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5.3.0.12255.2[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,
5.3.5At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
5.3.9He sought to murder; but her better stars
2267Thaisa
Voice and favor!
What means the nun? She dies! Help, gen2270tlemen!
Noble sir,
5.3.18This is your wife.
2273Pericles
Reverend appearer, no.
Upon this coast, I warrant you.
2276Pericles
'Tis most certain.
Look to the lady! [Examining Thaisa.] Oh, she's but over-joyed.
5.3.25Here in Diana's temple.
2282Pericles
May we see them?
Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
5.3.28Recoverèd.
2285Thaisa
[Rising] Oh, let me look!
5.3.30Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
5.3.34A birth, and death?
2290Pericles
The voice of dead Thaisa!
That Thaisa am I, supposèd dead and drowned.
Immortal Dian!
2293Thaisa
Now I know you better.
5.3.38The king my father gave you such a ring.[She points to his ring.]
This, this! No more, you gods! Your present kind2296ness
5.3.40Makes my past miseries sports. You shall do well
5.3.43A second time within these arms. [They embrace.]
2299Marina
[Kneeling] My heart
Look who kneels here: flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa.
2304Thaisa
Blest, and mine own!
Hail, madam, and my queen.
2306Thaisa
I know you not.
You have heard me say, when I did fly from 2308Tyre,
5.3.50I left behind an ancient substitute.
5.3.52I have named him oft.
'Twas Helicanus then.
Still confirmation!
5.3.56Now do I long to hear how you were found,
Lord Cerimon, my lord, this man through whom
Reverend sir,
5.3.63The gods can have no mortal officer
2321Cerimon
I will, my lord.
5.3.68How she came placèd here in the temple,
Pure Dian,
5.3.71I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer
5.3.74Shall marry her at Pentapolis.
5.3.77And what this fourteen years no razor touched,
Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
Heavens make a star of him, yet there, my 2334queen,
5.3.82We'll celebrate their nuptials; and ourselves
5.3.86.1[Exeunt.]