Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm · 487 words
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See how belief may suffer by foul show, This borrowed passion stands for true old woe: And Pericles in sorrow all devoured, With sighs shot through, and biggest tears ore-showred. Leaves Tharsus, and again imbarques, he swears Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs: He put on sackcloth, and to Sea he bears, A Tempest which his mortal vessel tears. And yet he rides it out, Now please you wit: The Epitaph is for Marina writ, by wicked Dioniza. The fairest, sweetest, and best lies here, Who withered in her spring of year: She was of Tyrus the King's daughter, On whom foul death hath made this slaughter. Marina was she called, and at her birth, Thetis being proud, swallowed some part ath'earth: Therefore the earth fearing to be ore-flowed, Hath Thetis birth-child on the heavens bestowed. Wherefore she does and swears she'll never stint, Make raging Battery upon shores of flint. No vizor does become black villainy, So well as soft and tender flattery: Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead, And bear his courses to be ordered; By Lady Fortune, while our steer must play, His daughter's woe and heavy welladay. In her unholy service: Patience then, And think you now are all in Mittelin. Did you ever hear the like? No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone. But to have divinity preached there, did you ever dream of such a thing? No, no, come, I am for no more bawdy houses, shall's go hear the vestals sing? I'll do any thing now that is virtuous, but I am out of the road of rutting for ever. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she had near come here. Fie, fie, upon her, she's able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation, we must either get her ravished, or be rid of her, when she should do for Clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master reasons, her prayers, her knees, that she would make a Puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her. Faith I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our Cavalereea, and make our swearers priests. Now the pox upon her green sickness for me. Faith there's no way to be rid on't but by the way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised. Wer should haue both Lorde and Lowne, if the peeuish baggadge would but giue way to customers. How now, how a dozen of virginities? Now the Gods to bless your Honour. I am glad to see your Honour in good health. You may, so 'tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon sound legs, how now? wholesome iniquity have you, that a man may deal withal, and defy the Surgeon?
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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 cald, and at her byrth, Thetis bein prowd, swallowed some part th'earth: Therefore the earth fearing to be ore-flowed, Hath Thetis byrh-childe on the heauens bestowed. Wherefor she does and sweares sheele neuer stit, 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. Did you euer heare the like? No, nor neuer shall doe in such a place as this, shee beeing once gone. But to haue diuiitie preach't there, did you euer dreame of such a thing? No, no, come, I am for no more bawdie houses, shall's goe heare the Vestails sing? Ile doe any thing now that is vertuous, but I am out of the road of rutting for euer. Well, I had rather then twice the worth of her shee had nere come heere. Fye, fe, vpon her, shee's able to freze the god Pripu, and vndoe a whole generation, we must either get her raished, 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. Faith I must rauish her, or shee'le disfurnish vs of all our Caualereea, and make our swearers priests. Now the poxe vpon her greene sicknes for mee. Faith ther's no way to be ridde on' but by the way to the po. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised. Wer should haue both Lorde and Lowne, if the peeuish baggadge would but giue way to customers. How now, how a douzen of virginities? Now the Gods to blesse your Honour. I am glad to see our in good health. You may, so t'is the better for you that your resorters stand vpon sound legges, how now▪ whosome iniquitie haue you, that a man may deale withall, and defie the Surgion?