16 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 speak, 32 Like him you are. Did you not name a tempest, A birth, and death? [Exit. SCENE III.-The Temple of DIANA at Ephesus; THAISA standing near the altar, as high priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending. Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady. Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just com- I here confess myself the King of Tyre; At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess! Per. The voice of dead Thaisa! Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead And drown'd. Per. Immortal Dian! Thai. 36 Now I know you better. When we with tears parted Pentapolis, The king my father gave you such a ring. [Shows a ring. Makes my past miseries sport: you shall do well, That on the touching of her lips I may Melt and no more be seen. O! come, be buried My heart 44 Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom. [Kneels to THAISA. Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa; Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina, Thai. I know you not. Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute; Per. Still confirmation! Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he. Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man, Per. 24 May we see them? Cer. 60 I will, my lord. 64 VENUS AND ADONIS 'Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TICHFIELD. RIGHT HONOURABLE, 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 advar tage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first her of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, 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. 'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, 'And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety, 20 A summer's day will seem an hour but short, Your honour's in all duty, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. [lust And govern'd him in strength, though not in So soon was she along, as he was down, Each leaning on their elbows and their hips: 41 Now doth she stroke his cheek, now doth b frown, And 'gins to chide, but soon she stops his lips And kissing speaks, with lustful languag broken, 'If thou wilt chide, thy lips shall never open 52 He burns with bashful shame; she with her tears Forc'd to content, but never to obey, So they were dew'd with such distilling showers. 'I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now, Even by the stern and direful god of war, Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, Who conquers where he comes in every jar; 100 Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have. 'Over my altars hath he hung his lance, His batter'd shield, his uncontrolled crest, 104 And for my sake hath learn'd to sport and dance, To toy, to wanton, dally, smile, and jest; 109 Scorning his churlish drum and ensign red, Making my arms his field, his tent my bed. "Thus he that overrul'd I oversway'd, Leading him prisoner in a red-rose chain: Strong-temper'd steel his stronger strength Yet was he servile to my coy disdain. obey'd, 112 O! be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, For mastering her that foil'd the god of fight. "Touch but my lips with those fair lips of thine, 96 But having no defects, why dost abhor me? |