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-O royal Pericles!-[She faints. Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentlemen!

I threw her o'erboard 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, one blust'ring morn, this lady was

Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and

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,
But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,
Are you not Pericles? Like him you speak,
Like him you are: Did you not name a tempest,
A birth, and death?

4 Sensual passion.

Per.

The voice of dead Thaisa!

Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead,

And drown'd.

Per. Immortal Dian!

Thai.

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 present

kindness

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
A second time within these arms.

Mar. Leaps to be

My heart

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,

For she was yielded there.

Thai.

Bless'd and mine own!

I know you not.

Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!

Thai.

Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from

Tyre,

I left behind an ancient substitute.

Can you remember what I call'd the man?

I have nam'd him oft.

Thai.

'Twas Helicanus then.

Per. Still confirmation :

Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.

Now do I long to hear how you were found;
How possibly preserv'd; and whom to thank,
Besides the gods, for this great miracle.

Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man

Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can

From first to last resolve you.

Per.

Reverend sir,

The gods can have no mortal officer

More like a god than you. Will you deliver

How this dead queen re-lives?

Cer.

I will, my lord.

Beseech you, first go with me to my house,

Where shall be shown you all was found with her; How she came placed here within the temple;

No needful thing omitted.

Per.

Pure Diana!

I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer

My night oblations to thee.

Thaisa,

This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,
This ornament3 that makes me look so dismal,
Will I, my lov❜d Marina, clip to form;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,

To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.

Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, Sir, that my father's dead.

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

queen,

We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
Will in that kingdom spend our following days;

3 i. e. His beard.

Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay,

To hear the rest untold.-Sir, lead the way. [Exeunt.

Enter GoWER.

Gow. In Antioch,4 and his daughter, you have
heard

Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen
(Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,)
Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Helicanus may you well descry

A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty:
In reverend Cerimon there well appears,
The worth that learned charity aye' wears.
For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame
Had spread their cursed deed, and honour'd name
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;

That him and his they in his palace burn.

The gods for murder seemed so content

To punish them; although not done, but meant.
So on your patience evermore attending,

New joy wait on you! Hear our play has ending.

[Exit GoWER.

4 i. e. The king of Antioch.

5 Ever.

That this tragedy has some merit, it were vain to deny; but that it is the entire composition of Shakspeare, is more than can be hastily granted. I shall not venture with Dr. Farmer, to determine that the hand of our great poet is only visible in the last act, for I think it appears in several passages dispersed over each of these divisions. I find it difficult, however, to persuade myself that he was the original fabricator of the plot, or the author of every dialogue, chorus, &c. STEEVENS.

The story is of great antiquity and is related by various an cient authors in Latin, French, and English.