Speeches (Lines) for Lysimachus in "Pericles, Prince of Tyre"

Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish
baggage would but give way to customers.

Lysimachus. How now! How a dozen of virginities?

Boult. I am glad to see your honour 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?

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would--but there never
came her like in Mytilene.

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

Bawd. Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough.

Lysimachus. Well, call forth, call forth.

Boult. For flesh and blood, sir, white and red, you shall
see a rose; and she were a rose indeed, if she had but--

Lysimachus. What, prithee?

Boult. O, sir, I can be modest.

Lysimachus. That dignifies the renown of a bawd, no less than it
gives a good report to a number to be chaste.

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?

Lysimachus. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea.
Well, there's for you: leave us.

Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and
I'll have done presently.

Lysimachus. I beseech you, do.

Marina. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully receive.

Lysimachus. Ha' you done?

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.

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

Marina. What trade, sir?

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

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

Lysimachus. How long have you been of this profession?

Marina. E'er since I can remember.

Lysimachus. Did you go to 't so young? Were you a gamester at
five or at seven?

Marina. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.

Lysimachus. Why, the house you dwell in proclaims you to be a
creature of sale.

Marina. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort,
and will come into 't? I hear say you are of
honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.

Lysimachus. Why, hath your principal made known unto you who I am?

Marina. Who is my principal?

Lysimachus. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots
of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard something
of my power, and so stand aloof for more serious
wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, my
authority shall not see thee, or else look friendly
upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place:
come, come.

Marina. If you were born to honour, show it now;
If put upon you, make the judgment good
That thought you worthy of it.

Lysimachus. How's this? how's this? Some more; be sage.

Marina. For me,
That am a maid, though most ungentle fortune
Have placed me in this sty, where, since I came,
Diseases have been sold dearer than physic,
O, that the gods
Would set me free from this unhallow'd place,
Though they did change me to the meanest bird
That flies i' the purer air!

Lysimachus. I did not think
Thou couldst have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou couldst.
Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,
Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee:
Persever in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!

Marina. The good gods preserve you!

Lysimachus. For me, be you thoughten
That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Fare thee well. Thou art a piece of virtue, and
I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.
Hold, here's more gold for thee.
A curse upon him, die he like a thief,
That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost
Hear from me, it shall be for thy good.

Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me.

Lysimachus. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper!
Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it,
Would sink and overwhelm you. Away!

Tyrian Sailor. Sir,
This is the man that can, in aught you would,
Resolve you.

Lysimachus. Hail, reverend sir! the gods preserve you!

Helicanus. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,
And die as I would do.

Lysimachus. 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.

Helicanus. First, what is your place?

Lysimachus. I am the governor of this place you lie before.

Helicanus. 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.

Lysimachus. Upon what ground is his distemperature?

Helicanus. 'Twould be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lysimachus. May we not see him?

Helicanus. You may;
But bootless is your sight: he will not speak To any.

Lysimachus. Yet let me obtain my wish.

Helicanus. Behold him.
[PERICLES discovered]
This was a goodly person,
Till the disaster that, one mortal night,
Drove him to this.

Lysimachus. Sir king, all hail! the gods preserve you!
Hail, royal sir!

First Lord. Sir,
We have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager,
Would win some words of him.

Lysimachus. 'Tis well bethought.
She questionless with her sweet harmony
And other chosen attractions, would allure,
And make a battery 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 leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side.

Helicanus. Sure, all's 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.

Lysimachus. O, sir, a courtesy
Which if we should deny, the most just gods
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so afflict our province. Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

Helicanus. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you:
But, see, I am prevented.
[Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, with MARINA, and a]
young Lady]

Lysimachus. O, here is
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
Is't not a goodly presence?

Helicanus. She's a gallant lady.

Lysimachus. She's such a one, that, were I well assured
Came of a gentle kind and noble stock,
I'ld wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
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.

Marina. Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided
That none but I and my companion maid
Be suffer'd to come near him.

Lysimachus. Come, let us leave her;
And the gods make her prosperous!

Lysimachus. Come, let us leave her;
And the gods make her prosperous!

Lysimachus. Mark'd he your music?

Marina. No, nor look'd on us.

Lysimachus. See, she will speak to him.

Helicanus. I know not; but
Here is the regent, sir, of Mytilene
Speaks nobly of her.

Lysimachus. She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.

Pericles. None!
The music of the spheres! List, my Marina.

Lysimachus. It is not good to cross him; give him way.

Pericles. Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear?

Lysimachus. My lord, I hear.

Pericles. Most heavenly music!
It nips me unto listening, and thick slumber
Hangs upon mine eyes: let me rest.

Lysimachus. A pillow for his head:
So, leave him all. Well, my companion friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you.

Pericles. My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike
The inhospitable Cleon; but I am
For other service first: toward Ephesus
Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.
[To LYSIMACHUS]
Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
And give you gold for such provision
As our intents will need?

Lysimachus. Sir,
With all my heart; and, when you come ashore,
I have another suit.

Pericles. You shall prevail,
Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems
You have been noble towards her.

Lysimachus. Sir, lend me your arm.