your
But for this virgin that doth prop it up,
Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away!
Boult. How's this? We must take another course with you. If your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel. Come your ways.
Mar. Whither would you have me?
Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it. your way. We'll have no more gentlemen driven away. Come your ways, I say.
Bawd. How now! what's the matter?
Boult. Worse and worse, mistress; she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus.
• Cope or canopy of heaven.
Bawd. O abominable!
Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods.
Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever!
Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold as a snowball; saying his prayers too.
Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy plea. sure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.
Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed.
Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!
Bawd. She conjures: away with her. Would she had never come within my doors! Marry hang you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way of women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress; come your way with me. Mar. Whither would you have me?
: Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so dear.
Mar. Pr'ythee tell me one thing first.
Boult. Come now, your one thing.
Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be? Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather, my mistress.
Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art, Since they do better thee in their command.
Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend
As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars, would you; where a man may serve seven
years for the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one?
Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
I doubt not but this populous city will
Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of? Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house.
Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee, I will.
Mar. But, amongst honest women?
Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their consent; therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways. [Exeunt.
Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances
Into an honest house, our story says.
She sings like one immortal, and she dances
As goddess-like to her admired lays:
Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeldt com
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry;
Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost;
His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expence;
On board Pericles' ship, off Mitylene. A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel.
Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them Helicanus.
Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene.
O here he is.
Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene.
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?
Enter two Gentlemen.
1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen,
There is some of worth would come aboard; I
To greet them fairly.
[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the barge.
Enter, from thence, Lysimachus and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, and the two Sailors.
Tyr. Sail. Sir,
This is the man that can, in aught you would,
Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!
And die as I would do.
You wish me well.
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,
I made to it, to know of whence you are.
Hel. First, sir, what is your place?
Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before.
Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;
A man, who for this three months hath not spoken To any one, nor taken sustenance,
But to prorogue* his grief.
Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
* To lengthen or prolong his grief.