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Per. Most heavenly music!

SCENE III. The temple of Diana at Ephesus; It nips me unto listening, and thick slumber

[Sleeps. Hangs upon mine eyes: let me rest.

THAISA standing near the altar, as high

priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; Lys. A pillow for his head :

CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus So, leave him all. Well, my companion friends,

attending If this but answer to my just belief, I'll well remember you.

240 Enter PERICLES, with his train; LYSIMACHUS, [Excunt all but Pericles.


Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just comDIANA appears to Pericles as in a vision.

mand, Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee I here confess myself the king of Tyre; thither,

Who, frighted from my country, did wed And do upon mine altar sacrifice.

At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa. There, when my maiden priests are met together, At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth Before the people all,

A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife: Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call Was nursed with Cleon ; who at fourteen years And give them repetition to the life.

He sought to murder: but her better stars Or perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe; Brought her to Mytilene ; 'gainst whose shore Do it, and happy; by my silver bow !

Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us, Awake, and tell thy dream. [Disappears. 250 Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,

Made known herself my daughter. I will obey thee. Helicanus!


Voice and favour!

You are, you are-O royal Pericles ! [Faints. Re-enter HelicANUS, LYSIMACHUS, and Per. What means the nun? she dies! help, MARINA.

gentlemen! Hel.


Cer. Noble sir, Per. My purpose was for Tarsus, there to If you have told Diana's altar true, strike

This is your wife.

Per. The inhospitable Cleon; but I am

Reverend appearer, no; For other service first: toward Ephesus

I threw her overboard with these very arms. Turn our blown sails ; eftsoons I'll tell thee why. Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. [To Lirimachus] Shall we refresh us, sir, upon


'Tis most certain. 20

Cer, your shore,

Look to the lady; 0, she's but o'erjoy'd. And give you gold for such provision

Early in blustering morn this lady was As our intents will need ?

Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin, Lys. Sir,

260 Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and With all my heart; and, when you come ashore,

placed her I have another suit.

Here in Diana's temple.
You shall prevail,


May we see them? Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems

Cer: Great sir, they shall be brought you to You have been noble towards her.

my house, Lys. Sir, lend me your arm.

Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is Per. Come, my Marina.

(Exeunt. Recovered.

Thai. 0, let me look!
SCENE II. Enter Gower, before the temple of Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,

If he be none of mine, my sanctity
DIANA at Ephesus.

But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord, Gow. Now our sands are almost run: Are you not Pericles? Like him you spake, More a little, and then dumb.

Like him you are: did you not name a tempest, This, my last boon, give me,

A birth, and death? For such kindness must relieve me,


The voice of dead Thaisa ! That you aptly will suppose


Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
What pageantry, what feats, what shows, And drown'd.
What minstrelsy, and pretty din,

Per. Immortal Dian!
The regent made in Mytilene


Now I know you better. To greet the king. So he thrived,

When we with tears parted Pentapolis, That he is promised to be wived

The king my father gave you such a ring. To fair Marina; but in no wise

[Shows a ring. Till he had done his sacrifice,

Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your As Dian bade: whereto being bound,

present kindness The interim, pray you, all confound.

Makes my past miseries sports : you shall do well, In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd, 280 | That on the touching of her lips I may And wishes fall out as they're will'd.

Melt and no more be seen. O, come, be buried At Ephesus, the temple see,

A second time within these arms. Our king and all his company.


My heart That he can hither come so soon,

Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom. Is by your fancy's thankful doom. (Exit.

(R'neels to Thaisa.



Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy And what this fourteen years no razor touch’d, flesh, Thaisa;

To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify. Thy burden at the sea, and call’d Marina

Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good For she was yielded there.

credit, sir, Thai.

Blest, and mine own! My father's dead. Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!

Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, Thai.

I know you not. my queen, Per. You have heard me say, when Í did fly We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves 80 from Tyre,

50 Will in that kingdom spend our following days: I left behind an ancient substitute:

Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
Can you remember what I call’d the man? Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay
I have named him oft.

To hear the rest untold: sir, lead's the way. Thai. 'Twas Helicanus then.

[Exeunt. Per. Still confirmation: Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.

Enter GOWER.
Now do I long to hear how you were found;
How possibly preserved; and who to thank,

Gow. In Antiochus and his daughter you Besides the gods, for this great miracle.

have heard Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord ; this man, Of monstrous lust the due and just reward: Through whom the gods have shown their power; In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen,


Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen, From first to last resolve you.

Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, Per.

Reverend sir,

Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last: The gods can have no mortal officer

In Helicanus may you well descry

91 More like a god than you. Will you deliver A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty: How this dead queen re-lives?

In reverend Cerimon there well appears Cer.

I will, my lord.

The worth that learned charity aye wears: Beseech you, first go with me to my house,

For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame Where shall be shown you all was found with her; Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd How she came placed here in the temple; No needful thing omitted.

Of Pericles, to rage the city turn, Per. Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I That him and his they in his palace burn; Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa, 70 The gods for murder seemed so content This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, To punish them; although not done, but meant. Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,

So, on your patience evermore attending, This ornament

New joy waiton you! Here our play has ending. Makes me look dismal will I clip to form ;


that can




Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo

Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.'





I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burden: only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a god-father, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish and the world's hopeful expectation.

Your honour's in all duty,


Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase ;
Hunting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn;

Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him.


"Thrice-fairer than myself,' thus she began, “The field's chief flower, sweet above compare, Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man, More white and red than doves or roses are;

Nature that made thee, with herself at strife, Saith that the world hath ending with thy life. Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow; If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know :

Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,

And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses; 'And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety, But rather famish them amid their plenty, Making them red and pale with fresh variety, Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:

A summer's day will seem an hour but short,

Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'
With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,
The precedent of pith and livelihood,
And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,
Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good :

Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force
Courageously to pluck him from his horse. 30

Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;

She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,

He red for shame, but frosty in desire.
The studded bridle on a ragged bough
Nimbly she fastens:-0, how quick is love ! -
The steed is stalled up, and even now
To tie the rider she begins to prove :

40 Backward she push'd him, as she would be

thrust, And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust. So soon was she along as he was down, Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth he frown, And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips; And kissing speaks, with lustful language

broken, 'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open.' He burns with bashful shame: she with her tears Doth quench the maiden burning of his cheeks: Then with her windy sighs and golden hairs 51 To fan and blow them dry again she seeks:

He saith she is immodest, blames her 'miss; What follows more she murders with a kiss.


Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast,
Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh and bone,
Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste,
Till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone;

Even so she kissed his brow, his cheek, his chini,

And where she ends she doth anew begin. 60 Forced to content, but never to obey, Panting he lies and breatheth in her face;

Over one arm the lusty courser's rein, Under her other was the tender boy,

She feedeth on the steam as on a prey,

Look in mine eye-balls, there thy beauty lies;
And calls it heavenly moisture, air of grace;

Then why not lips on lips, since eyes in eyes?
Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers,
So they were dew'd with such distilling showers. ‘Art thou ashamed to kiss? then wink again, 121

And I will wink; so shall the day seem night;
Look, how a bird lies tangled in a net,

Love keeps his revels where there are but twain ;
So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies;

Be bold to play, our sport is not in sight:
Pure shame and awed resistance made him fret, These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean
Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes: 70 Never can blab, nor know not what we mean.

Rain added to a river that is rank
Perforce will force it overflow the bank.

“The tender spring upon thy tempting lip

Shows thee unripe ; yet mayst thou well be tasted : Still she entreats, and prettily entreats,

Make use of time, let not advantage slip; For to a pretty ear she tunes her tale ;

Beauty within itself should not be wasted: 130 Still is he sullen, still he lours and frets,

Fair flowers that are not gather'd in their prime 'Twixt crimson shame and anger ashy-pale : , Rot and consume themselves in little time.

Being red, she loves him best; and being white,
Her best is better'd with a more delight. *Were I hard-favour'd, foul, or wrinkled-old,

Ill-nurtured, crooked, churlish, harsh in voice,
Look how he can, she cannot choose but love ; O’erworn, despised, rheumatic and cold,
And by her fair immortal hand she swears, 80 Thick-sighted, barren, lean and lacking juice,
From his soft bosom never to remove,

Then mightst thou pause, for then I were not for
Till he take truce with her contending tears,

thee; Which long have rain'd, making her cheeks all But having no defects, why dost abhor me?

And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless · Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow;

Mine eyes are gray and bright and quick in

140 Upon this promise did he raise his chin,

My beauty as the spring doth yearly grow,
Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave, My flesh is soft and plump, my marrow burning;
Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in;

My smooth moist hand, were it with thy hand
So offers he to give what she did crave;

felt, But when her lips were ready for his pay, Would in thy palm dissolve, or seem to melt. He winks, and turns his lips another way. 90

' Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear, Never did passenger in summer's heat

Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green,
More thirst for drink than she for this good turn. Or, like a nymph, with long dishevell’d hair,
Her help she sees, but help she cannot get; Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen:
She bathes in water, yet her fire must burn: Love is a spirit all compact of fire,

"O, pity,' gan she cry, flint-hearted boy! Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. 150
'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy?

Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie; • I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now,

These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support
Even by the stern and direful god of war,
Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, Two strengthless doves will draw me through the
Who conquers where he comes in every jar: 100 sky,

Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, From morn till night, even where I list to sport me:
And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be

That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee?



'Over my altars hath he hung his lance,

Is thine own heart to thine own face affected?
His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest, Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left?
And for my sake hath learn’d to sport and dance, Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected,
To toy, to wanton, dally, smile and jest,

Steal thine own freedom and complain on theft.
Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red, Narcissus so himself himself forsook, 16r

Making my arms his field, his tent my bed. And died to kiss his shadow in the brook. • Thus he that overruled I oversway'd,

"Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain: Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, Strong-tempered steel his stronger strength Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear; obey'd,

Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse: Yet was he servile to my coy disdain.

Seeds spring from seeds and beauty breedeth O, be not proud, nor brag not of thy might,

beauty; For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight! Thou wast begot; to get it is thy duty. “Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine,- 'Upon the earth's increase why shouldst thou feed, Though mine be not so fair, yet are they red- Unless the earth with thy increase be fed?

170 The kiss shall be thine own as well as mine. By law of nature thou art bound to breed, What seest thou in the ground ? hold up thy head: That thine may live when thou thyself art dead;

d 201

And so, in spite of death, thou dost survive, I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer;
In that thy likeness still is left alive.'

Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale :

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, By this the love-sick queen began to sweat,

Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. For where they lay the shadow had forsook them, And Titan, tired in the mid-day heat,

Within this limit is relief enough, With burning eye did hotly overlook them; Sweet bottom-grass and high delightful plain,

Wishing Adonis had his team to guide, Round rising hillocks, brakes obscure and rough, So he were like him and by Venus' side. 180 To shelter thee from tempest and from rain:

Then be my deer, since I am such a park; 239 And now Adonis, with a lazy spright,

No dog shall rouse thee, though athousand bark.' And with a heavy, dark, disliking eye, His louring brows o'erwhelming his fair sight, At this Adonis smiles as in disdain, Like misty vapours when they blot the sky, That in each cheek appears a pretty dimple :

Souring his cheeks cries ‘Fie, no more of love! Love made those hollows, if himself were slain,

The sun doth burn my face; I must remove.' He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
'Ay me,' quoth Venus, 'young, and so unkind? Why, there Love lived and there he could not die.
What bare excuses makest thou to be gone!
I'll sigh celestial breath, whose gentle wind These lovely caves, these round enchanting pits,
Shall cool the heat of this descending sun: 190 Open'd their mouths to swallow Venus' liking.

I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs; Being mad before, how doth she now for wits?
If they burn too, I'll quench them with my tears. Struck dead at first, what needs a second striking?

Poor queen of love, in thine own law forlorn, "The sun that shines from heaven shines but warm,

To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn! And, lo, I lie between that sun and thee: The heat I have from thence doth little harm, Now which way shall she turn? what shall she Thine eye darts forth the fire that burneth me;

say? And were I not immortal, Kfe were done Her words are done, her woes the more increasing; Between this heavenly and earthly sun.

The time is spent, her object will away,

And from her twining arms doth urge releasing. ‘Art thou obdurate, fiinty, hard as steel,

Pity,' she cries, ‘some favour, some remorse!' Nay, more than flint, for stone at rain relenteth? Away he springs and hasteth to his horse. Art thou a woman's son, and canst not feel What'tis to love? how want of love tormenteth? But, lo, from forth a copse that neighbours by,

O, had thy mother borne so hard a mind, A breeding jennet, lusty, young and proud, 260 She had not brought forth thee, but died unkind. Adonis' trampling courser doth espy,

And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud: 'What am I, that thou shouldst contemn me this? The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree, Or what great danger dwells upon my suit?

Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he. What were thy lips the worse for one poor kiss? Speak, fair; but speak fair words, or else be mute: Imperiously he leaps, he neighs, he bounds, Give me one kiss, I'll give it thee again, 209 And now his woven girths he breaks asunder; And one for interest, if thou wilt have twain. The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds,

Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's 'Fie, lifeless picture, cold and senseless stone,

thunder; Well-painted idol, image dull and dead,

The iron bit he crusheth 'tween his teeth, Statue contenting but the eye alone,

Controlling what he was controlled with.

270 Thing like a man, but of no woman bred !

Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion, His ears up-prick’d; his braided hanging mane For men will kiss even by their own direction.' Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end;

His nostrils drink the air, and forth again, This said, impatience chokes her pleading tongue, As from a furnace, vapours doth he send : And swelling passion doth provoke a pause; His eye, which scornfully glisters like fire, Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong; Shows his hot courage and his high desire. Being judge in love, she cannot right her cause: And now she weeps, and now she fain would Sometime he trots, as if he told the steps, speak,

With gentle majesty and modest pride; And now her sobs do her intendments break. Anon he rears upright, curvets and leaps,

As who should say "Lo, thus my strength is tried, Sometimes she shakes her head and then his hand, And this I do to captivate the eye

231 Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground; Of the fair breeder that is standing by.' Sometimes her arms infold hin like a band : She would, he will not in her arms be bound;

What recketh he his rider's angry stir, And when from thence he struggles to be gone, His flattering ‘Holla,' or his ‘Stand, I say'? She locks her lily fingers one in one.

What cares he now for curb or pricking spur?

For rich caparisons or trapping gay? 'Fondling,'she saith,'since I have hemm'd thee here He sees his love, and nothing else he sees, Within the circuit of this ivory pale,


For nothing else with his proud sight agrees.


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