you must seem to do that fearfully which you commit willingly; to despise profit where you have most gain. To weep that you live as you do makes pity in your lovers: seldom but that pity begets you a good opinion, and that opinion a mere profit. Mar. I understand you not. Boult. O take her home, mistress, take her home these blushes of hers must be quenched with some present practice. : Bawd. Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must; for your bride goes to that with shame, which is her way to go with warrant. Boult. 'Faith some do, and some do not, But, mistress, if I have bargain'd for the joint, Bawd. Thou mayest cut a morsel off the spit. Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the manner of your garments well. Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant thee a good turn; herefore say what a paragon. she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report. Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out of her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home some to-night. Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, Untied I still my virgin knot shall keep. Diana, aid my purpose! [Exeunt. Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? SCENE IV.-A Room in Cleon's House at Enter CLEON and DIONYZA. Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone? Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter The sun and moon ne'er looked upon ! Dion. I think you'll turn a child again. Cle. Were I chief lord of all this spacious world, I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady, Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess I' the justice of compare! O villain Leonine, If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kind ness Becoming well thy fact: what canst thou say, When noble Pericles shall demand his child? Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates, To foster it, nor ever to preserve. Who can cross it? Unless you play the pious innocent, Cle. O, go to. Well, well, Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Do like this worst. Dion. Be one of those that think The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, Cle. To such proceeding Who ever but his approbation added, Though not his prime consent, he did not flow From honourable sources. Dion. Be it So, then : Yet none doth know, but you, how she came Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. She did disdain my child, and stood between Her and her fortunes: none would look on her, But cast their gazes on Marina's face; Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough; And though you call my course unnatural, Cle. Dion. And as for Pericles, Heavens forgive it! What should he say? We wept after her hearse, And even yet we mourn her monument Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs Cle. Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies: yet I know you'll do as I advise. [Exeunt. Enter GowER, before the Monument of MARINA at Tharsus. Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short, Sail seas in cockles, have, an wish but for't; Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you, To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you, The stages of our story. Pericles Is now again thwarting the wayward seas, Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought This king to Tharsus (think his pilot thought; So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on), To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone. Like motes and shadows see them move a while; Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile. Dumb show. Enter PERICLES at one door, with all his Train; CLEON and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then exeunt CLEON and DIONYZA. See how belief may suffer by foul show! And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd, With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'er shower'd, Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. swears Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs; He bears A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears, By wicked Dionyza. [Reads the inscription on MARINA's monument.] The fairest, sweetest, best. lies here, He Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth: Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd: No vizor does become black villany By lady Fortune; while our tears must play And think you now are all in Mitylene. [Exit. |