That doth frequent your house. Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: 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 have 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 Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld composes Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry; That even her art sisters the natural roses; lost; We there him Whence, 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 expence; And to him in his barge with fervour hies. [Exit. SCENE I. ON BOARD PERICLES' SHIP, OFF MITY LENE. A CLOSE PAVILION ON DECK, WITH A CURTAIN BEFORE IT; PERICLES WITHIN IT, RECLINED ON A COUCH. A BARGE LYING BESIDE THE TYRIAN VESSEL. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them Helicanus. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. O here he is.- [To the Sailor of Mitylene. Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene, Who craves to come aboard. What is your will? Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentle men. Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls. Enter two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray you, To greet them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the barge. Enter, from thence, Lysimachus and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, and the two Sailors. Tyr. Sail. Sir, This is the man that can, in aught you would, Lys. Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you! Hel. And you, sir, to out-live the age I am, And die as I would do. Lys. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs, Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are. Hel. First, sir, what is your place? Lys. I am 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? But the main grief of all springs from the loss Lys. May we not see him, then? You may indeed, sir, But bootless is your sight; he will not speak To any. Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish. Hel. Behold him, sir: [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, Hail, royal sir! Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. 1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst She, questionless, with her sweet harmony And other choice attractions, would allure, She, all as happy as of all the fairest, Is, with her fellow maidens, now within [He whispers one of the attendant Lords.-Exit Hel. Sure all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit That bears recovery's name. But, since your kind ness We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further, That for our gold we may provision have, Wherein we are not destitute for want, |