To sing a Song that old was sung, From ashes, auntient {Gower} is come, Assuming mans infirmities, To glad your eare, and please your eyes: And Lords and Ladyes in their liues, Haue red it for restoratiues: The purchase is to make men glorious, : If you, borne in those latter times, When Witts more ripe, accept my rimes; And that to heare an old man sing, May to your Wishes pleasure bring: I life would wish, and that I might Waste it for you, like Taper light. This {Antioch}, then {Antiochus} the great, Buylt vp this Citie, for his chiefest Seat; The fayrest in all {Syria.}This King vnto him tooke a Peere, Who dyed, and left a female heyre, So bucksome, blith, and full of face, As heauen had lent her all his grace: With whom the Father liking tooke, And her to Incest did prouoke: Bad child, worse father, to intice his owne

To euill, 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 ensues, to the iudgement of your eye, I giue my cause, who best can iustifie. Young Prince of {Tyre}, you haue at large receiued The danger of the taske you vndertake. I haue ({Antiochus}) and with a soule emboldned With the glory of her prayse, thinke death no hazard, In this enterprise. * Musicke bring in our daughter, clothed like a bride, For embracements euen of {Ioue} himselfe; At whose conception, till {Lucina} rained, Nature this dowry gaue; to glad her presence, The Seanate house of Planets all did sit, To knit in her, their best perfections. See where she comes, appareled like the Spring, Graces her subiects, 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 racte, and teastie wrath Could neuer be her milde companion.

You Gods that made me man, and sway in loue; That haue enflamde desire in my breast, To taste the fruite 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. Prince {Pericles.} That would be sonne to great {Antiochus.} Before thee standes this faire {Hesperides}, With golden fruite, but dangerous to be toucht: For Death like Dragons #heere affright thee hard: Her face like Heauen, inticeth thee to view Her countlesse glory; which desert must gaine: And which without desert, because thine eye Presumes 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 semblance pale, That without couering, saue yon field of Starres, Heere they stand Martyrs slaine in {Cupids} Warres: And with dead cheekes, aduise thee to desist, For going on deaths net, whom none resist. , I thanke thee, who hath taught, My frayle mortalitie to know it selfe; And by those fearefull obiectes, 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 sickemen 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 vnspotted fire of Loue, to you: Thus ready for the way of life or death, I wayte the sharpest blow ({Antiochus})

Scorning aduice; read the conclusion then: Which read and not expounded, tis decreed, As these before thee, thou thy selfe shalt bleed. Of all sayd yet, mayst thou prooue prosperous, Of all sayd yet, I wish thee happinesse. Like a bold Champion I assume the Listes, Nor aske aduise of any other thought, But faythfulnesse and courage. : , ; ; : , Sharpe Phisicke is the last: But o you powers! That giues heauen countlesse eyes to view mens actes, 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 sinne within, will touch the gate. You are a faire Violl, and your sense, the stringes; Who finger'd to make man his lawfull musicke, Would draw Heauen downe, and all the Gods to harken: But being playd vpon before your time, #Hell onely daunceth at so harsh a chime: Good sooth, I care not for you. 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.

Great King, Few loue to heare the sinnes they loue to act, 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 selfe; 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 oppression, and the poore Worme doth die for't: Kinges are earths Gods; in vice, their law's their #will: And if {Ioue} stray, who dares say, {Ioue} doth #ill: It is enough you know, and it is fit; 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. * Heauen, that I had thy head; he ha's found the mea-(ning: 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 selfe, doth tune vs otherwise; 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 befit our honour and your worth. 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 false, Then were it certaine you were not so bad, As with foule Incest to abuse your soule:

Where now you both a Father and a Sonne, By your vntimely claspings with your Child, (Which pleasures fittes a husband, not a father) And shee an eater of her Mothers flesh, By the defiling of her Parents bed, And both like Serpents are; who though they feed On sweetest Flowers, yet they Poyson breed. farewell, for Wisedome sees those men, Blush not in actions blacker then the night, Will shew no course to keepe them from the light: One sinne (I know) another doth prouoke; Murther's as neere to Lust, as Flame to Smoake: Poyson and Treason are the hands of Sinne, #I, and the targets to put off the shame, Then least my life be cropt, to keepe you cleare, By flight, Ile shun the danger which I feare. He hath found the meaning. For which we meane to haue his head: He must not liue to trumpet foorth my infamie, Nor tell the world {Antiochus} doth sinne In such a loathed manner: And therefore instantly this Prince must die, For by his fall, my honour must keepe hie. Who attends vs there? Doth your highnes call? , you are of our Chamber, {Thaliard}, And our minde pertakes her priuat actions, To your secrecie; and for your faythfulnes, We will aduaunce you {Thaliard}: Behold, heere's Poyson, and heere's Gold: Wee hate the Prince of {Tyre}, and thou must kill him; It fittes thee not to aske the reason why? Because we bid it: say, is it done? My Lord, tis done.

* Enough. Let your breath coole your selfe, telling your haste. My Lord, Prince {Pericles} is fled. * 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 vnlesse thou say Prince {Pe}-{ricles} is dead. * My Lord, if I can get him within my Pistols *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. * Let none disturb vs, why shold this cha[n]ge of thoughts The sad companion dull eyde melancholie, By me so vsde a guest, as not an houre In the dayes glorious walke or peacefull night, *The tombe where griefe should sleepe can breed me quiet, Here pleasures court mine eies, and mine eies shun them, And daunger which I fearde is at {Antioch}, Whose arme seemes farre too short to hit me here, Yet neither pleasures #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, Haue after nourishment and life, by care And what was first but feare, 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.

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 driue courage from the state, Our men be vanquisht ere they doe resist, And subiects punisht 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 soule to languish, And punish that before that he would punish. Ioy and all comfort in your sacred brest. And keepe your mind till you returne to vs peacefull and comfortable. Peace, peace, and giue experience tongue, They doe abuse the King that flatter him, For flatterie is the bellowes blowes vp sinne, 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 {signior} sooth here does proclaime peace, He flatters you, makes warre vpon your life. Prince pardon me, or strike me if you please, I cannot be much lower then my knees. All leaue vs else: but let your cares ore-#looke, What shipping, and what ladings in our hauen, And then returne to vs, {Hellicans} thou hast Mooude vs, what seest thou in our lookes? An angrie brow, dread Lord. If there be such a dart in Princes frownes, How durst thy tongue moue anger to our face? How dares the plants looke vp to heauen,

From whence they haue their nourishment? * Thou knowest I haue power to take thy life from (thee. I haue ground the Axe my selfe, Doe but you strike the blowe. Rise, prethee rise, sit downe, thou art no flatterer, I thanke thee fort, and heauen forbid That kings should let their eares heare their faults hid. Fit Counsellor, and seruant for a Prince, Who by thy wisdome makes a Prince thy seruant, What wouldst thou haue me doe? * To beare with patience such griefes as you your selfe doe lay vpon your selfe. Thou speakst like a Physition {Hellicanus}, That ministers 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 beautie, From whence an issue 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 eare, as blacke as incest, Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father Seemde not to strike, but smooth, but thou knowst this, Tis time to feare when tyrants seemes to kisse. Which feare so grew in me I hither fled, Vnder the couering of a carefull night, Who seemd my good protector, and being here, Bethought what was past, what might succeed, I knew him tyrannous, and tyrants feare Decrease not, but grow faster then the yeares, And should he doo't, as no doubt he doth, That I should open to the listning ayre, How many worthie Princes blouds were shed, To keepe his bed of blacknesse vnlayde ope,

To lop that doubt, hee'le fill this land with armes, 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'dst me fort. Alas sir. * Drew sleep out of mine eies, blood fro[m] my cheekes, Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest ere it came, And finding little comfort to relieue them, I thought it princely charity to griue for them. * Well my Lord, since you haue giuen mee leaue to (speake, 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: therfore 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 serues not light more faithfull then Ile be. I doe not doubt thy faith. But should he wrong my liberties in my absence? Weele mingle our bloods togither in the earth, From whence we had our #being, and our birth. I now looke from thee then, and to {Tharsus} Intend my trauaile, where Ile heare from thee, And by whose Letters Ile dispose 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 liue so round, and safe, That time of both this truth shall nere conuince, Thou shewdst a subiects shine, I a true Prince.

*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'is daungerous. *Well, I perceiue he was a wise 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 doe 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. Husht, heere comes the Lords of {Tyre.} * You shall not neede my fellow-#Peers of {Tyre}, *further to question mee of your kings departure: his sea-led *Commission left in trust with mee, does speake suffici-ently hee's gone to trauaile. How? the King gone? * 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.} What from {Antioch}? * Royall {Antiochus} on what cause I knowe not, *tooke some displeasure at him, at least hee iudg'de so: and *doubting lest hee had err'de or sinn'de, to shewe his sorrow, *hee'de correct himselfe; so puts himselfe vnto the Ship-mans *toyle, with whome eache minute threatens life or death. * Well, I perceiue I shall not be hang'd now, *although I would, but since hee's gone, the Kings seas *must please: hee scap'te the Land to perish at the Sea, I'le present my selfe. Peace to the Lords of {Tyre.}

Lord {Thaliard} from {Antiochus} is welcome. * From him I come with message vnto princely *, but since my landing, I haue vnderstood your Lord *has betake himselfe to vnknowne trauailes, now message must returne from whence it came. * Wee haue no reason to desire it, commended *to our maister not to vs, yet ere you shall depart, this wee desire as friends to {Antioch} wee may feast in {Tyre.} See if t'will teach vs to forget our owne? * That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it, For who digs hills because they doe aspire? Throwes downe one mountaine to cast vp a higher: O my distressed Lord, euen such our griefes are, Heere they are but felt, and seene with mischiefs eyes, But like to Groues, being topt, they higher rise. O {Dioniza.} Who wanteth food, and will not say hee wants it, Or can conceale his hunger till hee famish? Our toungs and sorrowes to sound deepe: 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 discourse our woes felt seuerall yeares, And wanting breath to speake, helpe mee with teares. Ile doe my best Syr. * This {Tharsus} ore which I haue the gouerne-(ment, A Cittie on whom plentie held full hand: For riches strew'de her selfe euen in her streetes,

Whose towers bore heads so high they kist the clowds, And strangers nere beheld, but wondred at, Whose men and dames so jetted and adorn'de, Like one anothers glasse to trim them by, Their tables were stor'de full to glad the sight, And not so much to feede on as delight, All pouertie was scor'nde, and pride so great, The name of helpe grewe odious to repeat. O t'is too true. * But see what heauen can doe by this our change, These mouthes who but of late, earth, sea, and ayre, Were all too little to content and please, Although they gaue their creatures in abundance, As houses are defil'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? Our cheekes and hollow eyes doe witnesse it. O let those Cities that of plenties cup, And her prosperities so largely taste, With their superfluous riots heare these teares, The miserie of {Tharsus} may be theirs. Wheres the Lord Gouernour? * Here, speake out thy sorrowes, which thee bringst

in #hast, for comfort is too farre for vs to expect. * Wee haue descryed vpon our neighbouring shore, a portlie saile of ships make hitherward. I thought as much. One sorrowe neuer comes but brings an heire, That may succeede 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 conquest of vnhappie mee, Whereas no glories got to ouercome. That's the least feare. *For by the semblance of their white flagges displayde, they *bring vs peace, and come to vs as fauourers, not as foes. * Thou speak'st like himnes vntuterd to repeat, Who makes the fairest showe, meanes most deceipt. But bring they what they will, and what they can, What need wee leaue our grounds the lowest? *And wee are halfe way there: Goe tell their Generall wee *attend him heere, to know for what he comes, and whence he comes, and what he craues? I goe my Lord. Welcome is peace, if he on peace consist, If warres, wee are vnable to resist. Lord Gouernour, for so wee heare you are, Let not our Ships and number of our men, Be like a beacon fier'de, t'#amaze your eyes, Wee haue heard your miseries as farre as {Tyre}, And seene the desolation of your streets, Nor come we to adde sorrow to your teares, But to relieue them of their heauy loade, And these our Ships you happily may thinke,

Are like the Troian Horse, was stuft within With bloody veines expecting ouerthrow, Are stor'd with Corne, to make your needie bread, And giue them life, whom hunger-#staru'd halfe dead. The Gods of {Greece} protect you, And wee'le pray for you. * Arise I pray you, rise; we do not looke for reuerence, But for loue, and harborage for our selfe, our ships, & men. The which when any shall not gratifie, Or pay you with vnthankfulnesse 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. Which welcome wee'le accept, feast here awhile, Vntill our Starres that frowne, lend vs a smile. 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: I'le shew you those in troubles raigne; Loosing 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.

* Pericles {talking with} Cleon, {all the traine} * * Pericles, Pericles {shewes the Letter to} Cleon; *Pericles {giues the Messenger a reward, and Knights him}: Pericles {at one dore, and} Cleon {at an other.} Good {Helicon} that stayde 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 {Thaliart} came full bent with sinne, And hid in Tent to murdred him; And that in {Tharsis} was not best, Longer for him to make his rest: He doing so, put foorth to Seas; Where when men #been there's seldome ease, For now the Wind begins to blow, Thunder aboue, and deepes below, Makes such vnquiet, that the Shippe, Should house him safe; is wrackt and split, And he (good Prince) hauing all lost, By Waues, from coast to coast is tost: All perishen 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. Yet cease your ire you angry Starres of heauen, 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, the Seas hath cast me on the Rocks, Washt me from shore to shore, and left my breath Nothing to thinke on, but ensuing death: Let it suffize the greatnesse of your powers, To haue bereft 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. What, to pelch? Ha, come and bring away the Nets. What Patch-#breech, I say. What say you Maister? Looke how thou stirr'st now: Come away, or Ile fetch'th with a wanion. Fayth Maister, I am thinking of the poore men, That were cast away before vs euen now. Alasse poore soules, it grieued my heart to heare, What pittifull cryes they made to vs, to helpe them, When (welladay) we could scarce helpe our selues. Nay Maister, sayd not I as much, When I saw the Porpas how he bounst and tumbled? They say they're halfe fish, halfe flesh: *A plague on them, they nere come but I looke to be washt. Maister, I maruell how the Fishes liue in the Sea? Why, as Men doe a-#land; The great ones eate vp the little ones: I can compare our rich Misers to nothing so fitly, 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 Parish, Church, Steeple, Belles and all. A prettie morall. But Maister, if I had been the Sexton, I would haue been that day in the belfrie. Why, Man?

Because he should haue swallowed mee too, And when I had been in his belly, I would haue kept such a iangling of the Belles, That he should neuer haue left, Till he cast Belles, Steeple, Church and Parish vp againe: But if the good King {Simonides} were of my minde. ? We would purge the land of these Drones, These Fishers tell the infirmities of men, And from their watry empire recollect. All that may men approue, or men detect. Peace be at your labour, honest Fisher-#men. * Honest good fellow what's that, if it be a day fits you Search out of the Kalender, and no body looke after it? May see the Sea hath cast vpon your coast: What a drunken Knaue was the Sea, To cast thee in our way? A man whom both the Waters and the Winde, In that vast 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. No friend, cannot you begge? Heer's them in our countrey of {Greece}, Gets more with begging, then we can doe with working. Canst thou catch any Fishes then? I neuer practizde it. * Nay then thou wilt starue sure: for heer's nothing to be got now-#adayes, vnlesse thou canst fish for't. 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.

* 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 shalt goe home, and wee'le *haue Flesh for all day, Fish for fasting-#dayes and more; or Puddinges and Flap-#iackes, and thou shalt be welcome. I thanke you sir. Harke you my friend: You sayd you could not beg? I did but craue. But craue? Then Ile turne Crauer too, and so I shall scape whipping. Why, are you Beggers whipt then? * 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. How well this honest mirth becomes their labour? Harke you sir; doe you know where yee are? Not well. Why Ile tell you, this I cald {Pantapoles}, And our King, the good {Symonides.} The good {Symonides}, doe you call him? #I sir, and he deserues so to be cal'd, For his peaceable raigne, and good gouernement. He is a happy King, since he gaines from His subiects the name of good, by his gouernment. How farre is his Court distant from this shore? Mary sir, halfe a dayes iourney: 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. Were my fortunes equall to my desires, I could wish to make one there. * O sir, things must be as they may: and what a man can not get, he may lawfully deale for his Wiues soule. * Helpe Maister helpe; heere's a Fish hanges in the Net, *Like a poore mans right in the law: t'will hardly come out. *Ha bots on't, tis come at last; & tis turnd to a rusty Armour.

An Armour friends; I pray you let me see it. Thankes Fortune, yeat 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 {Perycles}, it hath been a Shield Twixt me and death, and poynted to this brayse, For that it saued me, keepe it in like necessitie: The which the Gods protect 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. What meane you sir? * 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 sake, I wish 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, rest your debter. Why wilt thou turney for the Lady? Ile shew the vertue I haue borne in Armes. Why di'e take it: and the Gods giue thee good an't. * #I but harke you my friend, t'was wee that made vp *this Garment through the rough seames of the Waters: *there are certaine Condolements, certaine Vailes: I hope *sir, if you thriue, you'le remember from whence you had them. 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 a Courser, whose delight steps, Shall make the gazer ioy to see him tread; Onely (my friend) I yet am vnprouided of a paire of Bases. Wee'le sure prouide, thou shalt haue My best Gowne to make thee a paire; And Ile bring thee to the Court my selfe. Then Honour be but a Goale to my #Will, This day Ile rise, or else adde #ill to #ill. Are the Knights ready to begin the Tryumph? They are my Leidge, and stay your comming, To present them selues. * 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 see; and seeing, woonder at. It pleaseth you (my royall Father) to expresse My Commendations great, whose merit's lesse. It's fit it should be so, for Princes are A modell which Heauen makes like to it selfe: As Iewels 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. Which to preserue mine honour, I'le performe. Who is the first, that doth preferre himselfe? A Knight of {Sparta} (my renowned father) And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield, Is a blacke Ethyope reaching at the Sunne: The word: {Lux tua vita mihi.} He loues you well, that holdes his life of you. Who is the second, that presents himselfe?

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 Spanish. {Pue Per doleera kee per forsa.} 3.#{Knight.} ##{Kin.} And with the third? The third, of {Antioch}; and his deuice, *A wreath of Chiually: the word: {Me Pompey prouexit apex.} 4.#{Knight.} ##{Kin.} What is the fourth. A burning Torch that's turned vpside downe; The word: {Qui me alit me extinguit.} * 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 spectanda fides.} *6.#{Knight.} ##{Kin.} And what's the sixt, and last; the which, *The knight himself with such a graceful courtesie deliuered? Hee seemes to be a Stranger: but his Present is A withered Branch, that's onely greene at top, The motto: {In hac spe viuo.} * A pretty morrall fro[m] the deiected state wherein he is, He hopes by you, his fortunes yet may flourish. * 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 haue practis'd more the Whipstocke, then the Launce. He well may be a Stranger, for he comes To an honour'd tryumph, strangly furnisht. And on set purpose let his Armour rust Vntill this day, to scowre it in the dust. 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.

* Knights, to say 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. But you my Knight and guest, To whom this Wreath of victorie I giue, And crowne you King of this dayes happinesse. Tis more by Fortune (Lady) then my Merit. 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'#feast, For (Daughter) so you are; heere take your place: Martiall the rest, as they deserue their grace. We are honour'd much by good {Symonides.} Your presence glads our dayes, honour we loue, For who hates honour, hates the Gods aboue. Sir, yonder is your place. Some other is more fit. Contend not sir, for we are Gentlemen, Haue neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes, Enuies the great, nor shall the low despise. You are right courtious Knights. Sit sir, sit. By {Ioue} (I wonder) that is King of thoughts, These Cates resist mee, hee not thought vpon. By {Iuno} (that is Queene of mariage) All Viands that I eate do seeme vnsauery, Wishing him my meat: sure hee's a gallant Gentleman. * Hee's but a countrie Gentleman: #ha's done no more Then other Knights haue done, #ha's broken a Staffe,

Or so; so let it passe. To mee he seemes like Diamond, to Glasse. You Kings to mee, like to my fathers picture, Which tels in that glory once he was, Had Princes sit like Starres about his Throane, And hee the Sunne for them to reuerence; None that beheld him, but like lesser lights, Did vaile their Crownes to his supremacie; Where now his sonne like a Gloworme in the night, The which hath Fire in darknesse, 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. What, are you merry, Knights? Who can be other, in this royall presence. Heere, with a Cup that's stur'd vnto the brim, As do you loue, fill to your Mistris lippes, Wee drinke this health to you. We thanke your Grace. * Yet pause awhile, yon Knight doth sit too melan-(choly, As if the entertainement in our Court, Had not a shew might counteruaile his worth: Note it not you, {Thaisa.} What is't to me, my father? 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 sound, but kild, are wondred at: Therefore to make his entraunce more sweet, Heere, say wee drinke this standing boule of wine to him. Alas my Father, it befits not mee, Vnto a stranger Knight to be so bold, He may my profer take for an offence, Since men take womens giftes for impudence. How? doe as I bid you, or you'le mooue me else. Now by the Gods, he could not please me better.

* And furthermore tell him, we desire to know of him Of whence he is, his name, and Parentage? The King my father (sir) has drunke to you. I thanke him. Wishing it so much blood vnto your life. I thanke both him and you, and pledge him freely. And further, he desires to know of you, Of whence you are, your name and parentage? A Gentleman of {Tyre}, my name {Pericles}, My education 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. He thankes your Grace; names himselfe {Pericles}, A Gentleman of {Tyre}: who onely by misfortune of the seas, Bereft of Shippes and Men, cast on this shore. Now by the Gods, I pitty his misfortune, And will awake him from his melancholy. Come Gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles, And waste 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 excuse with saying this, Lowd Musicke is too harsh for Ladyes heads, Since they loue men in armes, as well as beds. So, this was well askt, t'was so well perform'd. Come sir, 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. In those that practize them, they are (my Lord.) Oh that's as much, as you would be denyed Of your faire courtesie: vnclaspe, vnclaspe. Thankes Gentlemen to all, all haue done well; But you the best: Pages and lights, to conduct

These Knights vnto their seuerall Lodgings: Yours sir, we haue giuen order be next our owne. I am at your Graces pleasure. Princes, it is too late to talke of Loue, And that's the marke I know, you leuell at: Therefore each one betake him to his rest, To morrow all for speeding do their best: No {Escanes}, know this of mee, 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 seated in A Chariot of an inestimable value, and his daughter With him; a fire from heauen came and shriueld Vp those bodyes euen to lothing, for they so stounke, That all those eyes ador'd them, ere their fall, Scorne now their hand should giue them buriall. T'was very strange. * And yet but iustice; for though this King were great, His greatnesse was no gard to barre heauens shaft, But sinne had his reward. Tis very true. See, not a man in priuate conference, Or counsaile, ha's respect with him but hee. It shall no longer grieue, without reprofe. And curst be he that will not second it. Follow me then: Lord {Hellicane}, a word. With mee? and welcome happy day, my Lords. Know, that our griefes are risen to the top, And now at length they ouer-#flow their bankes. Your griefes, for what?

Wrong not your Prince, you loue. Wrong not your selfe then, noble {Hellican}, But if the Prince do liue, let vs salute him, Or know what ground's made happy by his breath: If in the world he liue, wee'le seeke him out: If in his Graue he rest, wee'le find him there, And be resolued he liues to gouerne vs: Or dead, giue's cause to mourne his funerall, And leaue vs to our free election. * Whose 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. Liue noble {Hellicane.} Try honours cause; forbeare your suffrages: If that you loue Prince {Pericles}, forbeare, (Take I your wish, I leape into the seas, Where's howerly trouble, for a minuts ease) 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 subiects, And in your search, spend your aduenturous worth, Whom if you find, and winne vnto returne, You shall like Diamonds sit about his Crowne. To wisedome, hee's a foole, that will not yeeld: And since Lord {Hellicane} enioyneth vs, We with our trauels will endeauour. * Then you loue vs, we you, & wee'le claspe hands: When Peeres thus knit, a Kingdome euer stands. , Good morrow to the good {Simonides.}

Knights, from my daughter this I let you know, That for this twelue-#month, shee'le not vndertake A maried life: her reason to her selfe is onely knowne, Which from her, by no meanes can I get. May we not get accesse to her (my Lord?) Fayth, by no meanes, she hath so strictly Tyed her to her Chamber, that t'is impossible: One twelue 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. Loth to bid farewell, we take our leaues. 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 Mistris, 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. All fortune to the good {Symonides.} To you as much: Sir, I am behoulding to you For your sweete Musicke this last night: I do protest, my eares were neuer better fedde With such delightfull pleasing harmonie. It is your Graces pleasure to commend, Not my desert. Sir, you are Musickes maister. The worst of all her schollers (my good Lord.) Let me aske you one thing: What do you thinke of my Daughter, sir? A most vertuous Princesse. And she is faire too, is she not? As a faire day in Sommer: woondrous faire.

Sir, my Daughter thinkes very well of you, #I so well, that you must be her Maister, And she will be your Scholler; therefore looke to it. I am vnworthy for her Scholemaister. She thinkes not so: peruse this writing else. * What's here, a letter that she loues the knight of {Tyre}? T'is the Kings subtiltie to haue my life: Oh seeke not to intrappe me, gracious Lord, A Stranger, and distressed Gentleman, That neuer aymed so hie, to loue your Daughter, But bent all offices to honour her. Thou hast bewitcht my daughter, And thou art a villaine. 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. Traytor, thou lyest. Traytor? #I, traytor. That cals me Traytor, I returne the lye. Now by the Gods, I do applaude his courage. My actions are as noble as my thoughts, That neuer relisht of a base discent: I came vnto your Court for Honours cause, And not to be a Rebell to her state: And he that otherwise accountes of mee, This Sword shall prooue, hee's Honours enemie. No? heere comes my Daughter, she can witnesse it. 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? Why sir, say if you had, who takes offence?

At that, would make me glad? Yea Mistris, are you so peremptorie? I am glad on't with all my heart, Ile tame you; Ile bring you in subiection. {Aside.} 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 Mistris, either frame Your #will to mine: and you sir, heare you; Either be rul'd by mee, or Ile make you, Man and wife: nay come, your hands, And lippes must seale it too: and being ioynd, Ile thus your hopes destroy, and for further griefe: God giue you ioy; what are you both pleased? Yes, if you loue me sir? Euen as my life, my blood that fosters it. What are you both agreed? Yes, if't please your Maiestie. It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed, And then with what haste you can, get you to bed. Now sleepe yslacked hath the rout, No din but snores 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: hath brought the Bride to bed, Whereby the losse of maydenhead, A Babe is moulded: be attent,

And Time that is so briefly spent, With your fine fancies quaintly each, What's dumbe in shew, I'le plaine with speach. * Pericles {and} Symonides {at one dore with attendantes}, * Pericles {a letter}, *Pericles {shewes it} Symonides, {the Lords kneele to him}; * Thaysa {with child, with} Lichorida {a nurse}, * Pericles By many a dearne and painefull pearch Of {Perycles} the carefull search, By the fower opposing 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: 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 twise sixe Moones, He obedient to their doomes, Will take the Crowne: the summe of this, Brought hither to {Pentapolis}, Irauyshed 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,

Which who shall crosse along to goe, Omit we all their dole and woe: 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 grisled North Disgorges such a tempest forth, That as a Ducke for life that diues, So vp and downe the poore Ship driues: The Lady shreekes, and wel-#a-#neare, Do's fall in trauayle with her feare: And what ensues in this fell storme, Shall for it selfe, it selfe performe: I nill 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 Decke The seas tost {Pericles} appeares to speake. 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, o still Thy deafning dreadfull thunders, gently quench Thy nimble sulphirous flashes: o 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 Aboard our dauncing Boat, make swift the pangues Of my Queenes trauayles? now {Lychorida.}

Heere is a thing too young for such a place, Who if it had conceit, would die, as I am like to doe: Take in your armes this peece of your dead Queene. How? how {Lychorida}? Patience (good sir) do not assist the storme, Heer's all that is left liuing of your Queene; A litle Daughter: for the sake of it, Be manly, and take comfort. O you Gods! Why do you make vs loue your goodly gyfts, And snatch them straight away? we heere below, Recall not what we giue, and therein may Vse honour with you. Patience (good sir) euen for this charge. Now mylde may be thy life, For a more blusterous birth had neuer Babe: Quiet and gentle thy conditions; for Thou art the rudelyest 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 losse is more then can Thy portage quit, with all thou canst find heere: Now the good Gods throw their best eyes vpon't. What courage sir? God saue you. 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. Slake the bolins there; thou wilt not wilt thou. Blow and split thy selfe. But Sea-#roome, and the brine and cloudy billow Kisse the Moone, I care not.

* 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. That's your superstition. * Pardon vs, sir; with vs at Sea it hath bin still obserued. And we are strong in easterne, therefore briefly yeeld#'er, * As you thinke meet; for she must ouer board straight: Most wretched Queene Heere she lyes sir. A terrible Child-#bed hast thou had (my deare, No light, no fire, th'#vnfriendly elements, Forgot thee vtterly, nor haue I time To giue thee hallowd to thy graue, but straight, Must cast thee scarcly Coffind, in oare, Where for a monument vpon thy bones, The ayre remayning lampes, the belching Whale, And humming Water must orewelme thy corpes, Lying with simple shels: o {Lychorida}, Bid {Nestor} bring me Spices, Incke, and Taper, My Casket, and my Iewels; and bid {Nicander} Bring me the Sattin Coffin: lay the Babe Vpon the Pillow; hie thee whiles I say A priestly farewell to her: sodainely, woman. Sir, we haue a Chist beneath the hatches, Caulkt and bittumed ready. I thanke thee: Mariner say, what Coast is this? Wee are neere {Tharsus.} Thither gentle Mariner, Alter thy course for {Tyre}: When canst thou reach it? By breake of day, if the Wind cease. O make for {Tharsus}, 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. .

, hoe. . Doth my Lord call? Get Fire and meat for these poore men, T'as been a turbulent and stormie night. I haue been in many; but such a night as this, Till now, I neare endured: Your Maister will be dead ere you returne, There's nothing can be ministred to Nature, That can recouer him: giue this to the Pothecary, And tell me how it workes. Good morrow. Good morrow to your Lordship, 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 feare, made me to quite the house. That is the cause we trouble you so early, T'is not our husbandry. O you say well. But I much maruaile that your Lordship, Hauing rich tire about you, should at these early howers, Shake off the golden slumber of repose; tis most strange Nature should be so conuersant with Paine, Being thereto not compelled. I hold it euer Vertue and Cunning, Were endowments greater, then Noblenesse & Riches; Carelesse Heyres, may the two latter darken and expend; But Immortalitie attendes the former, Making a man a god: T'is knowne, I euer haue studied Physicke: Through which secret #Art, by turning ore Authorities,

I haue togeather with my practize, made famyliar, To me and to my ayde, the blest infusions that dwels In Vegetiues, in Mettals, Stones: and can speake of the Disturbances that Nature works, and of her cures; *Which doth giue me a 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. Your honour has through {Ephesus}, Poured foorth your charitie, and hundreds call themselues, Your Creatures; who by you, haue been restored; And not your knowledge, your personall payne, But euen your Purse still open, hath built Lord {Cerimon}, Such strong renowne, as time shall neuer. So, lift there. What's that? Sir, euen now did the sea tosse vp vpon our shore This Chist; tis of some wracke. Set't downe, let's looke vpon't. T'is like a Coffin, sir. What ere it be, t'is woondrous 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. T'is so, my Lord. * How close tis caulkt & bottomed, did the sea cast it vp? * I neuer saw so huge a billow sir, as tost it vpon shore. * Wrench it open soft; it smels most sweetly in my sense. A delicate Odour. As euer hit my nostrill: so, vp with it. Oh you most potent Gods! what's here, a Corse? Most strange. * Shrowded in Cloth of state, balmed and entreasured *with full bagges of Spices, a Pasport to {Apollo}, perfect mee in the Characters:

, ; Pericles {haue lost} : , If thou liuest {Pericles}, thou hast a heart, That euer cracks for woe, this chaunc'd to night. Most likely sir. * Nay certainely to night, for looke how fresh she looks Make a Fire within; fetch hither all my Boxes in my Closet, Death may vsurpe on Nature many howers, and yet The fire of life kindle againe the ore-#prest spirits: I heard of an {Egiptian} that had 9. howers lien dead, Who was by good applyaunce recouered. *Well sayd, well sayd; the fire and clothes: the rough and *Wofull Musick that we haue, cause it to sound 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 warmth breath out of her; She hath not been entranc'st aboue fiue howers: See how she ginnes to blow into lifes flower againe. * The Heauens, through you, encrease our wonder, And sets vp your fame for euer. She is aliue, behold her ey-#lids, Cases to those heauenly iewels which {Pericles} hath lost, Begin to part their fringes of bright gold, The Diamonds of a most praysed water doth appeare, To make the world twise rich, liue, and make vs weepe. To heare your fate, faire creature, rare as you seeme to bee. O deare {Diana}, where am I? where's my Lord?

What world is this? Is not this strange? ##1.{Gent.} Most rare. * 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. * Most honor'd {Cleon}, I must needs be gone, my twelue months are expir'd, and {Tyrus} standes in a litigious peace: You and your Lady take from my heart all thankfulnesse, The Gods make vp the rest vpon you. * Your shakes of fortune, though they hant you mor-(tally Yet glaunce full wondringly on vs. * O your sweet Queene! that the strict fates had pleas'd, *you had brought her hither to haue blest mine eies with her. 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. 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. I beleeue you, your honour and your goodnes, Teach me too't without your vowes, till she be maried, Madame, by bright {Diana}, whom we honour, All vnsisterd shall this heyre of mine remayne, Though I shew #will in't; so I take my leaue: Good Madame, make me blessed in your care In bringing vp my Child.

* I haue one my selfe, who shall not be more deere to my respect then yours, my Lord. Madam, my thanks and prayers. * Weel bring your Grace ene to the edge ath shore, *then giue you vp to the mask'd {Neptune}, and the gentlest winds of heauen. * I will imbrace your offer, come deerest Madame, *O no teares {Licherida}, no teares, looke to your litle Mistris, *on whose grace you may depend hereafter: come my Lord. Madam, this Letter, and some certaine Iewels, *Lay with you in your Coffer, which are at your command: Know you the Charecter? * 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 rightly say: but since King * my wedded Lord, I nere shall see againe, a vastall liuerie will I take me to, and neuer more haue ioy. Madam, if this you purpose as ye speake, Temple is not distant farre, Where you may abide till your date expire, Moreouer if you please a Neece of mine, Shall there attend you. My recompence is thanks, thats all, Yet my good #will is great, though the gift small. Imagine {Pericles} arriude at {Tyre}, Welcomd and setled to his owne desire: His wofull Queene we leaue at {Ephesus}, Vnto {Diana} ther's a Votarisse.

Now to {Marina} bend your mind, Whom our fast growing scene must finde At {Tharsus}, and by {Cleon} traind In Musicks letters, who hath gaind Of education all the grace, Which makes hie both the #art and place Of generall wonder: but alacke That monster 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 light: this Maid Hight {Philoten}: and it is said 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 sharpe needle wound, The Cambricke which she made more sound 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 constant pen, Vaile to her Mistresse {Dian} still, This {Phyloten} 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 giuen, this so darkes In {Phyloten} all gracefull markes, That {Cleons} wife with Enuie rare, A present murderer does prepare For good {Marina}, that her daughter

Might stand peerlesse by this slaughter. The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, 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, does appeare, With {Leonine} a murtherer. * 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 yeelde *thee so much profite: let not conscience 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 souldier to thy purpose. I will doo't, but yet she is a goodly creature. The fitter then the Gods should haue her. Here she comes weeping for her onely Mistresse death, Thou art resolude. I am resolude. * No: I will rob {Tellus} of her weede to strowe *thy greene with Flowers, the yellowes, blewes, the purple *Violets, and Marigolds, shall as a Carpet hang vpon thy *graue, while Sommer dayes doth last: Aye me poore maid,

*borne in a tempest, when my mother dide, this world to me is a lasting storme, whirring me from my friends. How now {Marina}, why doe yow keep alone? How chaunce my daughter is not with you? Doe not consume your bloud with sorrowing, Haue you a nurse of me? Lord how your fauours Changd with this vnprofitable 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. * No I pray you, Ile not bereaue you of your serua[n]t. * Come, come, I loue the king your father, and your *selfe, with more then forraine heart, wee euery day expect *him here, when he shall come and find our Paragon to all reports thus blasted, *He will repent the breadth of his great voyage, blame both *my Lord and me, that we haue taken no care to your best *courses, go I pray you, walke and be chearfull once againe, *reserue that excellent complexion, which did steale the *eyes of yong and old. Care not for me, I can goe home a-lone. Well, I will goe, but yet I haue no desire #too it. * Come, come, I know tis good for you, walke halfe an houre {Leonine}, at the least, remember what I haue sed. I warrant you Madam. * Ile leaue you my sweete Ladie, for #a while, pray *walke softly, doe not heate your bloud, what, I must haue care of you. * My thanks sweete Madame, Is this wind Westerlie that blowes? Southwest. * My father, as nurse ses, did neuer feare, but cryed

*good sea-#men to the Saylers, galling his kingly hands ha-ling *ropes, and clasping to the Mast, endured a sea that al-most burst the decke. When was this? * When I was borne, neuer was waues nor winde *more violent, and from the ladder tackle, washes off a can-uas *clymer, ha ses one, wolt out? and with a dropping in-dustrie *they skip from sterne to sterne, the Boatswaine *whistles, and the Maister calles and trebles their confusion. Come say your prayers. What meane you? * If you require a little space for praier, I graunt it, *pray, but bee not tedious, for the Gods are quicke of eare, and I am sworne to do my worke with haste. Why will you kill me? To satisfie my Ladie. * Why would shee haue mee 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: *Beleeue me law, I neuer killd a Mouse, nor hurt a Fly: *I trode vpon a worme against my #will, but I wept fort. How *haue I offended, wherein my death might yeeld her anie profit, or my life imply her any danger? * My Commission is not to reason of the deed, but doo't. * You will not doo't for all the world I hope: you *are well fauoured, and your lookes foreshew you haue a *gentle heart, I saw you latelie when you caught hurt in par-ting *two that fought: good sooth it shewde well in you, do *so now, your Ladie seekes my life. Come, you betweene, and saue poore mee the weaker. I am sworne and will dispatch. 1. Hold villaine. A prize, a prize. *3. Halfe part mates, halfe part. Come lets haue

her aboord sodainly. * These rogueing theeues serue the great Pyrate *, and they haue seizd {Marina}, let her goe, ther's no *hope shee will returne, Ile sweare shees dead, and throwne *into the Sea, but ile see further: perhappes they will but *please themselues vpon her, not carrie her aboord, if shee remaine Whome they haue rauisht, must by mee be slaine. Sir. * Searche the market narrowely, {Mettelyne} is *full of gallants, wee lost too much much money this mart by beeing too wenchlesse. * 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. * Therefore lets haue fresh ones what ere wee pay *for them, if there bee not a conscience to be vsde in euerie trade, wee shall neuer prosper. * Thou sayst true, tis not our bringing vp of poore bastards, as I thinke, I haue brought vp some eleuen. * #I to eleuen, and brought them downe againe, but shall I searche the market? * What else man? the stuffe we haue, a strong *winde will blowe it to peeces, they are so pittifully sodden.

Thou sayest true, ther's two vnwholesome #a *conscience, the poore {Transiluanian} is dead that laye with the little baggadge. * #I, shee quickly poupt him, she made him roast-meate for wormes, but Ile goe searche the market. * Three or foure thousande Checkins were as prettie a proportion to liue quietly, and so giue ouer. * Why, to giue ouer I pray you? Is it a shame to get when wee are olde? * 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 picke vp some prettie *estate, t'were not amisse to keepe our doore hatch't, besides *the sore tearmes we stand vpon with the gods, wilbe strong with vs for giuing ore. Come other sorts offend as well as wee. * As well as wee, #I, and better too, wee offende *worse, neither is our profession any trade, It's no calling, but heere comes {Boult.} * Come your wayes my maisters, you say shee's a virgin. O Sir, wee doubt it not. * Master, I haue gone through for this peece you see, if you like her so, if not I haue lost my earnest. , has shee anie qualities? * Shee has a good face, speakes well, and has ex-cellent *good cloathes: theres no farther necessitie of qua-lities can make her be refuz'd. What's her price {Boult}?

* I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand peeces. * Well, follow me my maisters, you shall haue your *money presently, wife take her in, instruct her what she has to doe, that she may not be rawe in her entertainment. *, take you the markes of her, the colour of *her haire, complexion, height, her age, with warrant of her *virginitie, and crie; He that wil giue most shal haue her first, *such a maydenhead were no cheape thing, if men were as they haue beene: get this done as I command you. Performance shall follow. * Alacke that {Leonine} was so slacke, so slow, he should *haue strooke, not spoke, or that these Pirates, not enough *barbarous, had not oreboord throwne me, for to seeke my mother. Why lament you prettie one? That I am prettie. Come, the Gods haue done their part in you. I accuse them not. * You are light into my hands, where you are like to liue. * The more my fault, to scape his handes, where I was to die. #I, and you shall liue in pleasure. No. * 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 eares? Are you a woman? * What would you haue mee be, #and I bee not a woman? An honest woman, or not a woman. * Marie whip the Gosseling, I thinke I shall haue *something to doe with you, come #you'r a young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would haue you. The Gods defend me.

* If it please the Gods to defend you by men, then *men must comfort you, men must feed you, men stir you *vp: {Boults} returnd. Now sir, hast thou cride her through the Market? * I haue cryde her almost to the number of her haires, I haue drawne her picture with my voice. * And I prethee tell me, how dost thou find the in-clination of the people, especially of the yonger sort? * Faith they listened 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. * We shall haue him here to morrow with his best ruffe on. * To night, to night, but Mistresse doe you knowe the French knight, that cowres ethe hams? Who, {Mounsieur Verollus}? * #I, he, he offered to cut a caper at the proclama-tion, *but he made a groane at it, and swore he would see her to morrow. * Well, well, as for him, hee brought his disease hi-ther, *here he does but repaire it, I knowe hee will come in our shadow, to scatter his crownes in the Sunne. * Well, if we had of euerie Nation a traueller, wee should lodge them with this signe. * Pray you come hither #a while, you haue *Fortunes comming vppon you, marke mee, you must *seeme to doe that fearefully, which you commit willing-ly, *despise 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. I vnderstand you not. * O take her home Mistresse, take her home, these *blushes of hers must bee quencht with some present practise.

* Thou sayest true yfaith, so they must, for your *Bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to goe with warrant. * Faith some doe, and some doe not, but Mistresse if I haue bargaind for the ioynt. Thou maist cut a morsell off the spit. I may so. Who should denie it? *Come young one, I like the manner of your garments well. #I by my faith, they shall not be changd yet. *, 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. * I warrant you Mistresse, thunder shall not so a-wake *the beds of Eeles, as my giuing out her beautie stirs vp the lewdly enclined, Ile bring home some to night. Come your wayes, follow me. If fires be hote, kniues sharpe, or waters deepe, Vntide I still my virgin knot will keepe. #{Diana} ayde my purpose. * What haue we to doe with {Diana}, pray you will you goe with vs? Why ere you foolish, can it be vndone? O {Dioniza}, such a peece of slaughter, The Sunne and Moone nere lookt vpon. I thinke youle turne a childe agen.

* Were I chiefe Lord of all this spacious world, Ide *giue it to vndo the deede. O Ladie much lesse in bloud then *vertue, yet a Princes to equall any single Crowne ath earth *ith Iustice of compare, O villaine, {Leonine} whom thou hast *poisned too, if thou hadst drunke to him tad beene a *kindnesse becomming well thy face, what canst thou say when noble {Pericles} shall demaund his child? * That shee is dead. Nurses are not the fates to fo-ster *it, not euer to preserue, 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. * O goe #too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the heauens, the Gods doe like this worst. * Be one of those that thinkes the pettie wrens of * will flie 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. * To such proceeding who euer but his approba-tion *added, though not his prince consent, he did not flow from honourable courses. * Be it so then, yet none does knowe but you *how shee came dead, nor none can knowe {Leonine} being *gone. Shee did disdaine my childe, and stoode betweene *her and her fortunes: none woulde looke on her, but *cast their gazes on {Marianas} face, whilest ours was blur-ted at, and helde a Mawkin not worth the time of day. *It pierst me 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 performd to your sole daughter. Heauens forguie it. * 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 golde[n] characters expres

*a generrall prayse to her, and care in vs at whose expence tis done. Thou art like the Harpie, *Which to betray, doest with thine Angells face ceaze with thine Eagles talents. Yere like one that supersticiously, Doe sweare too'th Gods, that Winter kills The Flies, but yet I know, youle doe as I aduise. * Thus time we waste, & long leagues make short, Saile seas in Cockles, haue and wish 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 seuerall clime, Where our sceanes 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 see his daughter all his liues delight. Old {Helicanus} goes along behind, Is left to gouerne it, you beare in mind. Old {Escenes}, whom {Hellicanus} late Aduancde 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 Moue #a while, Your eares vnto your eyes Ile reconcile.

*-{niza}*{at the other. Cleon shewes Pericles the tombe, whereat Pe}-{ricles} * See how beleefe may suffer by fowle showe, This borrowed passion stands for true olde woe: And {Pericles} in sorrowe all deuour'd, *With sighes shot through, and biggest teares ore-#showr'd. Leaues {Tharsus}, and againe imbarques, hee sweares Neuer to wash his face, nor cut his hayres: Hee put on sack-#cloth, and to Sea he beares, A Tempest which his mortall vessell teares. And yet hee rydes it out, Nowe please you wit: The Epitaph is for {Marina} writ, by wicked {Dioniza.} , : , , : , , No vizor does become blacke villanie, So well as soft and tender flatterie: Let {Pericles} beleeue 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.} Did you euer heare the like?

* No, nor neuer shall doe in such a place as this, shee beeing once gone. * But to haue diuinitie preach't there, did you euer dreame of such a thing? * No, no, come, I am for no more bawdie houses, shall's goe heare the Vestalls sing? * Ile doe any thing now that is vertuous, but I am out of the road of rutting for euer. * Well, I had rather then twice the worth of her shee had nere come heere. * Fye, fye, vpon her, shee's able to freze the god *, and vndoe a whole generation, we must either get *her rauished, or be rid of her, when she should doe for Cly-ents *her fitment, and doe mee the kindenesse of our pro-fession, *shee has me her quirks, her reasons, her master rea-sons, *her prayers, her knees, that shee would make a {Puri}-{taine} of the diuell, if hee should cheapen a kisse of her. * Faith I must rauish her, or shee'le disfurnish vs of all our Caualereea, and make our swearers priests. * Now the poxe vpon her greene sicknes for mee. * Faith ther's no way to be ridde on't but by the *way to the pox. Here comes the Lord {Lysimachus} disguised. * Wee should haue both Lorde and Lowne, if the peeuish baggadge would but giue way to customers. How now, how a douzen of virginities? Now the Gods to blesse your Honour. I am glad to see your Honour in good health. * You may, so t'is the better for you that your re-sorters *stand vpon sound legges, how now? wholsome ini-quitie *haue you, that a man may deale withall, and defie the Surgion? * Wee haue heere one Sir, if shee would, but

there neuer came her like in {Meteline.} * If shee'd doe the deedes of darknes thou wouldst (say. * Your Honor knows what t'is to say wel enough. Well, call forth, call forth. * For flesh and bloud Sir, white and red, you shall see a rose, and she were a rose indeed, if shee had but. What prithi? O Sir, I can be modest. * That dignities the renowne of a Bawde, no lesse then it giues a good report to a number to be chaste. * Heere comes that which growes to the stalke, Neuer pluckt yet I can assure you. Is shee not a faire creature? * Faith shee would serue after a long voyage at Sea, Well theres for you, leaue vs. * I beseeche your Honor giue me leaue a word, And Ile haue done presently. I beseech you doe. * First, I would haue you note, this is an Honor-rable man. I desire to finde him so, that I may worthilie (note him. * Next hees the Gouernor of this countrey, and a man whom I am bound #too. * If he gouerne the countrey you are bound to him indeed, but how honorable hee is in that, I knowe not. * Pray you without anie more virginall fencing, will you vse him kindly? he will lyne your apron with gold. * What hee will doe gratiously, I will thankfully receiue. #Ha you done? * My Lord shees not pac'ste yet, you must take *some paines to worke her to your mannage, come wee will leaue his Honor, and her together, goe thy wayes. Now prittie one, how long haue you beene at this (trade? What trade Sir?

Why, I cannot name but I shall offend. * I cannot be offended with my trade, please you to (name it. How long haue you bene of this profession? Ere since I can remember. * Did you goe too't so young, were you a gamester at fiue, or at seuen? Earlyer too Sir, if now I bee one. * Why? the house you dwell in proclaimes you to be a Creature of sale. * Doe you knowe this house to be a place of such *resort, and will come intoo't? I heare say you're of honou-rable parts, and are the Gouernour of this place. * Why, hath your principall made knowne vnto you who I am? Who is my principall? * Why, your hearbe-#woman, she that sets seeds and rootes of shame 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 see thee, or else looke *friendly vpon thee, come bring me to some priuate place: Come, come. * If you were borne to honour, shew it now, if put *vpon you, make the iudgement good, that thought you worthie of it. How's this? how's this? some more, be sage. * For me that am a maide, though most vngentle *Fortune haue plac't mee in this Stie, where since I came, *diseases haue beene solde deerer then Phisicke, that the *gods would set me free from this vnhalowed place, though *they did chaunge mee to the meanest byrd that flyes i'th purer ayre. * I did not thinke thou couldst haue spoke so well, *nere dremp't thou could'st, had I brought hither a cor-rupted minde, thy speeche had altered it, holde, heeres

*golde for thee, perseuer in that cleare way thou goest and the gods strengthen thee. The good Gods preserue you. * For me be you thoughten, that I came with no #ill *intent, for to me the very dores and windows sauor vilely, *fare thee well, thou art a peece of vertue, & I doubt not but *thy training hath bene noble, hold, heeres more golde for *thee, a curse vpon him, die he like a theefe that robs thee of *thy goodnes, if thou doest heare from me it shalbe for thy good. I beseeche your Honor one peece for me. * Auaunt thou damned dore-#keeper, your house but *for this virgin that doeth prop it, would sincke and ouer-whelme you. Away. * How's this? wee must take another course with *you? if your peeuish chastitie, which is not worth a breake-fast *in the cheapest countrey vnder the coap, shall vndoe a *whole houshold, let me be gelded like a spaniel, come your (wayes. Whither would you haue mee? * I must haue your mayden-#head taken off, or the *co[m]mon ha[n]g-#man shal execute it, come your way, weele haue *no more Gentlemen driuen away, come your wayes I say. How now, whats the matter? * Worse and worse mistris, shee has heere spoken holie words to the Lord {Lisimachus.} O abhominable. * He makes our profession as it were to stincke a-fore the face of the gods. hang her vp for euer. * The Noble man would haue dealt with her like *a Noble man, and shee sent him away as colde as a Snowe-ball, saying his prayers too. * take her away, vse her at thy pleasure, crack the glasse of her virginitie, and make the rest maliable.

* #And if shee were a thornyer peece of ground then shee is, shee shall be plowed. Harke, harke you Gods. * She coniures, away with her, would she had ne-uer *come within my doores, Marrie hang you: shees borne *to vndoe vs, will you not goe the way of women-#kinde? *Marry come vp my dish of chastitie with rosemary & baies. Come mistris, come your way with mee. Whither wilt thou haue mee? * To take from you the Iewell you hold so deere. Prithee tell mee one thing first. Come now your one thing. What canst thou wish thine enemie to be. * Why, I could wish him to bee my master, or ra-ther my mistris. * 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 painedst feende of #hell would not in reputation *change: Thou art the damned doore-#keeper to euery cu-sterell *that comes enquiring for his Tib. To the cholerike *fisting of euery rogue, thy eare is lyable, thy foode is such as hath beene belch't on by infected lungs. * 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? * Doe any thing but this thou doest, emptie olde re-ceptacles, *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 professest, 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, sow, & 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.

But can you teache all this you speake of? * Prooue that I cannot, take mee home againe, *And prostitute mee to the basest groome that doeth fre-quent your house. * Well I will see what I can doe for thee: if I can place thee I will. But amongst honest woman. * 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. thus the Brothell scapes, and chaunces Into an {Honest-#house} our Storie sayes: Shee sings like one immortall, and shee daunces As Goddesse-#like to her admired layes. *Deepe clearks she dumb's, and with her neele compo-(ses, *Natures owne shape, of budde, bird, branche, or berry. That euen her #art sisters the naturall Roses Her Inckle, Silke Twine, with the rubied Cherrie, That puples lackes she 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'de Heere where his daughter dwels, and on this coast, Suppose him now at {Anchor}: the Citie striu'de God {Neptunes Annuall} feast to keepe, from whence our {Tyrian} Shippe espies, His banners Sable, trim'd with rich expence,