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Sc. I


She is not dead at Tarsus, as she should have been,
By savage Cleon: she shall tell thee all;
When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge

She is thy very Princess. Who is this?
HEL. Sir, 'tis the Governor of Mitylene,

Who, hearing of your melancholy state,

Did come to see you.

I embrace you.
Give me my robes. I am wild in my beholding.
O Heavens, bless my girl! But, hark, what music?
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,

How sure you are my daughter. But what music?
HEL. My Lord, I hear none.
PER. None!

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?

My Lord, I hear. [Music.
Per. Most heavenly music!

It nips me unto listening, and thick slumber
Hangs upon mine eyes : let me rest.

Lys. A pillow for his head.

So, leave him, all. Well, my companion Friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you. [Exeunt all but PERICLES.




DIANA appears to PERICLES 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.
Or perform my bidding, or thou liv’st in woe;
Do it, and happy; by my silver bow!
Awake, and tell thy dream.

PER. Celestial Dian, Goddess argentine,

I will obey thee. Helicanus !

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PER. My purpose was for Tarsus, 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.
[to LYSIMACHUS.] Shall we refresh us, Sir, upon your

And give you gold for such provision

As our intents will need ? Lys. Sir,

With all my heart; 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 me your arm. PER. Come, my Marina.




Enter Gower, before the Temple of DIANA at Ephesus.
Gow, Now our sands are almost run;

More a little, and then dumb.
This, my last boon, 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 Mitylene,
To greet the King. So he 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: whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.
In feather'd briefness sails are fill’d,
And wishes fall out as they ’re will’d.



Sc. II

At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our King, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful doom.



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 Inhabi-
tants of Ephesus attending:
Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS,

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; who 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-

O royal Pericles ! [faints.
Per. What means the nun? she dies ! help, Gentle-

men !
CER. Noble Sir,

If you have told Diana's altar true,

This is

Reverend Appearer, no;
I threw her overboard with these very arms.
CER. Upon this coast, I warrant you.

'Tis most certain. CER. Look to the lady: 0, she's but o'erjoy’d.

Early in blustering morn this lady was
Thrown upon this shore. I op'd the coffin,

your wife.




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


0, 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

O, my Lord,

you not Pericles? Like him you spake, Like him

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!

Now I know you

better. When we with tears parted Pentapolis, The King my father gave you such a ring.

[shews a ring Per. This, this: no more, you Gods ! your present kind

you are: did

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Makes my past miseries sports: 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.

My heart
Leaps to be

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.

Blest, and mine own!
HEL. Hail, Madam, and my Queen!

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.



you, first


'Twas Helicanus then. Sc. III 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 who to thank,

Besides the Gods, for this great miracle.
THAI. Lord Cerimon, my Lord; this man,
Through whom the Gods have shewn their power ;

that can
From first to last resolve you.

Reverend Sir,
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.

go with me to my house,
Where shall be shewn you all was found with her;
How she came plac'd 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
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.



Enter GOWER.
Gow. In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard

Of monstrous lust the due and just reward :

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