And yet the fire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard

Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
By good appliance was recover'd.

Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire.

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.
The rough and woeful musick that we have,
Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.

The vial once more; - How thou stirr'st, thou

block?

The musick there. — I pray you, give her air:
Gentlemen,

This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranc'd Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Into life's flower again!

The heavens, sir,

1 Gent. Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Your fame for ever.

Cer.

She is alive; behold,

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels

Which Pericles hath lost,

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
The diamonds of a most praised water

Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live,
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
Rare as you seem to be!

O dear Diana,

[She moves.

Thai. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is

this?

2 Gent. Is not this strange?

1 Gent.

Cer.

Most rare.

Hush, gentle neighbours;

Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to,

For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come; And Esculapius guide us!

[Exeunt, carrying THAISA away.

SCENE III.

Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House.

Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, and MARINA.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;

My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,

Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Dion.

O your sweet queen ! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought

her hither,

To have bless'd mine eyes!

Per.

We cannot but obey The powers above us. Could I rage and roar As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) here I charge your charity withal, and leave her The infant of your care; beseeching you To give her princely training, that she may be Manner'd as she is born.

Cle.

Fear not, my lord: Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,

(For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,)
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection
Should therein make me vile, the common body,+
By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty:
But if to that my nature need a spur,

The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation!

Per.

I believe you;

Your honour and your goodness teach me credit,
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,

Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show will 5 in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.

Dion.
I have one myself,
Who shall not be more dear to my respect,

Than yours, my lord.

Per.

Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge

o'the shore;

Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune 6; and
The gentlest winds of heaven.

I will embrace

Per. Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O, no tears, Lychorida, no tears:

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace

You may depend hereafter.

Come, my lord.

[Exeunt.

4 The common people.

5 Appear wilful, perverse by such conduct. 6 Insidious waves that wear a treacherous smile,

SCENE IV.

Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House.

Enter CERIMON and THAISA.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with you in your coffer: which are now At your command. Know you the character? Thai. It is my lord's.

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even on my yearning 7 time; but whether there
Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
A vestal livery will I take me to,

And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Diana's temple is not distant far,

Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd to his own desire.

His woful queen leave at Ephess,
To Dian there a votaress.

7 Groaning.

Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

In musick, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,

Which makes her both the heart and place
Of general wonder. But alack!
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight & Philoten: and it is said

8

For certain in our story, she

Would ever with Marina be:

Be't when she weav'd the sleided 9 silk
With fingers, long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld 1 wound
The cambrick, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute

She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records 2 with moan; or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Vail to her mistress Dian; still

This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute3 Marina: so

With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer does prepare