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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English (Translated)

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by William Shakespeare


  her and her fortunes: nobody would look at her,

  they all looked at Marina instead;

  our child was sneered at and thought a slut

  who was not worth the time of day. It stabbed me to the heart;

  and though you call my actions unnatural,

  as you don't love your child enough, for me

  this was an act of kindness, performed

  for the sake of your only daughter.

  CLEON

  Heavens forgive it!

  May heaven forgive it!

  DIONYZA

  And as for Pericles,

  What should he say? We wept after her hearse,

  And yet we mourn: her monument

  Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs

  In glittering golden characters express

  A general praise to her, and care in us

  At whose expense 'tis done.

  And as for Pericles,

  what's he going to say? We wept at her funeral,

  and we are still in mourning: her monument

  is almost finished, and her epitaphs

  show great praise for her

  in glittering golden letters, and they show

  how much we cared, the ones who paid for it.

  CLEON

  Thou art like the harpy,

  Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face,

  Seize with thine eagle's talons.

  You are like the harpy,

  which traps people by showing the face of an angel

  whilst grabbing them with the claws of an eagle.

  DIONYZA

  You are like one that superstitiously

  Doth swear to the gods that winter kills the flies:

  But yet I know you'll do as I advise.

  Exeunt

  And you are like one who is so scared of the gods

  that you have to swear to them that winter killed the flies, not you:

  and yet I know you'll do as I say.

  Enter GOWER, before the monument of MARINA at Tarsus

  GOWER

  Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;

  Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for't;

  Making, to take your imagination,

  From bourn to bourn, region to region.

  By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime

  To use one language in each several clime

  Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you

  To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you,

  The stages of our story. Pericles

  Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,

  Attended on by many a lord and knight.

  To see his daughter, all his life's delight.

  Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late

  Advanced in Tyre to great and high estate,

  Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,

  Old Helicanus goes along behind.

  Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought

  This king to Tarsus,--think his pilot thought;

  So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,--

  To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.

  Like motes and shadows see them move awhile;

  Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.

  And so we make time fly past, and telescope distances;

  we can sail the seas in seashells, just because we want to;

  travelling through our imagination

  from border to border, country to country.

  If you forgive us, there is no crime

  to use a single language for the different countries

  where our scene seems to be set. I now ask you

  to listen to me, whose job is to fill in the gaps

  in our story. Pericles

  is once again crossing the dangerous seas,

  accompanied by many lords and knights,

  to see his daughter, the great joy of his life.

  Old Helicanus goes with him. They have left

  old Escanes behind to govern, please note that;

  Helicanus recently promoted him to a high

  position in Tyre.

  Fast running ships and friendly winds have brought

  this king to Tarsus–keep this thought in mind,

  so you remember it as his journey goes on–

  To bring his daughter home, who has already left.

  Watch them move for you in dumb show for a while;

  afterwards I'll explain to you what you've seen.

  DUMB SHOW.

  Enter PERICLES, at one door, with all his train; CLEON and DIONYZA, at the other. CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then exeunt CLEON and DIONYZA

  See how belief may suffer by foul show!

  This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe;

  And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,

  With sighs shot through, and biggest tears

  o'ershower'd,

  Leaves Tarsus and again embarks. He swears

  Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:

  He puts 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 Dionyza.

  See how belief can suffer through hypocrisy!

  This counterfeit passion stands in for real sorrow;

  and Pericles, overcome with sorrow,

  racked with sighs and swamped with tears,

  leaves Tarsus and re-embarks. He swears

  that he shall never wash his face not cut his hair again.

  He puts on sackcloth, and sets out to sea. He has

  encountered a storm, which tears at his body,

  and yet he survives it. Now you should know

  that this epitaph is written for Marina

  by the wicked Dionyza.

  Reads the inscription on MARINA's monument

  'The fairest, sweet'st, and best lies here,

  Who wither'd in her spring of year.

  She was of Tyrus the king's daughter,

  On whom foul death hath made this slaughter;

  Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,

  Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth:

  Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,

  Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd:

  Wherefore she does, and swears she'll never stint,

  Make raging battery upon shores of flint.'

  No visor does become black villany

  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 scene must play

  His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day

  In her unholy service. Patience, then,

  And think you now are all in Mytilene.

  Exit

  ‘The fairest, sweetest and best, lies here,

  who died while still in her youth.

  She was the daughter of the king of Tyre,

  whom foul death has attacked with this slaughter.

  She was called Marina; when she was born the god of the sea

  proud that she was born in his domain, took the part of the earth.

  So the earth, fearing it would be flooded,

  has sent his child up to heaven;

  where she makes endless attacks

  upon the flinty shores.’

  No mask suits black villainy

  as well as soft and tender flattery.

  Let Pericles believe his daughter is dead,

  and think his life is ordered

  by the fates; meanwhile we must show

  his daughter's sorrow and heavy grief

  in her devilish service. Indulge us, then,

  and now imagine you are all in Mytilen.
/>   Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen

  First Gentleman

  Did you ever hear the like?

  Did you ever hear anything like it?

  Second Gentleman

  No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she

  being once gone.

  No, nor will I ever do in a place like this,

  once she is gone.

  First Gentleman

  But to have divinity preached there! did you ever

  dream of such a thing?

  But to have divinity preached in a brothel! Did you

  ever think such a thing could happen?

  Second Gentleman

  No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses:

  shall's go hear the vestals sing?

  Certainly not. Come, I'll stay out of brothels from now on:

  shall we go to hear the temple virgins singing?

  First Gentleman

  I'll do anything now that is virtuous; but I

  am out of the road of rutting for ever.

  Exeunt

  I'll do anything that is good now; but I

  have finished with randy behaviour forever.

  Enter Pandar, Bawd, and BOULT

  Pandar

  Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her she

  had ne'er come here.

  Well, I would have given twice what I paid for her

  for her never to have come here.

  Bawd

  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.

  Damn her, damn her! She's been able to beat down

  Priapus, and ruin a whole generation. We must

  either have her raped, or get rid of her. When she

  should be entertaining the clients, and obeying me

  as my employee, she gives me her idiosyncrasies,

  her reasons, her great reasons, her prayers, her

  kneeling; if the devil tried to get a kiss from her

  she would turn him into a puritan.

  BOULT

  'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us

  of all our cavaliers, and make our swearers priests.

  By God, I must rape her, or she'll put off all

  our young gentleman, and turn our regulars into priests.

  Pandar

  Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!

  Now, I say a pox upon her inexperienced innocence!

  Bawd

  'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the

  way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.

  By God, there's no way we can get rid of it except by

  the method which gives you the pox. Here comes Lord Lysimachus disguised.

  BOULT

  We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish

  baggage would but give way to customers.

  Enter LYSIMACHUS

  We would have Lords and the lowborn coming, if the sullen

  baggage would just let the customers have a go at her.

  LYSIMACHUS

  How now! How a dozen of virginities?

  Hello there! What price for a dozen virginities?

  Bawd

  Now, the gods to-bless your honour!

  Now, may the gods bless your honour!

  BOULT

  I am glad to see your honour in good health.

  I'm glad to see your honour is in good health.

  LYSIMACHUS

  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?

  I'm sure you are; it's better for you if your

  customers are healthy. Well now!

  Have you got some healthy bit of sin to offer a chap,

  so that he wouldn't have to see the doctor afterwards?

  Bawd

  We have here one, sir, if she would--but there never

  came her like in Mytilene.

  We do have one like that, sir, if she would give in–but

  no one like her ever came to Mytilene.

  LYSIMACHUS

  If she'ld do the deed of darkness, thou wouldst say.

  If she would do the deeds of darkness, as you would call them.

  Bawd

  Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.

  Your honour knows what they're called well enough.

  LYSIMACHUS

  Well, call forth, call forth.

  Well bring her out, bring her out.

  BOULT

  For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall

  see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but--

  For physical presence, sir, pink and white,

  you will see a rose; and she would be a rose indeed, if she only had–

  LYSIMACHUS

  What, prithee?

  What, tell me.

  BOULT

  O, sir, I can be modest.

  No, sir, I will be polite.

  LYSIMACHUS

  That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it

  gives a good report to a number to be chaste.

  Exit BOULT

  Well, that makes a pimp look better, just as it

  does for plenty of those who are supposedly pure.

  Bawd

  Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never

  plucked yet, I can assure you.

  Re-enter BOULT with MARINA

  Is she not a fair creature?

  Here comes the one that grows on the stalk; never

  yet plucked, I can promise you.

  Isn't it a beautiful creature?

  LYSIMACHUS

  'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea.

  Well, there's for you: leave us.

  Well, she would do for after a long sea voyage.

  Well, there's your fee: leave us alone.

  Bawd

  I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and

  I'll have done presently.

  I beg your honour, just a moment: let me have a word, and

  I'll be finished shortly

  LYSIMACHUS

  I beseech you, do.

  You had better.

  Bawd

  [To MARINA] First, I would have you note, this is

  an honourable man.

  Firstly, I want you to note, that this is

  an honourable man.

  MARINA

  I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

  I hope that I will find he is, so he will be worthy of me noting him.

  Bawd

  Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man

  whom I am bound to.

  Next, he's the governor of this country, and the man

  who rules over me.

  MARINA

  If he govern the country, you are bound to him

  indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I know not.

  If he governs the country, you are certainly ruled

  by him; but how honourable that makes him, I don't know.

  Bawd

  Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will

  you use him kindly? He will line your apron with gold.

  Now can you please, without any more virginal resistance,

  treat him well? He will fill your apron with gold.

  MARINA

  What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive.

  Whatever he does politely, I will welcome with thanks.

  LYSIMACHUS />
  Ha' you done?

  Have you finished?

  Bawd

  My lord, she's not paced yet: you must take some

  pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will

  leave his honour and her together. Go thy ways.

  Exeunt Bawd, Pandar, and BOULT

  My Lord, she's not broken yet: you will have to make

  some efforts before you can ride her. Come on, we will

  leave them together. Go about your business.

  LYSIMACHUS

  Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade?

  Now, pretty one, how long have you been in this business?

  MARINA

  What trade, sir?

  What business, sir?

  LYSIMACHUS

  Why, I cannot name't but I shall offend.

  Why, I can't name it without being rude.

  MARINA

  I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.

  I can't be offended by the name of my trade. Please name it.

  LYSIMACHUS

  How long have you been of this profession?

  How long have you been in this profession?

  MARINA

  E'er since I can remember.

  Ever since I can remember.

  LYSIMACHUS

  Did you go to 't so young? Were you a gamester at

  five or at seven?

 

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