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A12024	The late, and much admired play, called Pericles, Prince of Tyre With the true relation of the whole historie, aduentures, and fortunes of the said prince: as also, the no lesse strange, and worthy accidents, in the birth and life, of his daughter Mariana. As it hath been diuers and sundry times acted by his Maiesties Seruants, at the Globe on the Banck-side. By William Shakespeare.; Pericles	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1609 (1609)	STC 22334; ESTC S111190	38,622	72

which are paid as debts And not as g●uen this so darkes In Phyl●ten all gracefull markes That Cl●●ns 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 D●o●●za hath The pregnant instrument of wrath Prest for this blow the vnbor●e●uent I doe commend to your content Onely I carri●d winged Time Post one the lame ●●ete of my rime Which neuer coul● I so conu●y Vnl●sse your thoughts went on my way Dioniza ●oes appeare With Leo●in● a murth●rer Exit Enter Dioniza with L●onin● Dion Thy oath remember thou hast sworne to doo 't t is but a blowe which neuer ●●all bee knowne thou canst not doe a thing in the worlde so soone to yeelde the● so much pro●●te let not con●●●ence which is but cold in ●●a●ning thy loue bosome enflame too nicelie nor let pittie which euen wo●en haue cast off melt thee but be a souldier to thy purpo●● Leon. I will doo'● ●ut yet she is a goodly creature Dion The ●●tter then the Gods should haue her Here she comes we●ping ●or her onely Mistres●e death Thou art resolude Leon. I am resolude Enter Marina with a Basket of flowers Ma●i No I will ●ob T●ll●s of her weede to strowe thy greene w●th Flowe●s 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 Dion How now Marina why doe you keep alone How chaunce my daughter is not with you Doe not con●ume your bloud with sorrowing Haue you a nurse of me Lord how your fauour 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 Mari. No I pray you I le not bercau● you of your seru●̄t Dion Come come I loue the king your father and your selfe with more then forraine heart we euery day expect him here when he shall com● 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 g●e home alone Mari. Well I will goe but yet I haue no desire too it Dion Come come I know t is good for you walke halfe an houre Leonine at the least remember what I haue sed Leon. I warrant you Madam Dion I le leaue you my sweete Ladie for a while pray walke softly doe not heate your bloud what I must haue care of you Mari. My thanks sweete Madame Is this wind Westerlie that blowes Leon. Southwest Mari. When I was borne the wind was North. Leon. Wast so Mari. My father as nu●se ses did neuer feare but cryed good sea-men to the Saylers galling his kingly hands haling ropes and clasping to the Mast endured a sea that almost burst the decke Leon. When was this Mari. When I was borne neuer was waues nor winde more violent and from the ladder tackle washes off a canuas clymer ha ses one wolt out and with a dropping industrie they skip from sterne to sterne the Boarswaine whistles and the Ma●ster calles and trebles their confusion Leon. Come say your prayers Mari. What meane you Leon. If you require a little space for praier I graunt it pray but bee not tedious for the Gods are quicke of ●ar● and I am sworne to do my worke with haste Mari. Why will you kill me Leon. To satisfie my Ladie Mari. Why would shee haue mee kild now as I can remember by my troth I neuer did her hurt in all my life I neuer spake bad worde nor did ill turne to anie liuing creature Beleeue me law I neuer killd a Mouse nor hurt a Fly I trode vpon a worme against my will but I wept for t How haue I offended wherein my death might yeeld her an●● profit or my life imply her any danger Leon. My Commission is not to reason of the deed but doo 't Mari. You will not 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 parting 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 Leon. I am sworne and will dispatch Enter Pirats Pirat 1. Hold villaine Pira 2. A prize a prize Pirat 3. Halfe part mates halfe part Come le ts haue her aboord sodainly Exit Enter Le●●ine Leon. These rogueing theeues serue the great Pvrat● Valdes and they haue seizd Marina let her goe ther 's no hope shee will returne I le sweare shee s dead and throwne into the Sea 〈◊〉 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 Exit Enter the three Bawd●s Pander Boult Boult Sir Pander Searche the market narrowely M●tt●lyne is full of gallants wee lost too much much money this mart by beeing too wenchlesse Ba●d Wee were neuer so much out of Creatures we h●ue but poore three and they ca● doe no more then they can doe and they with continu●ll 〈◊〉 are euen as good as rotten Pander Therefore le ts haue fresh ones what ere wee pay for them if there bee not a conscience to be vsde in eu●rie trade wee shall neu●r prosper Ba●d Thou sayst true t is not our bringing vp of poore bastards as I thinke I hau● brought vp some 〈◊〉 Boult I to eleuen and brought them downe againe but shall I searche the mark●t Bawde What else ma● ●he stuffe we haue a strong winde will blowe it to peeces they are so pittifu●ly sudden Pander Thou sayest true ther 's two unwholesome a conscience the poore Transiluanian is dead that laye with the little baggadge Boult I shee quickly poupt him she made him roaste-meate for wormes but I le goe search the market Exit Pand. Three or foure thousande Checkins were as prettie a proportion to liue quietly and so giue ouer Bawd Why to giue ouer I pray you Is it a shame to get when wee are olde Pand. Oh our credite comes not in like the commoditie nor the commoditie wages not with the daunger therefore if in our youthes we could picke up some prettie estate 't were not amisse to keepe our doore hatch't besides the fore tearmes we stand upon with the gods wil be strong with us for giuing ore Bawd Come other sorts offend as well as wee Pand. As well as