Sim. He's but

A country gentleman :

He has done no more than other knights have
Broken a staff, or so: so let it pass. [done;
Thai. To me he seems like diamond to a glass.
Per. You' king's to me, like to my father's
picture,

Which tells me, in that glory once he was;
Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne,
And he the sun, for them to reverence.

None that beheld him, but, like lesser lights,
Dad veil their crown to his supremacy;
Where now his son's a glow-worm in the night,
The which hath fire in darkness, none in light;
Whereby I see that time's the king of men,
For he's their parent, and he is their grave,
And gives them what he will, not what they

crave.

Sim. What, are you merry, knights?

1 Knight. Who can be other, in this royal presence ?

Sim. Here, with a cup that's stor'd unto the brim,

(As you do love, fill to your mistress' lips,) We drink this bealth to you.

Knights. We thank your grace.

Sim. Yet pause a while:

You knight, methinks, doth sit too melancholy,
As if the entertainment in our court

Had not a show might countervail his worth.
Note it not yon, Thaisa?

#r education being in arts and arms;)-

king for adventures in the world, Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men, And after shipwreck, driven upon this shore. Thai. He thanks your grace; names himself Pericles,

A gentleman of Tyre, who, only by.
Ertune of the seas, has been bereft
of shape and men, and cast upon this shore.
Sem. Now, by the gods, I pity his misfor-
tame,

And will awake him from his melancholy.
Game, gentlemen, we sit too long on trifles,
And waste the time, which looks for other re-
vels.

E-s in your armours, as you are address'd, †
A very well become a soldier's dance.

i wul not have excuse, with saying, this

Loud music is too harsh for ladies' heads;
Since they love men in arms, as well as beds.
[The KNIGHTS dance.
So, this was well ask'd, 'twas so well perform'd.
Come, Sir:

Here is a lady that wants breathing too;
And I have often heard, you knights of Tyre
Are excellent in making ladies trip;

And that their measures are as excellent.
Per. In those that practise them, they are my
lord.

Sim. Oh! that's as much as you would be deny'd

[The KNIGHTS and LADIES dance. Of your fair courtesy.-Unclasp, unclasp: Thanks, gentlemen, to all; all have done well; But you the best. [To PERICLES.] Pages and lights, conduct [Sir,

These knights unto their several lodgings; Your's
We have given order to be next our own.
Per. I am at your grace's pleasure.
Sim. Princes, it is too late to talk of love,
For that's the mark I know you level at:
Therefore each one betake him to his rest;
To-morrow, all for speeding do their best.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Tyre.-A Room in the Gover nor's House.

Enter HELICANES and ESCANES.

Hel. No, no, my Escanes: know this of me,Antiochus from incest liv'd not free;

For which, the most high gods not minding longer

To withhold the vengeance that they had in store, Due to this heinous capital offence,

Even in the height and pride of all his glory, When he was seated, and his daughter with him, In a chariot of inestimable value,

A fire from heaven came, and shrivell'd up Their bodies, even to loathing; for they so

stunk,

reign,

We thus submit unto, our sovereign.

All. Live, noble Helicane!

Hel. Try honour's cause, forbear your suffrages:

If that you love prince Pericles, forbear.
Take I your wish, I leap into the seas,
Where's hourly trouble for a minute's ease.

A twelvemonth longer, let me then entreat you
To forbear choice i'the absence of your king;
If, in which time expir'd, he not return,
I shall with aged patience bear your yoke.
But if I cannot win you to this love..

Go search like noblemen, like noble subjects, And in your search spend your adventurous worth;

Whom if you find, and win unto return,

You shall like diamonds sit about his crown.
1 Lord. To wisdom he's a fool that will not
yield;

And, since lord Helicane enjoineth us,
We with our travels will endeavour it.

Hel. Then you love us, we you, and we'll clasp hands;

When peers thus kuit, a kingdom ever stands.
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Pentapolis.-A Room in the
Palace.

Enter SIMONIDES, reading a Letter, the
KNIGHTS meet him.

1 Knight. Good morrow to the good monides.

Sim. Knights, from my daughter this I let

know,

you

That, for this twelvemonth, she'll not undertake
A married life.

Her reason to herself is only known,
Which from herself by no means can I get.

2 Knight. May we not get access to her, my lord ?

Sim. 'Faith, by no means: she hath so strictly

tied her

Enter THAISA.

Per. Then, as you are as virtuous as fair, Resolve your angry father, if my tongue Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe To any syllable that made love to you? who takes offence at that would make me glad ↑ Thai. Why, Sir, say if you had,

Sim. Yea, mistress, are you so peremptory I am glad of it with all my heart. {Aside.] I'll tame you;

I'll bring you in subjection.

Will you, not having my consent, bestow
Your love and your affections on a stranger?
(Who, for ought I know to the contrary,
Or think, may be as great in blood as 1.)

[Aside. Hear, therefore, mistress; frame your will to mine,

And you, Sir, hear you.-Either be rul'd by me,
Or 4 will make you-man and wife.—
Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it

too.

And, being join'd, I'll thus your hopes destroy; And, for a further grief,-God give you joy!What, are you both pleas'd?

Thai. Yes, if you love me, Sir.

Per. Even as iny life, my blood that fosters it.
Sim. What, are you both agreed ?
Both. Yes, 'please your majesty.

Sim. It pleaseth me so well, I'll see you wed; Then, with what haste you can, get you to bed. [Exeunt.

ACT III.

Enter GoWER.

Gow. Now sleep yslaked⚫ hath the rout; No din but snores, the house about, Made louder by the o'er-fed breast Of this most pompous marriage-feast. The cat, with eyne of burning coal, Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole:

• Quenchod.

Enter PHILEMON.

Phil. Doth my lord call?

Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men ; It has been a turbulent and stormy night. Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this,

Till now, I ne'er endur'd.

Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return;

There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, That can recover him. Give this to the 'potheAnd tell me how it works.

[cary, [To PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHILEMON, SERVANT, and those who had been shipwrecked.

Enter two GENTLEMEN.

1 Gent. Good morrow, Sir.

2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Cer. Gentlemen,

Why do you stir so early?

1 Gent. Sir,

Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
Have studied physic, through which secret art,
By turning o'er authorities, I have
(Together with my practice,) made familiar
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
And I can speak of the disturbances

That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me

A more coutent in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

To please the fool and death.

2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth

Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
Your creatures, who by you have been restor❜d:
And not your knowledge, personal paiu, but even
Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon
Such strong renown as time shall never▬▬

Enter two SERVANTS with a chest.
Serv. So lift there.
Cer. What is that ?

Serv. Sir, even now

Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest: 'Tis of some wreck.

Cer. Set't down, let's look on it.
2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, Sir,
Cer. Whate'er it be,

'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight
If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,
It is a good constraint of fortune, that
It belches upon us.

2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.

Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!Did the sea cast it up?

Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, Sir, As toss'd it upon shore.

Cer. Come, wrench it open

Soft, soft 3-it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour.

Cer. As evet hit my nostril; so,-up with it. O you most potent god! what's here? a corse! i Gent. Most strange!

Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasur'd

With bags of spices full! A passport too!
Apollo, perfect me i'the characters!

[Unfolds a scroll.

Here I give to understand,
(If e'er this coffin drive a-land,)
1, king Pericles, have lost

[Reads.

This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
Who finds her, give her burying,
She was the daughter of a king:
Besides this treasure for a fee,
The gods requite his charity!

If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart
That even cracks for woe -This chanc'd to-

night.

2 Gent. Most likely, Sir.

Cer. Nay, certainly to-night;

For look, how fresh she looks!-They were too rough,

That threw her in the sea. Make fire within;
Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
By good appliance was recovered.

Enter a SERVANT, with boxes, napkins, and fire.

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.The rough and woful music that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.

The vial once more-How thou stirr'st, thou block!

The music there.-I pray you, give her air:— Gentlemen,

This queen will live nature awakes; a warmth Breathes out of her; she hath not been en

tranc'd

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Into life's flower again!

1 Gent. The heavens, Sir,

Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Your fame for ever.

Cer. She's alive-behold

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost,

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;

• Worldly.

My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, ¡
I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy,

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as
speak,

Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may 'bide until your date expire.

RIDA, and MARINA.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be

gone;

My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyruts stands
In a lingioas peace. You, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,

Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Don. O your sweet queen!

That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought ber hither,

To have bless'd mine eyes!

Per. We cannot but obey

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the eud
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom,
Tor she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) here
I charge your charity withal, and leave her
The lafant of your care; beseeching you

To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

Cie. Fear not, my lord:

Your grace, that fed my country with your

Per. I believe you:

Your bonour and your goodness teach me credit, #ut your VOWS. Till she be married, madam,

By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
Lisar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show will in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
in bringing up my child.

Dan. I have one myself,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Tam your's, my lord.

Fr. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

C. We'll bring your grace even to the edge)

o'the shore;

The gave you up to the mask'd Neptune, and The grillest winds of heaven.

fr. I will embrace

Shall there attend you.

you

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. Thai. My recompense is thanks; that's all;

ACT IV.

Enter GowER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Welcom'd to his own desire. His woeful queen leave at Ephess, To Dian there a votaress.

[Exeunt

Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In music, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,

Which makes her both the heart and place
Of general wonder. But, alack!
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleou
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight+Philoten: and it is said

silk

For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be:
Be't when she weav'd the sleided
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld wound
The cambric, which she made inore sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute
She sung, and made the night-bird innte,
That still records with moan? or when
She would with rich and constaut pen
Veil to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute Marina: so

With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead;
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
And cursed Dionyza hath

The preguant ** instrument of wrath
Prest++ for this blow. The unborn event
I do commend to your content:

Only I carry winged time

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;

Prepareti.