Will I, my lov'd Marina, clip to form;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch d,
grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.
Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit,
Sir, that my father's dead.
Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen, We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Will in that kingdom fpend our following days ; Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay, To hear the rest untold.-Sir, lead the way. [Exeunt.
Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward :
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen
(Although affail'd with fortune fierce and keen,)
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Helicanus may you well descry
A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
In reverend Cerimon there well appears,
The worth that learned charity aye wears.
For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame
Had spread their cursed deed, and honourd name
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;
That him and his they in his palace burn,
The gods for murder seemed so content
To punish them ; although not done, but meant.
So, on your patience evermore attending,
New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.