If I can place thee, I will.

MAR. But amongst honest [women].

BOULT. Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress hath bought you, there's no going but by their consent. Therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your ways.

 

Exeunt.

 

 

[Act V]

Enter Gower.

 

[GOW.]

Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances

Into an honest house, our story says.

She sings like one immortal, and she dances

As goddess-like to her admired lays.

Deep clerks she dumbs, and with her neele composes

Nature's own shape of bud, bird, branch, or berry,

That even her art sisters the natural roses;

Her inkle, silk, [twin] with the rubied cherry,

That pupils lacks she none of noble race,

Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain

She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place,

And to her father turn our thoughts again,

Where we left him, on the sea. We there him [lost],

Where, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd

Here where his daughter dwells, and on this coast

Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd

God Neptune's annual feast to keep, from whence

Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense,

And to him in his barge with fervor hies.

In your supposing once more put your sight:

Of heavy Pericles think this his bark;

Where what is done in action, more, if might,

Shall be discover'd, please you sit and hark.

 

Exit.

 

 

[Scene I]

[On board Pericles' ship, off Mytilene. A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a couch]. Enter Helicanus; to him two Sailors, [one of Tyre, the other of Mytilene].

 

[TYR.] SAIL [To the Sailor of Mytilene.]

Where is Lord Helicanus? He can resolve you.

O, here he is. –

Sir, there is a barge put off from Meteline,

And in it is Lysimachus the governor,

Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?

HEL.

That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.

[TYR.] SAIL.

Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.

 

Enter two or three Gentlemen.

 

1. GENT.

Doth your lordship call?

HEL.

Gentlemen, there is some of worth would come aboard;

I pray greet him fairly.

 

[Exeunt Gentlemen and the two Sailors.]

 

Enter Lysimachus [and Lords with the Gentlemen and the Tyrian Sailor].

 

[TYR] SAIL.

Sir,

This is the man that can, in aught you would,

Resolve you.

LYS.

Hail, reverent sir! The gods preserve you!

HEL.

And you, to outlive the age I am,

And die as I would do.

LYS.

You wish me well.

Being on shore, honoring of Neptune's triumphs,

Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,

I made to it to know of whence you are.

HEL.

First, what is your place?

LYS.

I am the governor of this place you lie before.

HEL.

Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the King,

A man who for this three months hath not spoken

To any one, nor taken sustenance

But to prorogue his grief.

LYS.

Upon what ground is his distemperature?

HEL.

'Twould be too tedious to repeat,

But the main grief springs from the loss

Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

LYS.

May we not see him?

HEL.

You may,

But bootless is your sight; he will not speak

To any.

[LYS.]

Yet let me obtain my wish.

[HEL.]

Behold him.

 

[Pericles discovered.]

 

This was a goodly person,

Till the disaster that, one mortal [night,]

Drove him to this.

LYS. Sir King, all hail! The gods preserve you! Hail, royal sir!

HEL. It is in vain, he will not speak to you.

[1.] LORD.

Sir,

We have a maid in Meteline, I durst wager,

Would win some words of him.

LYS.

'Tis well bethought.

She questionless with her sweet harmony,

And other chosen attractions, would allure

And make a batt'ry through his [deafen'd] parts,

Which now are midway stopp'd.

She is all happy as the fairest of all,

And [with] her fellow maids, [is] now upon

The leavy shelter that abuts against

The island's side.

 

[Gives an order to a Lord, who goes out.]

 

HEL.

Sure all effectless; yet nothing we'll omit

That bears recovery's name. But since your kindness

We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you

That for our gold we may provision have,

Wherein we are not destitute for want,

But weary for the staleness.

LYS.

O sir, a courtesy

Which if we should deny, the most just God

For every graff would send a caterpillar,

And so inflict our province. Yet once more

Let me entreat to know at large the cause

Of your king's sorrow.

HEL.

Sit, sir, I will recount it to you,

But see, I am prevented.

 

[Enter Lord with Marina and a young Lady.]

 

LYS.

O, here's

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!

– Is't not a goodly [presence]?

HEL.

She's a gallant lady.

LYS.

She's such a one that were I well assur'd

Came of a gentle kind and noble stock,

I ['d] wish no better choice, and think me rarely to wed.

Fair [one], all goodness that consists in beauty,

Expect even here, where is a kingly patient,

If that thy prosperous and artificial [feat]

Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,

Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay

As thy desires can wish.

MAR.

Sir, I will use

My utmost skill in his recovery, provided

That none but I and my companion maid

Be suffered to come near him.

LYS.

Come, let us leave her,

And the gods make her prosperous!

 

[They withdraw. Marina sings] the Song.

 

LYS [Advances.]

[Mark'd] he your music?

MAR.

No, nor look'd on us.

LYS. See, she will speak to him.

MAR.