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As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Per. O, stop there a little !
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be.
My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well:-where were you bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.
Mar. You'll scarce believe me: 'twere best I did give o'er. Per. I will believe you by the syllable
Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:—
How came you in these parts? Where were you bred?
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
You think me an impostor; no, good faith;
Per. Ho, Helicanus !
Hel. Calls my gracious lord?
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general: Tell me, if thou canst,
That thus hath made me weep?
Hel. I know not; but
Here is the regent, Sir, of Mitylene,
Lys. She would never tell
Her parentage, being demanded that,
Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd Sir;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me
And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again! O Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud
As thunder threatens us: This is Marina.-
What was thy mother's name? Tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.
Mar. First, Sir, I pray,
What is your title?
Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now (As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect),
My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of kingdoms,
Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
To say, my mother's name was Thaisa ?
Thaisa was my mother, who did end,
The minute I began.
Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my child.
When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge,
Per. I embrace you, Sir.
Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding.
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
How sure you are my daughter.-But what music?
The music of the spheres: list, my Marina.
Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way.
Per. Rarest sounds!
Do ye not hear?
Lys. 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.
Lys. A pillow for his head;
[The Curtain before the Pavilion of PERICLES is closed.
So leave him all.-Well, my companion-friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you.
[Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, 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, when 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.*
*Repeat the narrative of your adventures.
Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,*
I will obey thee !-Helicanus!
Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. Hel. Sir.
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.
Per. You shall prevail,
Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems
You have been noble towards her.
Lys. Sir, lend your arm.
Per. Come, my Marina.
Enter GoWEB, before the Temple of DIANA at Ephesus.
Gow. Now our sands are almost run;
More a little, and then done.
This, as my last boon, give me
(For such kindness must relieve me),
What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
To greet the king. So he has thrived,
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;
I. e. Pericles.
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
Thai. Voice and favour!
You are you are-O royal Pericles.
Per. What means she? hum! 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.
Per. 'Tis most certain.
Cer. Look to the lady;-O, she's but o'er-joy'd.
Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was
Thrown on this shore. I oped the coffin, and
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed her
Per. May we see them?
Cer. Great Sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
Thai. O, let me look!
If he be none of mine, my sanctity
Will to my sense + bend no licentious ear,
Per. The voice of dead Thaisa!
Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead,
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
Mar. My heart
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to THAISA.
+ Sensual passion.
I. e. departed from.
*I. e. her white robe of innocence.
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!
Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre,
Can you remember what I call'd the man?
I have named him oft.
Thai. 'Twas Helicanus then.
Per. Still confirmation:
Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man
Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can
Per. Reverend Sir,
The gods can have no mortal officer
More like a god than you. Will you deliver
Cer. I will, my lord.
Beseech you first go with me to my house,
Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
No needful thing omitted.
Per. Pure Diana!
I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Will I, my loved Marina, 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, that 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 the way.
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)
*I.e. his beard.