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The gods requite his charity!
If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart

That ever cracks for woe! This chanc'd to-night.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Most likely, sir.

CERIMON. Nay, certainly to-night;
For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough

That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within.
Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet. Exit a SERVANT

Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again

The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
That had nine hours lien dead,

Who was by good appliance recovered.
Re-enter a servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire

Well said, well said! The fire and cloths.
The rough and woeful music that we have,

Cause it to sound, beseech you.
The vial once more. How thou stirr'st, thou block!

The music 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!

FIRST GENTLEMAN. The heavens,
Through you, increase our wonder, and set up

Your fame for ever.
CERIMON. 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 do appear,

To make the world twice rich. Live, and make
Us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,

Rare as you seem to be. [She moves]
THAISA. O dear Diana, where am I?

Where's my lord? What world is this?
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Is not this strange?

FIRST GENTLEMAN. Most rare.
CERIMON. Hush, my 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; and Aesculapius guide us!

Exeunt, carrying her away
SCENE 3.

Tharsus. CLEON'S house
Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, and LYCHORIDA

with MARINA in her arms
PERICLES. 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!

CLEON. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,
Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

DIONYZA. O your sweet queen!
That the strict Fates had pleas'd you had brought her

hither,
To have bless'd mine eyes with her!

PERICLES. 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 gentle babe Marina, whom,

For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so, here
I charge your charitywithal, leaving her

The infant of your care; beseeching you
To give her princely training, that she may

Be manner'd as she is born.
CLEON. Fear not, my lord, but think

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!

PERICLES. I believe you;
Your honour and your goodness teach me to't

Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,

Unscissor'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave.

Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.

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

Than yours, my lord.
PERICLES. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

CLEON. We'll bring your Grace e'en to the edge o' th'
shore,

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

PERICLES. I will embrace
Your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears,

Lychorida, no tears.
Look to your little mistress, on whose grace

You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord. Exeunt
SCENE 4.

Ephesus. CERIMON'S house
Enter CERIMON THAISA

CERIMON. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Lay with you in your coffer; which are

At your command. Know you the character?
THAISA. It is my lord's.

That I was shipp'd at sea I well remember,
Even on my caning time; but whether there

Delivered, 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.
CERIMON. Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,

Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may abide till your date expire.

Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

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

Exeunt
ACT IV.

Enter GOWER
GOWER. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre,

Welcom'd and settled to his own desire.
His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus,

Unto Diana there a votaress.
Now to Marina bend your mind,

Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

In music, 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-rite; this maid

Hight Philoten; and it is said
For certain in our story, she

Would ever with Marina be.
Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk

With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp needle wound

The cambric, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to th' lute

She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records with moan; or when

She would with rich and constant pen
Vail to her mistress Dian; still

This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute Marina. So

The dove of Paphos might with 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
For good Marina, that her daughter

Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,

Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
And cursed Dionyza hath

The pregnantinstrument of wrath
Prest for this blow. The unborn event

I do commend to your content;
Only I carry winged time

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
Which never could I so convey

Unless your thoughts went on my way.
Dionyza does appear,

With Leonine, a murderer. Exit
SCENE 1.

Tharsus. An open place near the seashore
Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE

DIONYZA. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't.
'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known.

Thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon
To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience,

Which is but cold, inflaming love in thy bosom,
Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which

Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be
A soldier to thy purpose.

LEONINE. I will do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
DIONYZA. The fitter, then, the gods should have her.

Here she comes weeping for her only mistress' death.
Thou art resolv'd?

LEONINE. I am resolv'd.
Enter MARINA with a basket of flowers

MARINA. No, I will rob Tellus of her weed,
To strew thy green with flowers. The yellows, blues,

The purple violets, and marigolds,
Shall as a carpet hang upon thy grave

While summer days do last. Ay me! poor maid,
Born in a tempest, when my mother died,

This world to me is like a lasting storm,
Whirring me from my friends.

DIONYZA. How now, Marina! Why do you keep alone?


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