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. |
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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 nurs'd with Cleon, whom at fourteen years |
He sought to murder; but her better stars |
Brought her to Mitylene, 'gainst whose shore |
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us, |
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she |
Made known herself my daughter. |
Thai. Voice and favour! |
You are, you are—O royal Pericles!— [She faints. |
Per. What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen! |
Cer. Noble sir, |
If you have told Diana's altar true, |
This is your wife. |
Per. Reverend appearer, no; |
I threw her o'erboard with these very arms. |
Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. |
Per. 'Tis most certain. |
Cer. Look to the lady. O! she's but o'erjoy'd. |
Early in blustering morn this lady was |
Thrown upon this shore. I op'd the coffin, |
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and plac'd her |
Here in Diana's temple. |
Per. May we see them? |
Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house, |
Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is |
Recovered. |
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 speak, |
Like him you are. Did you not name a tempest, |
A birth, and death? |
Per. The voice of dead Thaisa! |
Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead |
And drown'd. |
Per. Immortal Dian! |
Thai. 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 sport: you shall do well, |
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. |
Mar. My heart |
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 call'd Marina, |
For she was yielded there. |
Thai. Bless'd, and mine own! |
Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen! |
Thai. I know you not. |
Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre, |
I left behind an ancient substitute; |
Can you remember what I call'd the man? |
I have nam'd him oft. |
Thai. '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 preserv'd, and whom to thank, |
Besides the gods, for this great miracle. |
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man, |
Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can |
From first to last resolve you. |
Per. Reverend sir, |
The gods can have no mortal officer |
More like a god than you. Will you deliver |
How this dead queen re-lives? |
Cer. I will, my lord. |
Beseech you, first 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 |
This ornament |
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, sir, |
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 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. [Exeunt. |
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Enter GOWER. |
In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard |
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward: |
In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen— |
Although assail'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 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 hath ending. [Exit. |
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