That thus hath made me weep?

Hel.

I know not; but

Here is the regent, sir, of Mytilene

Speaks nobly of her.

Lys.

She would never tell

Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.

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
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,

And drown me with their sweetness. O, come

hither,

Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;

Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus,
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.

What is your title?

First, sir, I pray,

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
My drown'd queen's name, as in the rest you said
Thou hast been godlike perfect, the heir of kingdoms
And another like to Pericles thy father.

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.

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prove in addition the heir of kingdoms and another Pericles.' Some such words as thou art then' are probably lost before the heir.

Per. Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my
child.

Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus ;
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 Mytilene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.

Per.

Give me my robes.

I embrace you.

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?

Lys.

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:

[Sleeps.

So, leave him all. Well, my companion friends,

If this but answer to my just belief,

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I'll well remember you.

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[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.

217. should have been, was said to be.

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 livest in woe;

Do it, and happy; by my silver bow!
Awake, and tell thy dream.

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Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,

I will obey thee. Helicanus!

Hel.

Re-enter HELICANUS, LYSIMACHUS, and

MARINA.

Sir?

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 shore,

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.

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Lys.

Sir, lend me your arm.

Per. Come, my Marina.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. 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 Mytilene
To greet the king. So he thrived,
That he is promised to be wived
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.
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.

[Exit.

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;
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

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Was nursed with Cleon; who at fourteen years
He sought to murder: but her better stars
Brought her to Mytilene; 'gainst whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.

Thai.
Voice and favour!
You are, you are- O royal Pericles ! [Faints.
Per. What means the nun? she dies! help,
gentlemen!

Cer. Noble sir,

If you have told Diana's altar true,

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Reverend appearer, no;

I threw her overboard with these very arms.
Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.

Per.

'Tis most certain. 20

Cer. Look to the lady; O, she's but o'erjoyed.

Early in blustering morn this lady was

Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,

Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed

her

Here in Diana's temple.

Per.

May we see them?

Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my

house,

Whither I invite you.

Recovered.

Thai. O, let me look!

Look, Thaisa is

If he be none of mine, my sanctity

Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,

But curb it, spite of seeing.

Are you not Pericles?

O,

O, my lord,

Like him you spake,

Like him you are: did you not name a tempest,

A birth, and death?

Per.

The voice of dead Thaisa!