Tyre,
I left behind an ancient substitute.
Can you remember what I call'd the man?
I have nam'd him oft.
THAISA. 'Twas Helicanus then.
PERICLES. 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.
THAISA. Lord Cerimon, my lord-this man
Through whom the gods have shown their power-that can
From first to last
resolve you.
PERICLES. Reverend sir,
The gods can have no
mortal officer
More like a god than you. Will you deliver
How this dead queen re-lives?
CERIMON. I will, my lord.
Beseech you, first, go with me to my house,
Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
How she came plac'd here in the temple;
No needful thing omitted.
PERICLES. 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.
THAISA. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
My father's dead.
PERICLES. 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's the way. Exeunt
Enter GOWER
GOWER. In Antiochus 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,
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Helicanus may you well descry
A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty;
In
reverend Cerimon there well appears
The worth that
learnedcharity aye wears.
For
wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame
Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd name
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn,
That him and his they in his palace burn;
The gods for murder seemed so content
To punish-although not done, but meant.
So, on your
patienceevermore att
ending,
New joy wait on you! Here our play has
ending. Exit
-THE END-
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