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  • Title: Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)
  • Editor: Tom Bishop

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Tom Bishop
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    Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)

    [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.]
    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 2260maid child called Marina who, o goddess,
    Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tharsus
    Was nursed with Cleon, who at 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
    By her 2265own most clear remembrance, she
    Made known her self my daughter.
    Voice and favor!
    You are, you are --! O royal Pericles![She faints.]
    What means the nun? She dies! Help, gen2270tlemen!
    Noble sir,
    If you have told Diana's altar true,
    This is your wife.
    Reverend appearer, no.
    I threw her overboard with these very arms.
    Upon this coast, I warrant you.
    'Tis most certain.
    Look to the lady! [Examining Thaisa.] Oh, she's but over-joyed.
    Early one blustering morn this lady was
    Thrown upon this shore. 2280I ope'd the coffin,
    Found there rich jewels, recovered her, and placed her
    Here in Diana's temple.
    May we see them?
    Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
    Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is
    [Rising] Oh, 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 spake,
    Like him you are. Did you not name a tempest,
    A birth, and death?
    The voice of dead Thaisa!
    That Thaisa am I, supposèd dead and drowned.
    Immortal Dian!
    Now I know you better.
    When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
    The king my father gave you such a ring.[She points to his ring.]
    This, this! No more, you gods! Your present kindness
    Makes my past miseries sports. You shall do well
    That on the touching of her lips I may
    Melt, and no more be seen. Oh, come! Be buried
    A second time within these arms. [They embrace.]
    [Kneeling] My heart
    Leaps to be gone into my mother's bo2300som.
    Look who kneels here: flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa.
    Thy burden at the sea, and called Marina,
    For she was yielded there.
    Blest, and mine own!
    Hail, madam, and my queen.
    I know you not.
    You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre,
    I left behind an ancient substitute.
    Can you remember what I called the man?
    I have named him oft.
    'Twas Helicanus then.
    Still confirmation!
    Embrace him, dear Thaisa, this is he.
    Now do I long to hear how you were found,
    How possibly preserved, and who to thank,
    Besides the gods, for this great miracle.
    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 then you. Will you deliver
    How this dead 2320queen re-lives?
    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 placèd here in the temple,
    Noneedful thing omitted.
    Pure Dian,
    I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
    Night oblations to thee. Thaisa,
    This prince, the fair betrothèd 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 touched,
    [To Marina] To 2330grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.
    Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
    My father's dead.
    Heavens make a star of him, yet there, my queen,
    We'll celebrate their nuptials; and ourselves
    2335Will 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.