(Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou cam's From good descending?
Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she came | Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back, Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish No better choice, and think me rarely wed. Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty Expect even here, where is a kingly patient: If that thy prosperous artificial feat Can draw him but to answer thee in aught, Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay As thy desires can wish." Mar.
Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided none but I and my companion Be suffer'd to come near him. Lys. Come, let us leave her, And the gods make her prosperous! [MAR. sings. Lys. Mark'd he your music? Mar. No, nor looked on us.
See, she will speak to him. Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:- Per Hum! ha!
My lord, that no'er before invited eyes, But have been gazed on comet-like: she speaks, My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd. Though wayward fortune did malign my state, My derivation was from ancestors Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: But time hath rooted out my parentage, And to the world and awkward casualities Bound me in servitude.-I will desist; But there is something glows upon my cheek, And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak. [Aside. Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentage- To equal mine;-was it not thus? what say you? Mar. I said, my lord,if you did know my parentage, You would not do me violence.
Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine If both were open'd.
Some such thing indeed I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely.
Per. Tell thy story; If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look Like patience, gazing on king's graves, and smiling Extremity out of act. What were thy friends? How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind virgin?
Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.
And thou by some incensed god sent hither To make the world laugh at me.
Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina.
Mar. The name Marina, Was given me by one that had some power; My father, and a king. Per. And call'd Marina?
Mar. You said, you would believe me; But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. Per. But are you flesh and blood? Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? I pray you turn your eyes again upon me.- No motion?"-Well; speak on. Where were you You are like something that-What country-And wherefore call'd Marina? [born? Here of these shores? Call'd Marina,
Per. I am great with wo, and shall deliver My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows;
Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; As silver-voiced; her eyes as jewel-like, And cased as richly: in pace another Juno; Who starves the ear she feeds, and makes them hungry,
The more she gives them speech.-Where do you live?
Mar. Where I am but a stranger; from the deck You may discern the place.
Per. Where were you bred? And how achiev'd you these endowments, which You make more rich to owe?
Mar. Should I tell my history, "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Per. Pr'ythee speak; Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee, And make my senses credit thy relation,
To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends?
Mar. For I was born at sea.
Per. At sea? Thy mother? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Who died the very minute I was born, As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft Deliver'd weeping.
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?
Mar. The king, my father,did in Tharsus leave me, Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd A villain to attempt it, who having drawn, A crew of pirates came and rescued me; Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir, Whither will you have me? Why do you weep! It may be,
You think me an imposter; no, good faith;
i. e. No puppet dressed up to deceive me.
I am the daughter to king Pericles, If good king Pericles be.
Per. Ho, Helicanus!
Calls my gracious lord? Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor, Most wise in general: Tell me, if thou canst, What this maid is, or what is like to be, That thus hath made me weep?
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, I know not; but And give them repetition to the life.
Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene, Speaks nobly of her.
She would never tell Her parentage; being demanded that, She would sit still and weep.
Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honor'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 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.
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 kingAnd another life to Pericles thy father. [doms, 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. Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, (Not dead at Tharsus, 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.
Per. I embrace you, sir. 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.
Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe: Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow. Awake, and tell thy dream. [DIANA disappears Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
I will obey thee !-Helicanus!
Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. Hel.
Enter GowER, 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) That you aptly will suppose
What pageantry, what feats, what shows, What minstrelsy, and pretty din, The regent made in Mitylen,
To greet the king. So he was thrived, That he is promis'd 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 boon. SCENE III.-The Temple of DIANA at Ephesus: THAISA standing near the Altar, as High-Priest- ess; anumber of Virgins on each side; CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending. Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady.
Pc. Hail, Dian; to perform thy just command I here confess myself the king of Tyre; Who, frighted from my country, did wed The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis.
At sea in child-bed died she; but brought forth A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess, i. e. Regent of the silver moon. • Soon. i. e. Pericles. Confound here signifies to consume
If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.
Reverend appearer, no; I threw her o'erboard with these very arms. Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. Per. "Tis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady;-O, she's but o'erjoy'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 Here in Diana's temple. [her Per.
May we see them? Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is Recover'd.
Thai. O, 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 lord, Are you not Pericles? Like him you speak, Like him you are: Did you not name a tempest, A birth, and death?
Per. The voice of dead Thaisa! Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead,
I left behind an ancient substitute. Can you remember what I call'd the man? I have named m oft. Thai.
"Twas Helicanus then.
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 whom to thank, Besides the gods, for this great miracle.
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man Through whom the gods have shown 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?
Cer. 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 placed here within the templs, No needful thing omitted. Per.
I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer My night oblations to thee. Thaisa, This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now, This ornament that makes me look so dismal, Will I, my lov'd 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.
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) 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 learned cbarity aye wears. For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame Had spread their cursed deed, and honor'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 them; although not done, but meant. So on your patience evermore attending, New joy wait on you? Here our play has ending [Exit GoWEB
11. e. The king of Antioch
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