2 Gent. Is not this strange?

1 Gent.

Cer.

Most rare.

Hush, gentle neighbours;

Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear

her.

Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to,
For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come;
And Esculapius guide us!

[Exeunt, carrying Thaisa away.

SCENE III.

THARSUS. A ROOM IN CLEON'S HOUSE.

Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, Lychorida, and Marina.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be

gone;

My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,

Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,

Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Dion.

O your sweet queen!

That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought

her hither,

To have bless'd mine eyes!

Per.

We cannot but obey

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
Must be as 'tis. Mybabe Marina (whom,
For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so,) here
I charge your charity withal, and leave her
The infant of your care; beseeching you

To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

Cle.

Fear not, my lord:

Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,)

Must in your child be thought on.

If neglection Should therein make me vile, the common body,

By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty:
But if to that my nature need a spur,

The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation!

Per.

I believe you;

Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honour all,

Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,

Though I show will in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care

In bringing up my child.

Dion.

I have one myself,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,

Than yours, my lord.

Per.

Madam, my thanks and prayers.

Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge

o'the shore;

Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and
The gentlest winds of heaven.

Per.

I will embrace

Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O, no tears,
Lychorida, no tears:

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
You may depend hereafter.-Come, my lord.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

EPHESUS. A ROOM IN CERIMON'S HOUSE.

Enter Cerimon and Thaisa.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain

jewels,

Lay with you in your coffer: which are now

At your command.

Know you the character?

Thai. It is my lord's.

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Even on my yearning time; but whether there Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles,

My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,

A vestal livery will I take me to,

And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Diana's temple is not distant far,

Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

Enter Gower.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd, to his own desire.
His woful queen leave at Ephess,
To Dian there a votaress.

Now to Marina bend your mind,

Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In musick, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,

Which makes her both the heart and place

Of general wonder. But alack!

That monster envy, oft the wrȧck
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight Philoten: and it is said

For certain in our story, she

Would ever with Marina be:

Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk
With fingers, long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld wound
The cambrick, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute

She sung, and made the night-bird mute,