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This, my last boon, give me,
For such kindness must relieve me,
That you aptly will suppose
What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
The regent made in Mytilene
To greet the king. So he thrived,
That he is promised to be wived
To fair Marina ; but in no wise
Till he had done his sacrifice,
As Dian bade : whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.
In feather'd briefness sails are fill’d,
And wishes fall out as they're will’d.
At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our king and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful doom.
SCENE III. The temple of Diana at Ephesus ;
THAISA standing near the altar, as high priestess ; a number of Virgins on each side ; CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending
Enter PERICLES, with his train, LYSIMACHUS,
HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady. Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command, I here confess myself the King of Tyre; Who, frighted from my country, did wed At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa. At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess, Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus
Was nursed with Cleon; who at fourteen years
He sought to murder : but her better stars
Brought her to Mytilene; 'gainst whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.
Voice and favour !
You are, you are—o royal Pericles ! Faints.
Per. What means the nun? she dies ! help,
Cer. Noble sir,
If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.
Reverend appearer, no;
I threw her overboard with these very arms.
Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.
'Tis most certain. 20
Cer. Look to the lady ; 0, she's but o'erjoyed.
Early in blustering morn this lady was
Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed
Here in Diana's temple.
May we see them ?
Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my
Whither I invite you.
Look, Thaisa is
Thai. O, let me look!
If he be none of mine, my sanctity
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,
Are you not Pericles ? Like him you spake,
Like him you are : did you not name a tempest,
A birth, and death?
The voice of dead Thaisa !
Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
Per. Immortal Dian!
Now I know you better.
When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
The king my father gave you such a ring.
[Shows a ring: Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your
present kindness Makes my past miseries sports : you shall do
That on the touching of her lips I may
Melt and no more be seen.
O, come, be buried
A second time within these arms.
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to Thaisa. Per. Look, who kneels here ! Flesh of thy
flesh, Thaisa ;
Thy burden at the sea, and callid Marina
For she was yielded there.
Blest, and mine own!
Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!
I know you not. Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly
I left behind an ancient substitute :
Can you remember what I call’d the man ?
I have named him oft.
'Twas Helicanus then.
Per. Still confirmation :
Embrace him, dear Thaisa ; this is he.
Now do I long to hear how you were found;
How possibly preserved ; and who to thank,
Besides the gods, for this great miracle.
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,
Through whom the gods have shown their power ;
From first to last resolve you.
The gods can have no mortal officer
More like a god than you. Will
How this dead queen re-lives?
I will, my lord.
go with me to my house,
Where shall be shown you all was found with her ;
How she came placed here in the temple;
No needful thing omitted.
Per. Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I
Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa,
This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
Makes me look dismal will I clip to form ;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.
Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit,
My father's dead.
Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there,
We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
Will in that kingdom spend 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's the way.
Gow. In Antiochus and his daughter you have
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward :
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen,
Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,
Virtue preserved 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 honour'd 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.