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Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way.
Per. Rarest sounds!
Do ye not hear?
Music? My lord, I hear-
Per. Most heavenly music:
It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
Hangs on mine eyelids, let me rest. [He sleeps.
Lys. A pillow for his head;
[The Curtain before the Pavilion of Per. is closed.
So leave him all.-Well, my companion-friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you.
[Exeunt Lys. Hel. Mar. and attendant Lady.
SCENE II.' The same.
PERICLES on the Deck asleep; DIANA appearing to
him as in a Vision.
Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee thither,
And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
There, wlien my maiden priests are met together,
Before the people all,
Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
And give them repetition to the life.
Perforın my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe:
Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow.
Awake, and tell thy dream. [Diana disuppears.
Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
I will obey thee!-Helicanus !
Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA.
Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, 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.
Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
And give you gold for such provision
As our intents will need ?
Lys. With all my heart, sir; and when you come ashore,
I have another suit.
You shall prevail,
Were il to woo my daughter; for it seems
You have been noble towards her.
Sir, lend your arm. Per. Come, my Marina.
[Exeunt. Enter Gower, before the Temple of Diana at Ephesus.
Gow. Now our sands are almost run;
More a little, and then done.
This, as my last bood, 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 Mitylin,
To greet the king. So he has thriv'd,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd
To fair Marina; but in no wise,
Till he had done his sacrifice,
As Dian bade: wherelo being bound,
The interiin, pray you, all confound.
In feather'd briefness sails are fill’d,
And wishes fall out as they're willid.
At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our king, and all his company.
That be can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful boon. [Exil.
The Temple of Diana at Ephesus: Thaisa, standing
near the Altar, as High-priestess; a number of Vir-
gins 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
The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis.
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
A maid-child callid Marina; who, O goddess,
Wears yet thy silver livery. Shé at Tharsus
Was nurs’d with Cleon; whom at fourteen years
He sought to murder: but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene; against 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—0 royal Pericles ! - [She faints.
Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentleCer. Noble sir,
[men! 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.
'Tis most certain.
Cer. Look to the lady;40, she's but o'erjoy’d.
Early, one blusl’ring morn, this lady was
Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and plac'd her
Here in Diana's temple.
May we see them?
Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is
Thai. 0, let me look!
If he be none of mine, my sanctily
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
But carb 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?
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
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.
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. Thai.
Bless'd, and mine own! Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen! Thai.
I know you pot.
Per You have beard 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.
'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 whoin 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
From first to last resolve you.
The gods can have no mortal officer
More like a god than you. Will you deliver
How this dead queen re-lives?
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 within the temple;
No needful thing omitted.
I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
My night oblations to thee. Thaisa,
This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
This ornament that makes me look so dismal,
Will I, my lov'd Marina, clip to form;
And what this fourteen years no razor touchd,
To 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 bim! 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 the way. (Exeunt.
Enter GOWER. Gow. In Antioch, 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 has ending:
C. Whittingham, Printer, Chiswick.