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I am the daughter to King Pericles9
If good King Pericles be.

Per. Ho, Helicanus!

Hel. Calls my 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?

Hel. I know not; but

Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
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, buri'd 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. First, sir, I pray.

What is your title?

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, — thou 5rt heir of kingdoms, And another life 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.

Per. Now, blessings on thee! rise; thou art my
Give me fresh garments! Mine own, Helicanus,
She is not dead at Tharsus, as she should have

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. —

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.

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? [Music.

Lys. My lord, I hear —

Per. Most heavenly music:

It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
Hangs upon mine eyes: let me rest. [He sleeps.

Lys. A pillow for his head.
So leave him all.-—Well, my companion-friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you.

[Exeunt Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina, and

[Scene II. — Malone.]

Diana appears to Pebicles in a vision.

Diana. My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee
And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
There, when my maiden priests are met together,
Before the people all,

Reveal how thou at sea did'st 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 liv'st in woe:
Do it, and 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.

Bel. Sir.

Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, 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. ■— 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.

Lys. Sir, lend your arm.

Per. Come, my Marina. \_Exeunt. Enter Gowek, before tJie 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 feasts, what shews, What minstrelsy and pretty din The regent made in Mitylen, To greet the King. So he thriv'd, That he is promis'd to be wiv'd 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 II.

[Scene III. — Malone.]

The Temple of Diana at Ephesus; Thaisa standing near the Altar, as high Priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; Cekimon and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending.

Enter Pericles, with his Train; Lysimachus, Heli-
Canus, Marina, and a Lady.
Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
I here confess myself the King of Tvre;

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 Tharsus
Was nurs'd with Cleon, who at fourteen years
He sought to murther, but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene; against 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 — 0 royal Pericles!— [Shefaints.

Per. What means the nun? she dies: help, gentlemen!

Cer. Noble sir,
If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.

Per. Reverend appearer, no:

I threw her overboard 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 in blust'ring morn this lady was Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and plac'd

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. 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,

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