Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)
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[Enter at one door, Thaisa, Cerimon and other temple attendants at the altar; at another door, Pericles, Marina, Lysimachus, Helicanus, Lords and attendants. Pericles makes an offering to the altar.]
¶Pericles 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.
¶fair Thaisa.
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
A
2260maid child called Marina who, o goddess,
2260maid child called Marina who, o goddess,
Wears yet thy
¶silver livery. She at Tharsus
¶silver livery. She at Tharsus
Was nursed with Cleon, who at
¶fourteen years
¶fourteen years
He sought to murder; but her better stars
¶Brought her to Metalin, 'gainst whose shore riding,
Her
¶fortunes brought the maid aboard us, where
¶fortunes brought the maid aboard us, where
By her
2265own most clear remembrance, she
2265own most clear remembrance, she
| Made known her ¶self my daughter. | |
| ¶Thaisa | |
| Voice and favor! | |
You are, you are --! O royal
¶Pericles!
¶Pericles!
[She faints.]
¶Cerimon Noble sir,
If you have told Diana's altar
¶true,
¶true,
| This is your wife. | |
| ¶Pericles | |
| Reverend appearer, no. | |
I threw her overboard ¶with these very arms.
| 2275Cerimon | |
| Upon this coast, I warrant you. | |
| ¶Pericles | |
| 'Tis most certain. | |
¶Early one blustering morn this lady was
Found there rich jewels, recove
¶red her, and placed her
¶red her, and placed her
| Here in Diana's temple. | |
| ¶Pericles | |
| May we see them? | |
¶Cerimon Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
¶Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is
| Recoverèd. | |
| 2285Thaisa | |
| [Rising] Oh, let me look! | |
If he be none of mine, my san
¶ctity
¶ctity
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
But curb
¶it, spite of seeing. O my lord,
¶it, spite of seeing. O my lord,
Are you not Pericles? Like
¶him you spake,
¶him you spake,
Like him you are. Did you not name a tem
¶pest,
¶pest,
| A birth, and death? | |
| 2290Pericles | |
| The voice of dead Thaisa! | |
¶Thaisa That Thaisa am I, supposèd dead and drowned.
| ¶Pericles | |
| Immortal Dian! | |
| ¶Thaisa | |
| Now I know you better. | |
When we with tears
¶parted Pentapolis,
¶parted Pentapolis,
The king my father gave you such a ring.
[She points to his ring.]
Makes my past miseries sports. You shall do well
That
¶on the touching of her lips I may
¶on the touching of her lips I may
Melt, and no more be
¶seen. Oh, come! Be buried
¶seen. Oh, come! Be buried
| A second time within these arms. | |
[They embrace.] | |
| ¶Marina | |
| [Kneeling] My heart | |
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bo
2300som.
2300som.
¶Pericles Look who kneels here: flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa.
¶Thy burden at the sea, and called Marina,
| For she was yiel ¶ded there. | |
| ¶Thaisa | |
| Blest, and mine own! | |
| 2305Helicanus | |
| Hail, madam, and my queen. | |
| ¶Thaisa | |
| I know you not. | |
I left behind an ancient substitute.
Can you remem¶ber what I called the man?
| I have named him oft. | |
¶Pericles Still confirmation!
Embrace him, dear Thaisa, this
¶is he.
¶is he.
Now do I long to hear how you were found,
How
¶possibly preserved, and who to thank,
¶possibly preserved, and who to thank,
Besides the gods,
¶for this great miracle.
¶for this great miracle.
2315Thaisa Lord Cerimon, my lord, this man through whom
¶The gods have shown their power, that can from first
To
¶last resolve you.
¶last resolve you.
¶Pericles Reverend sir,
The gods can have no mortal officer
¶More like a god then you. Will you deliver
| How this dead 2320queen re-lives? | |
| ¶Cerimon | |
| I will, my lord. | |
Beseech you, first go with me
¶to my house,
¶to my house,
Where shall be shown you all was found with
¶her,
¶her,
How she came plac{e`}d here in the temple,
No¶needful thing omitted.
2325Pericles Pure Dian,
I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
¶Night oblations to thee. Thaisa,
This prince, the fair
¶betrothèd of your daughter,
¶betrothèd of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis.
And
¶now this ornament
¶now this ornament
Makes me look dismal, will I clip to
¶form,
¶form,
And what this fourteen years no razor touched,
¶Thaisa Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
¶My father's dead.
We'll celebrate their nuptials; and ourselves
2335Will in that kingdom spend our following days.
Our son
¶and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
¶and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
¶Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay
¶To hear the rest untold. Sir, lead's the way.
[Exeunt.]