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This, my last boon, give me,
For such kindness must relieve me,
What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
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,
Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
Was nursed with Cleon; who at fourteen years
Voice and favour!
You are, you are-O royal Pericles! [Faints. Per. What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen!
Cer. 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.
"Tis most certain. 20 Cer. Look to the lady; O, she's but o'erjoyed. Early in blustering morn this lady was
Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed
Here in Diana's temple.
May we see them ?
Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my
Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is
Thai. O, let me look!
If he be none of mine, my sanctity
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
The voice of dead Thaisa!
Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
Per. Immortal Dian!
Now I know you better.
When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
The king my father gave you such a ring.
[Shows a ring.
Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your
Makes my past miseries sports: you shall do well,
That on the touching of her lips I may
Melt and no more be seen. O, come, be buried
[Kneels to Thaisa.
Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy
Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina
For she was yielded there.
Blest, and mine own!
I know you not.
Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!
Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly
I left behind an ancient substitute:
Can you remember what I call'd the man?
I have named him oft.
'Twas Helicanus then.
Per. Still confirmation:
Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.
Now do I long to hear how you were found;
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,
Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
Where shall be shown you all was found with her ;
Per. Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision!
Makes me look dismal will I clip to form;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,
My father's dead.
Per. Heavens make a star of him!
We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
To hear the rest untold: sir, lead's the way.
Gow. In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen,
A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd name
That him and his they in his palace burn;
The gods for murder seemed so content
To punish them; although not done, but meant.
New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.