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To fair Marina; but in no wise

Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to Till he had done his sacrifice,

my house, As Dian bade: whereto being bound, Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is The interim, pray you, all confound.

In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd,

Thai. OI let me look!
And wishes fall out as they 're will’d. 16 If he be none of mine, my sanctity
At Ephesus, the temple see,

Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
Our king and all his company.

But curb it, spite of seeing. O! my lord, That he can hither come so soon,

Are you not Pericles? Like him you speak, 32 Is by your fancy's thankful doom. [Exit. Like him you are. Did you not name a

tempest, - SCENE III.The Temple of DIANA at Ephesus; A birth, and death? THAISA standing near the altar, as high


The voice of dead Thaisa! priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus And drown'd.

36 attending.

Per. Immortal Dian!

Now I know you better. Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, When we with tears parted Pentapolis, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady.

The king my father gave you such a ring. Per. Hail, Dianl to perform thy just com

[Shows a ring. mand,

Per. This, this: no more, you godsl your I here confess myself the King of Tyre;

present kindness Who, frighted from my country, did wed Makes my past miseries sport: you shall do At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.

well, At sea in childbed died she, but brought That on the touching of her lips I may forth

Melt and no more be seen. Oi come, be buried A maid-child callid Marina; who, O goddess! A second time within these arms. Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus


My heart 44 Was nurs'd with Cleon, whom at fourteen Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom. years


[Kneels to THAISA. He sought to murder; but her better stars Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy Brought her to Mitylene, 'gainst whose shore flesh, Thaisa; Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard Thy burden at the sea, and callid Marina,

For she was yielded there. Where, by her own most clear remembrance, Thai.

Bless'd, and mine ownl 48 she

Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen! Made known herself my daughter.


I know you not. Thai.

Voice and favour! Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly You are, you are—0 royal Pericles! —

from Tyre,

[She faints. I left behind an ancient substitute; Per. What means the nun? she dieshelp, Can you remember what I call’d the man? 52 gentlemen!

I have nam'd him oft. Cer. Noble sir,

16 Thai.

'Twas Helicanus then. If you have told Diana's altar true,

Per. Still confirmation!
This is your wife.

Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is be.
Reverend appearer, no;

Now do I long to hear how you were found, 56 I threw her o'erboard with these very arms. How possibly preserv'd, and whom to thank,

Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. Besides the gods, for this great miracle.

'Tis most certain. Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man, Cer. Look to the lady. Ol she's but o'er- Through whom the gods have shown their joy'd.

power; that can

60 Early in blustering morn this lady was From first to last resolve you. Thrown upon this shore. I op'd the coffin, Per.

Reverend sir, Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and The gods can have no mortal officer plac'd her

24 More like a god than you. Will you deliver Here in Diana's temple.

How this dead queen re-lives?
May we see them? Cer.

I will, my lord. 64





go with me to my house.

Enter GOWER. Where shall be shown you all was found with In Antiochus and his daughter you have her;

heard How she came placed here in the temple; Of monstrous lust the due and just reward: No needful thing omitted.

68 In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen— Per. Pure Dian! bless thee for thy vision; I Athough assail'd with fortune fierce and Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa,

keenThis prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast, Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now 72 Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy a This ornament

last. Makes me look dismal will I clip to form; In Helicanus may you well descry And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd, A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty. To grace thy marriage-day I'll beautify. 76 In reverend Cerimon there well appears Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good The worth that learned charity aye wears. credit, sir,

For wicked Cleon and his wife, when jame My father's dead.

Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'! Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen,

Of Pericles, to rage the city turn,
We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves 80 That him and his they in his palace burn:
Will in that kingdom spend our following The gods for murder seemed so content

To punish them; although not done, ba? Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.

meant. Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay

So on your patience evermore attending,
To hear the rest untold. Sir, lead 's the way. 84 New joy wait on you! Here our play hath





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I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your lordshis nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burden

. only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advactage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first her of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always answer your on wish and the world's hopeful expectation.

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EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn, The precedent of pith and livelihood,
Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase; And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn; Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good: 25
Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force

5 Courageously to pluck him from his horse. And like a bold-fac'd suitor 'gins to woo him.

Over one arm the lusty courser's rein, Thrice fairer than myself,' thus she began,

Under her other was the tender boy, The field's chief flower, sweet above compare, 8 Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain, Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,

With leaden appetite, unapt to toy; More white and red than doves or roses are;

She red and hot as coals of glowing fire, Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,

He red for shame, but frosty in desire. Saith that the world hath ending with thy The studded bridle on a ragged bough life.

Nimbly she fastens; -0! how quick is love: ‘Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,

The steed is stalled up, and even now

To tie the rider she begins to prove:
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed

Backward she push'd him, as she would be

(lust A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know: 16 Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses;

And govern'd him in strength, though not in And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses: So soon was she along, as he was down,

Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: 44
'And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety, Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth be
But rather famish them amid their plenty, 20 frown,
Making them red and pale with fresh variety; And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty: And kissing speaks, with lustful language

A summer's day will seem an hour but short, broken,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.' 24 'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never op




He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears 'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now,
Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks; Even by the stern and direful god of war,
Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow,
To fan and blow them dry again she seeks: 52 Who conquers where he comes in every jar; 100

He saith she is immodest, blames her miss; Yet hath he been my captive and my slave,
What follows more she murders with a kiss. And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt

have. Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone, 'Over my altars bath he hung his lance, Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste, 57 His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest, 104 Till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone; And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and Even so she kiss'd his brow, his cheek, his chin,

dance, And where she ends she doth anew begin. 60 To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest; Forc'd to content, but never to obey,

Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red, Panting he lies, and breatheth in her face; Making my arms his field, his tent my bed. She feedeth on the steam, as on a prey,

109 And calls it heavenly moisture, air

of grace; 64 /Thus he that overruld I oversway'd, Wishing her cheeks were gardens full' of Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain: flowers,

Strong-temper'd steel his stronger strength So they were dew'd with such distilling Yet was he servile to my coy disdain.

obey'd, showers.

Ol be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, "Look! how a bird lies tangled in a net,

For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight. So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies;

68 'Pure shame and aw'd resistance made him fret, 'Touch but my lips with those fair lips of Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes:

thine,Rain added to a river that is rank

Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red,Perforce will force it overflow the bank.

The kiss shall be thine own as weil as mine: 117 72

What seest thou in the ground? hold up thy Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,

bead: For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale;

Look in mine eyeballs, there thy beauty lies; Still is he sullen, still he lowers and frets,

Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in 'Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy-pale; 76

eyes ? Being red, she loves him best; and being white, Her best is better'd with a more delight. 'Art thou asham'd to kiss ? then wink again,

And I will wink; so shall the day seem night; Look how he can, she cannot choose but love; Love keeps his revels where there are but And by her fair immortal hand she swears,

twain; From his soft bosom never to remove, Till be take truce with her contending tears,

Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight:

These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks

Never can blab, nor know not what we mean. all wet; And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless "The tender spring upon thy tempting lip debt.

84 Shows thee unripe, yet mayst thou well be

tasted. Upon this promise did he raise his chin Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,

Make use of time, let not advantage slip; Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in;

Beauty within itself should not be wasted: So offers he to give what she did crave;

Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their But when her lips were ready for his pay,

prime He winks, and turns his lips another way.

Rot and consume.themselves in little time. Never did passenger in summer's heat

Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old, More thirst for drink than she for this good Ill-nurtur'd, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice, turn.

92. O'erworn, despised, rheumatic, and cold, Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; Thick-sighted, barren, lean, and lacking juice, She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn: Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not ‘O! pity,' 'gan she cry, 'flint-hearted boy:

for thee;

137 'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy? 96 But having no defects, why dost abhor me?







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