〈◊〉 came and rescued me Brought me to Metaline But good sir whither wil you haue me why doe you weep It may be you thinke mee an imposture no good fayth I am the dâ—ughter to King Pâ—riclâ—s if gooâ— king Pâ—ricles be Hell Hoe Hellicaâ—â—s Hel. Calls my Lord. Per. Thou art a graue and noble Counseller Most wise in generall tell me if thou canst what this mayde is or what is like to bee that thus hath made meâ— weepe Hâ—l I know not but here 's the Regent sir of Metalinâ— speakes nobly of her Lys. She neuer would tell her parentage Being demaunded that she would sit still and weepe Per. Oh Hellicanus strike me honored sir giue mee a gash put me to present paine least this great sea of ioyes rushing vpon me ore-beare the shores of my mortalitie and drowne me with their sweetnesse Oh come hither thou that begeâ—st him that did thee beget Thou that wast borne at sea buried at Tharsus And found at sea agen O Hellicanus Downe on thy knees thanke the holie Gods as loud As thunder threatens vs this is Marina What was thy mothers name tell me but that for truth can neuer be confirm'd inough Though doubts did euer sleepe Mar. Frist sir I pray what is your title Per. I am Pericles of Tyre but tell mee now my Drownd Queenes name as in the rest you sayd Thou hast beene God-like perfit the heir of kingdomes And an other like to Pericles thy father Ma. Is it no more to be your daughter then to say my mothers name was Thaisa Thaisa was my mother who did end the minute I began Pe. Now blessing on thee rise th' art my child Giue me fresh garments mine owne Hellicanus shee is not dead at Tharsus as shee should haue beene by sauage Clâ—oâ— she shall tell thee all when thou shalt kneele and iustifie in knowledge she is thy verie Princes who is this Hel. Sir t is the gouernor of Mâ—â—â—line who hearing of your me lancholie state did come to see you Per. I embrace you giue me my robes I am â—â—lde in my beholding O heauens blesse my girle But harke what Musicke tell 〈◊〉 my Marina Tell him ore point by point for yet he seemes to doâ—t How sure you are my daughter but what musicke Hel My Lord I heare none Per. None the Musicke of the Spheres list my Marina Lâ—â— It is not good to crosse him giue him way Per. 〈◊〉 sounds do ye not heare Lys. Musicke my Lord I heare Per. Most heauenly Musicke It â—ips me vnto â—â—stning and thicke slumber Haâ—gs vpon mine eyes let me rest Lâ—â— A Pillow for his head so leaue him all Wâ—ll my companion friends if this but answere to my 〈◊〉 beliefe I le well remember you Diana Dia. My Temple stands in Ephesus Hie thee tâ—ither and doe vppon mine Altar sacrifice There when my maiden priests are met together before the people all reueale how thou at sea didst loose thy wife to mourne thy crosses with thy daughters call giue them repetition to the like or performe my bidding or thou liuest in woe doo 't and happie by my siluer bow awake and tell thy dreame Per. Celestiall Dian Goddesse Argentine I will obey thee Hellicanus Hell Sir Per. My purpose was for Tharsus there to strike The inhospitable Cleon but I am for other seruice first Toward Ephesus turne our blowne sayles Eftsoones I le tell thee why shall we refresh vs sir vpon your shore and giue you golde for such prouision as our intents will neede Lys Sir with all my heart and when you come a shore I haue another sleight Per. You shall preuaile were it to wooe my daughter for it seemes you haue beene noble towards her Lys. Sir lend me your arme Per. Come my Marina Exeunt Gâ—wer Now our sands are almost run More a little and then dum This my last boone giue mee For such kindnesse must relieue mee That you aptly will suppose What pageantry what feats what showes What minstrelsie and prettie din The Regent made in Metalin To greet the King so he thriued That he is promisde to be wined To faire Marina but in no wise Till he had done his sacrifice As Dian bad whereto being bound The Interim pray you all confound In fetherd briefenes sayles are fild And wishes fall out as they 'r wild At Ephesus the Temple see Our King and all his companie That he can hither come so soone Is by your fancies thankfull doome Per. Haile Dian to performe thy iust commauâ—â— I here confeâ—â—e my selfe the King of Tyre Who frighted from my countrey did â—ed at Pâ—â—tapolis the faire 〈◊〉 at Sea in childbed died she but brougâ—t forth a Mayd child caâ—ld Marina whom O Goddesse wears yet thy siluer liuerey â—hee at Tharsus was nurst with 〈◊〉 who at fourteene yeares he sought to murder but her better sâ—ars brought her to Meteline gainst whose shore ryding her Forâ—unes brought the mayde aboord vs where by her owne most cleere remembrance shee made knowne her selfe my Daughter Tâ— Voyce and fauour you are you are O royall Pericles Per. What meanes the mum shee die's helpe Gentâ—emen Ceri Noble Sir if you haue tolde Dianaes Altar true this is your wife Per. Râ—uerent appearer no I threwe her ouer-boord with these verie aâ—mes Câ— Vpon this coast I warrant you Pâ— T' is most certaine Cer. Looke to the Ladie O shee 's but ouer-joyde Earlie in bâ—uâ—tering morne this Ladie was throwne vpon this shore I op't the coffin found there rich Iewells recouered her and plac'ste her heere in Dianaes temple Per. May we see them Cer. Great Sir they shal be brought you to my house whither I inuite you looke Thaisa is recouered Th. O let me looke if hee be none of mine my sanctitie will â—o my sense bende no licentious eare but curbe it spight of seeing O my Lord are you not Pericles like him you spake like him you are did you not name a tempest a birth and death Pâ—r. The voyce of dead Thaisa Th. That Thaisa am I supposed dead and drownd Per. I mortall â—ian Th. Now I knowe you better when wee with teares parted Pentâ—polis the king my father gaue you such a ring Per. This this no more you gods your present kindenes makes my past miseries sports you shall doe well that on the touching of her lips I may melt and no more be seene O come be buried a secoâ—d time within these arâ—es Ma. My heart leaps to be gone into my mothers bosome Per. Looke who kneeles here flesh of thy flesh Thaisa thy burden at the Sea and call'd Marina for she was yeelded there Tâ— Blest and mine owne â—ell Hayle Madame and my Queene Th. I knowe you not Hell You haue heard mee say when I did flie from Tyre I left behind an ancient substitute can you remember what I call'd the man I haue nam'de him oft Tâ— T was 〈◊〉 then Per. Still confirmation imbrace him deere Thaisa this is hee now doe I long to heare how you were found how possiblie preâ—erued and who to thanke besides the gods for this great miracle Tâ— Lord Cerimon my Lord this man through whom the Gods haue showne their power that can from first to last resolue you Pâ—r. Râ—ucrent Syr the gods can haue no mortall officer more like a god then you will you deliuer how this dead Queene reliues Cer. I will my Lord beseech you first goe with mee to my house where shall be showne you all was found with her How shee came plac'ste heere in the Temple no needfulll thing omitted Per. Pure Dian blesse thee for thy vision and will offer night oblations to thee Thaiâ—a this Prince the â—aire betrothed of your daughter shall marrie her at Pentapolis and now this ornament makes mee looke dismall will I clip to forme and what â—his fourteene yeeres no razer touch't to grace thy marridge-marridge-day I le beautifie Th. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit Sir my father's dead Per. 〈◊〉 make a Starre of him yet there my Queene 〈◊〉 celebrate their Nuptialls and our selues will in that kingdome spend our following daieâ— our sonne and daughter shall in Tyrus raigne Lord 〈◊〉 wee doe our longing stay To heare the rest vntolde Sir lead's the way FINIS Gower In Antiochus and his daughter you haue heard Of monstrous lust the due and iust reward In Pericles his Queene and Daughter seene Although assayl'de with Fortune fierce and keene Vertue preferd from fell destructions blast Lead on by heauen and crown'd with ioy at last In Helycanus may you well descrie A figure of trueth of faith of loyaltie In reuerend Câ—rimon there well appeares The worth that learned charitie aye weares For wicked Cleon and his wife when Fame Had spred his cursed deede the honor'd name Of Pericles to rage the Cittie turne That him and his they in his Pallace burne The gods for murder seemde so content To punish although not done but meant So on your Patience euermore attending New ioy wayte on you heere our play has ending FINIS
3. Lord. And on set purpose let his Armour rust Vntill this day to scowre it in the dust Kin. 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 Greaâ— shoutes and all cry the meane Knight Enter the King and Knights â—râ—m Tâ—lâ—ing King 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 Thai But you my Knight and guest To whom this Wreath of victorie I giue And crowne you King of this dayes happinesse Peri. T is more by Fortune Lady then my Merit King 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 Knights We are honour'd much by good Sâ—monides King Your presence glads our dayes honour we loue For who hates honour hates the Gods aboue Mâ—rshal Sir yonder is your place Peri. Some other is more fit 1. Knight Contend not sir for we are Gentlemen Haâ—e neither in our hearts nor outward eyes Enuies the great nor shall the low despise Peri. You are right courtious Knights King Sit sir sit By â—oue I wonder that is King of thoughts These Cates resist mee hee not thought vpon Tha 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 Kin. 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 Thâ— To mee he seemes like Diamond to Glasse Peri. You Kings to mee like to my fathers picture Which tels in that glory once he was Had Princes sit like Starres about his Throâ—ne 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 King What are you merry Knights Knights Who can be other in this royall presence King 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 Knights We thanke your Grace King Yet pause awhile yon Knight doth sit too melancholy As if the entertainement in our Court Had not a shew might counteruaile his worth Note it not you Thaisa Tha. What is 't to me my father king 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 Tha. 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 impudencâ— king How doe as I bid you or you 'le mooue me else Tha. Now by the Gods he could not please me better king And furthermore tell him we desire to know of him Of whence he is his name and Parentage Tha. The King my father sir has drunke to you Peri. I thanke him Tha. Wishing it so much blood vnto your life Peri. I thanke both him and you and pledge him freely Tha. And further he desires to know of you Of whence you are your name and parentage Peri. A Gentleman of Tyre my name Pericles My education beene in Artes and Armes Who looking for aduentâ—res in the world Was by the rough Seas reft of Ships and men and after shipwracke driuen vpon this shore Tha. 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 king 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 They dauncâ— 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 Peri. In those that practize them they are my Lord king Oh that 's as much as you would be denyed Of your faire courtesie vnclaspe vnclaspe They daunce Thankes Gentlemen to all all â—aue 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 Peri. I am at your Graces pleasure Princes it is too late to talke of Loâ—e 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 Enter Hellicanus and Escanes Hell No Escanes know this of mee Antiochus 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 Escanes T' was very strange Hâ—ll And yet but iustice for though this King were great His greatnesse was no gard to barre heauens shaft But sinne had his reward Escan T is very true Enter two or three Lords 1. Lord. See not a man in priuate conference Or counsaile ha's respect with him but hee 2. Lord. It shall no longer grieue without reprofe 3. Lord. And curst be he that will not second it 1. Lord. Follow me then Lord Hellicane a word Hell With mee and welcome happy day my Lords 1. Lord. Know that our griefes are risen to the top And now at length they ouer-flow their bankes Hell Your griefes for what Wrong not your Prince you loue 1. Lord. Wrong not your selfe then noble Hellican But
Of Helycanus would set on The Crowne of Tyre bâ—t 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 Penlapolis Irany shed the regions round And euery one with claps can â—ound 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 Neptuneâ— 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 pooâ—e Ship driues The Lady shreekes and wel-a-neare Do's fall in trauayle with her feare And what ensues in this fell storme Shalâ— for it selfe it selfe performe I nâ—ll 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 Enter Pericles a Shipboâ—rd Peri. 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 ô still Thy deaâ—nâ—ng dreadfull thunders gently quench Thy â—â—â—ble sulphirous flashes ô How Lychorida How does my Queene then storme venomously Wilt thou sâ—eat all thy selfe the sea-mans Whistle Is as a whiâ—per in the eares of death Vnheard Lyâ—hâ—riâ—a 〈◊〉 oh Diuinest patrionesse and my wife gentle To those that cry by night conuey thy deitie Aboard our dauncing Boat make swift the pangues Of my Queenes trauayles now Lychoriâ—â— Enter Lychorida Lychor 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 Peri. How how Lychoriâ—a Lycho 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 Per. 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 Lycho Patience good sir euen for this charge Per. 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 Enter two Saylers 1. Sayl. What courage sir God saue you Per. Courage enough I do not feare the â—law 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 1. Sayl. Slacke the bolins there thou wilt not wilt thou Blow and split thy selfe 2. Sayl. But Sea-roome and the brine and cloudy billow Kisse the Moone I care not â— Sir your Queene must ouer board the sea workes hie The Wind is lowd and will not â—â—e till the Ship Be cleard of the dead Per. That 's your superstition 1. Pardon vs sir with vs at Sea it hath bin still obserued And we are strong in easterne therefore briefly yeeld'er Per. As you thinke meet for she must ouer board straight Most wretched Queene Lychor Heere she lyes sir. Peri. 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 Cossind 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 ô Lychorida Bid Nesâ—or bring me Spices Incke and Taper My Casket and my lewels 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 2. Sir we haue a Chist beneath the hatches Caulkt and bittumed ready Pâ—ri I thanke thee Mariner say what Coast is this 2. Wee are neere 〈◊〉 Peri. Thither gentel Mariner Alter thy course for 〈◊〉 When canst thou reach it 2. By breake of day if the Wind cease Peri. O make for Thâ—sus There will I visit Cleâ—r for the Babe Cannot hold out to 〈◊〉 there â—le leaue it At carefull nursing goe thy wayes good Mariner I le bring the body presently Exit Enter Lord Câ—rymon with a seruant Cery Phylemon hoe Enter Phylemon Phyl. Doth my Lord call Câ—â—y Get Fire and meat for these poore men T 'as been a turbulent and stormie night Sâ—ru I haue been in many but such a night as this Till now I neare endured Cery 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 Enter two Gâ—ntlemen 1. Gent. Good morrow 2. Gent. Good morrow to your Lordship Cery Gentlemen why doe you stirre so early 1. Gent. 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 2. Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early Tâ—is not our husbandry Cery O you say well 1. â—ent But I much maruaile that your Lordship Hauing rich tire about you should at these early howers Shake off the golden slumber of repose t is most strangâ— Nature should be so conuersant with Paine Being thereto not compelled Cery I hâ—ld it euer Vertue and Cunning Were endowments greater then Noblenesâ—e 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 2. Gent. Your honour has through Eâ—hesus Poured foorth your charitie and hundreds call themselues Your Creatures who by you haue been restored And not your knowledge â—our personall payne But euen your Purse still open hath built Lord Cerimâ—n Such strong renowne as time shall neuer Enter
her epitaphs in glittring golde characters expres a generrall prayse to her and â—are in vs at whose expence t is done Clâ— Thou art like the Harpie Which to betray doest with thine Angells face ceaâ—â— with thine Eagles talents Dion Yere like one that supersticiously Doe sweare too'th Gods that Winter kills The Fliiâ—s but yet I know you le doe as I aduise Gower Thus time we waste long league 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 seaâ— 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 bounceous winds Haue brought This king to Tharsus thinke this Pilat thougâ—t 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 I le reconcile Enter Pericles at one doore with all his trayne Cleâ—n aâ—d Dioniza at the other Cleon shewes Pericles the tâ—mbe whereat Pericleâ— makes lamentation puts on sacke-cloth and in a mighty passion departs Goâ—r 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 The fairest sweetest and best lyes heere Who withered in her spring of yeare She was of Tyrus the Kings daughter On whom fowle death hath made this slaughter Marina was shee calâ—â—d and at her byrth Thetis beinâ— prowd swallowed some part â—th'earth Therefore the earth fearing to be ore-flowed Hath Thetis byrâ—h-childe on the heauens bestowed Whereforâ— she does and sweares shee le neuer stiâ—t Make raging Battery vpon shores of flint 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 Exit Enter two Gentlâ—men 1. Gent. Did you euer heare the like 2. Gent. No nor neuer shall doe in such a place as this shee beeing once gone 1. But to haue diuiâ—itie preach't there did you euer dreame of such a thing 2. No no come I am for no more bawdie houses shall 's goe heare the Vestails sing 1. I le doe any thing now that is vertuous but I am out of the road of rutting for euer Exit Enter Bawdes 3. Pand. Well I had rather then twice the worth of her shee had nere come heere Bawd Fye fâ—e vpon her shee 's able to freze the god Priâ—puâ— and vndoe a whole generation we must either get her raâ—ished or be rid of her when she should doe for Clyents her fitment and doe mee the kindenesse of our profession shee has me her quirks her reasons her master reasons her prayers her knees that shee would make a Puritaine of the diuell if hee should cheapen a kisse of her Boult Faith I must rauish her or shee 'le disfurnish vs of all our Caualereea and make our swearers priests Pand. Now the poxe vpon her greene sicknes for mee Bawd Faith ther 's no way to be ridde on'â— but by the way to the poâ— Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised Boult Wer should haue both Lorde and Lowne if the peeuish baggadge would but giue way to customers Enter Lysimachus Lysim. How now how a douzen of virginities Bawd Now the Gods to blesse your Honour Boult I am glad to see â—our 〈◊〉 in good health Lâ— You may so t' is the better for you that your resorters stand vpon sound legges how now whoâ—some iniquitie haue you that a man may deale withall and defie the Surgion Bawd Wee haue heere one Sir if shee would but there neuer came her like in Mâ—tâ—line Li. If shee 'd doe the deedes of darknes thou wouldst say Bâ—wd Your Honor knows whaâ— t' is to say wel enough Li. Well call forth call forth Boult For flesh and bloud Sir white and red you shall see a rose and she were a rose indeed if shee had but. Li. What prithi Boult O Sir I can be modest Li. That dignities the renowne of a Bawde no lesse then it giues a good report to a number to be chaste Bawd Heere comes that which growes to the stalke Neuer pluckt yet I can assure you Is shee not a â—aire creature Ly Faith shee would serue after a long voyage at Sea Well there 's for you leaue vs. Bawd I beseeche your Honor giue me leaue a word And I le haue done presently Li. I beseech you doe Bawd First I would haue you note this is an Honorable man Mar. I desire to finde him so that I may worthilie not him Bawd Next hee s the Gouernor of this countrey and a man whom I am bound too Ma. If he gouerne the countrey you are bound to him indeed but how honorable hee is in that I knowe not Bawd Pray you without anie more virginall fencing will you vse him kindly he will lyne your apron with gold Ma. What hee will doe gratiously I will thankfully receiue Li. Ha you done Bawd My Lord shee s 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 Li. Now prittie one how long haue you beene at thiâ— trade Ma. What trade Sir Li. Why I cannot name but I shall offend Ma. I cannot be offended with my trade please you to name it Li. How long haue you bene of this profession Ma. Ere since I can remember Li. Did you goe too 't so young were you a gamesteâ— at fiue or at seuen Ma. Earlyer too Sir if now I bee one Ly. Why the house you dwell in proclaimes you to be a Creature of sale Ma. Doe you knowe this house to be a place of such resort and will come intoo 't I heare say you 're of honourable parts and are the Gouernour of this place Li Whâ— hath your principall made knowne vnto you who I am Ma. Who is my principall Li. Why your hearbe-woman she that sets seeds and rootes of shame and iniquitie O you haue heard something of my power
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 mâ—ny 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 louâ— to all of which thy selfe art one Who now reprou'dst me fort Hâ—ll Alas sir. Per. Drew sleep out of mine eies blood froÌ„ 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 Hell 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 Destinies doe cut his threed of life your rule direct to anie if to me day serues not light more faithfull then I le be Per. I doe not doubt thy faith But should he wrong my liberties in my absence Hel. Wee le mingle our bloods togither in the earth From whence we had our being and our birth Per. Tyre I now looke from thee then and to Tharsus Intend my trauaile where I le heare from thee And by whose Letters I le dispose my selfe The care I had and haue of subiects good On thee I lay whose wisdomes strength can beare it I le 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 sâ—ine I a true Prince Exit Enter Thaliard solus 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 wiâ—e fellowe and had good disâ—retâ—on 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 indenture of his oath to bee one Husht heere comes the Lords of Tyre Enter Hellicanus Escanes with other Lords Helli You shall not neede my fellow-Peeâ—s of Tyre further to question mee of your kings departure his sealed Commission left in trust with mee does speake sufficiently hee 's gone to trauaile Thaliard How the King gone Hell If further yet you will be satisfied why as it were vnlicensed of your loues he would depart I le giue some light vnto you beeing at Antioch Thal. What from Antioch Hell Royall Antiochus on what cause I knowe â—ot tooke some displeasure at him at least hee iudg'â—â— so and doubting leâ—t hee had â—rr'de or sinn ' de to shewe his sorrow hee 'de correct himselfe so puts himselfe vnto the Shipmans toyle with whome eache minute threatens life or death Thaliard Well I perceiue I shall not be hang'd now although I would but since heâ—'s gone the Kings â—â—as must please 〈◊〉 scap'te the Land to perish at the Sea 〈◊〉 present my selfe Peace to the Lords of Tyre Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome Thal. From him I come with message vnto princely Pericles but since my landing I haue vnderstood your Lord has betake himselfe to vnknowne trauailes now message must returne from whence it came Hell 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 Exit Enter Cleâ—n the Gouernour of Tharsus with his wife and others Cleon. My Dyoniza shall wee rest vs heere And by relating tales of others griefes See if t' will â—each vs to forget our ownâ— Dion 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 Cleon. O Diâ—niza 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 exes 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 I le then discourse our woes felt seuerall yeares And wanting breath to speake helpe mee with teares Dyoniza I le doe my best Syr. Cleon. This Tharsus ore which I haue the gouernement 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 〈◊〉 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 Dion O t' is too true Clâ— 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 thy gaue their creatures in abundance As houses are defil'de for want of vse They are now staru'de 〈◊〉 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 wâ—e 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 Dion Our cheekes and hollow eyes doe witnesse it Cle. 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 Enter a Lord. Lord. Where 's the Lord Gouernour Cle. Here speake out thy sorrowes which thee bringst â—n hast for comfort is too farre for vs to expect Lord. Wee haue descryed vpon our neighbouring shore a portlie saile of ships make hitherward Cleon. I thought as much One sorrowe neuer comes but brings an heire That may succcede as his inheritor And so â—â—ours some neighbouring nation Taking aduantage of our miserie That
stuâ—t'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 Lord. 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 Cleon. 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 Lord. I goe my Lord. Cleon. Welcome is peace if he on peace consist If warres wee are vnable to resist Enter Pericles with attendants Per. 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 Oâ—nâ— The Gods of Greece protect you And wee 'le pray for you Per. Arise I pray you rise we do not looke for reuerâ—nce But for loue and harborage for our selfe our ships men Cleon. 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. Peri. Which welcome wee 'le accept feast here awhile Vntill our Starres that frowne lend vs a smile Exeunt Enter Gower Heere haue you seene a mightie King His child â—'wâ—s 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. Dombe shew Eâ—ter at one dore Pericles talking with Cleon all the trainâ— with them Enter at an othâ—r dore a Gentleman with a Letter to Pericles Pericles shewes the Letter to Cleon Pericles giues the Messenger a reward and Knights 〈◊〉 Exu Pericles at one â—ore and Cleon at another 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 Thaliâ—rt came full bent with sinne And had in tent to murder 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 escapeâ—d 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 Eâ—ter Pericles nette Peri. 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 grauâ— Heere to haue death in peace is all hee 'le craue Enter three Fisher-men 1. What to pelch 2. Ha come and bring away the Nets 1. What Patch-breech I say 3. What say you Maister 1. Looke how thou stirr'st now Come away or I le fetch'th with a wanion 3. Fayth Maister I am thinking of the poore men That were cast away before vs euen now 1. 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 3. 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 maâ—â—ell how the Fishes liue in the Sea 1. Why as Men 〈◊〉 a-land The great ones eate vp 〈◊〉 little ones I can compare our rich Misers â—o 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 Peri. A prettie morall 3. But Maister if I had been the Sexton I would haue been that day in the belfrie 2. Why Man 1. 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 Per. Simonides 3. We would purge the land of these Drones That robbe the Bee of her Hony Per. How from the fenny subiect of the Sea 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 2. Honest good fellow what 's that if it be a day fits you Search out of the Kalender and no body looke after it Peri. May see the Sea hath cast vpon your coast 2. What a drunken Knaue was the Sea To cast thee in our way Per. 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 vsâ—d to begge 1. No friend cannot you begge Heer 's them in our countrey of â—reece Gets more with begging then we can doe with working 2. Canst thou catch any Fishes then Peri. I neuer practizde it 2. Nay then thou wilt starue sure for heer 's nothing to be got now-adayes vnlesse thou canst fish for 't â—er What I haue been I haue forgot to
two or three with a Chiâ—t Seru. So lift there Cer. What 's that Ser. Sir euen now did the sea tosse vp vpon our shore This Chist t is of some wracke Cer. Set't downe let 's looke vpon 't 2. Gent. T' is like a Coâ—â—in sir. Cer. 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. 2. Gent. T' is so my Lord. Cer. How close t is caulkt bottomed did the sea cast it vp Sir I neuer saw so huge a billow sir as tost it vpon shore Cer. Wrench it open soft it smels most sweetly in my sense 2. Gent. A delicate Odour Cer. As euer lâ—â—t mâ— nostrill so vp with it Oh you most potent Gods what 's here a Corse â— Gent. Most strange Cer. Shrowded in Cloth of state balmed and entreasured with full bagges of Spices a Pasport to Apollo perfect mee in the Characters Heere I giue to vnderstand If erâ— this Coffin driues alaud I King Pericles haue lost This Queen worth all our mundaine cost Who finds her giue her burying She was the Daughter of a King Besiaes this Treasure for a â—ee The Goâ—s requit his charitie If thou liuest Pericles thou hast a heart That euer cracks for woe this chaunc'd to night 2. Gent. Most likely sir. Câ—r Nay certainely to night for looke how fresh she looks They were too rough that threw her in the sea 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 Enter one with Napkins and Fire 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 stirrâ—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 1. Gent. The Heauens through you encrease our wonder And sets vp your â—ame for euer Cer. She is aliâ—e behold her eyâ—lids Cases to those heauâ—nly iewels which Pericles hath lost Begin to part their fringes of bright gold The Diamonds of a most praysed water doth appeare Tâ— make the world twise rich liue and make vs weepe To heare your fatâ— â—ure creature rare as you seeme to bee 〈◊〉 Thai O deare Dianâ— where am I where 's my Lord What woâ—ld is this 2. Gent. Is not this strange 1. Gent. Most rare Cerâ— 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 〈◊〉 guide vs. They carry her away Exeunt omnes Enter Pericles 〈◊〉 with Cleon and Dionisa Per. Most honor'd Clâ—on I must needâ— be gone my twelue months are expir'd and 〈◊〉 standes in alitigious peace You and your Lady take from my heart all thankfulnesse The Gods make vp the rest vpon you Câ—e Your shakes of foâ—tune though they hant you mortally Yet glaunce full wondringly on vs. Di. O your sweet Queene that the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither to haue blest mine eies with her Per. 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 t is 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 Cle. 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 Per. I beleeâ—e 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 vnsuleâ—â— 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 Diâ—n I haue one my selfe who shall not be more deere to my respect then yours my Lord. Peri. Madam my thanks and prayers Cler. Wee l bring your Grace ene to the edge â—th shore then giue you vp to the mask'd Neptune and the gentlest winds of heauen Peri. 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. Enter Cerimon and Tharsa Cer. Madam this Letter and some certaine Iewels Lay with you in your Coffer which are at your command Know you the Charecter Thar. It is my Lords that I was shipt at sea I well remember euen on my learning time but whether there deliuered by the holie gods I cannot rightly say but since King Pericles my wedded Lord I nere shall see againe a vastall liuerie will I take me to and neuer more haue ioy Cler. Madam if this you purpose as ye speake Dianaes 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 Thin My recompence is thanks that 's all Yet my good will is great though the gift small Exit Enter Gower 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 seene must finde At Thaâ—sus and by Clâ—â—n traind In Muâ—icks letters who hath gaind Of education all the grace Whâ—ch makes hie both the art and place Of gene all wonder but alacke Thâ—t moâ—ster 〈…〉 wracke Of 〈◊〉 praise â—arinâ—â— â—ife Seeke to take off by treasons knife And in this kinde our Clâ—on hath Oâ—e daughter and a full growne wench Euen right for marriage â—ight this Maid 〈…〉 and it is said For certaine in our storie shee Would eâ—â—r with Marina bee Be et when they weauâ—e the â—â—eded silke Wâ—th 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 Luâ—e She sung and made the night bed mute That stâ—ll records with mone or when She would with rich and constant pen Vâ—â—le to her Mistresse Dâ—an still Thâ—s Phylaten contends in skill With absolute Marina so The Doue of Papâ—os might with the croâ— Vie feathers white Marina gets All prayses
which are paid as debts And not as gâ—uen this so darkes In Phylâ—ten all gracefull markes That Clâ—â—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 Dâ—oâ—â—za hath The pregnant instrument of wrath Prest for this blow the vnborâ—eâ—uent I doe commend to your content Onely I carriâ—d winged Time Post one the lame â—â—ete of my rime Which neuer coulâ— I so conuâ—y Vnlâ—sse your thoughts went on my way Dioniza â—oes appeare With Leoâ—inâ— a murthâ—rer Exit Enter Dioniza with Lâ—oninâ— Dion Thy oath remember thou hast sworne to doo 't t is but a blowe which neuer â—â—all bee knowne thou canst not doe a thing in the worlde so soone to yeelde theâ— so much proâ—â—te let not conâ—â—â—ence which is but cold in â—â—aâ—ning thy loue bosome enflame too nicelie nor let pittie which euen woâ—en haue cast off melt thee but be a souldier to thy purpoâ—â— Leon. I will doo'â— â—ut yet she is a goodly creature Dion The â—â—tter then the Gods should haue her Here she comes weâ—ping â—or her onely Mistresâ—e death Thou art resolude Leon. I am resolude Enter Marina with a Basket of flowers Maâ—i No I will â—ob Tâ—llâ—s of her weede to strowe thy greene wâ—th Floweâ—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 conâ—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 bercauâ— you of your seruâ—Ì„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 comâ— 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 gâ—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 nuâ—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 Maâ—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 â—arâ— 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 anâ—â— 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 Leâ—â—ine Leon. These rogueing theeues serue the great Pvratâ— 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 Bawdâ—s Pander Boult Boult Sir Pander Searche the market narrowely Mâ—ttâ—lyne is full of gallants wee lost too much much money this mart by beeing too wenchlesse Baâ—d Wee were neuer so much out of Creatures we hâ—ue but poore three and they caâ— doe no more then they can doe and they with continuâ—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 euâ—rie trade wee shall neuâ—r prosper Baâ—d Thou sayst true t is not our bringing vp of poore bastards as I thinke I hauâ— brought vp some 〈◊〉 Boult I to eleuen and brought them downe againe but shall I searche the markâ—t Bawde What else maâ— â—he stuffe we haue a strong winde will blowe it to peeces they are so pittifuâ—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