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Thaisa was my mother, who did end
The minute I began.

Per. Now, blessing on thee; rise: thou art my


Give me fresh garments.

Mine own, Helicanus,

(Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been

By savage Cleon) she shall tell thee all;
When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowlege,
She is thy very princess.-Who is this?
Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.


I embrace you, sir.

Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding.
O Heavens, bless my girl! But hark, what music?
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him

O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
How sure you are my daughter.-But what music?
Hel. My lord, I hear none.

Per. None?

The music of the spheres: list, my Marina.

Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way.

Per. Rarest sounds!

Do ye not hear ?


Music? My lord, I hear

Per. Most heavenly music :

It nips me unto listening, and thick slumber

Hangs on mine eyelids: let me rest.

Lys. A pillow for his head.

[he sleeps.

[the curtain before the pavilion of Pericles is closed.

So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,

I'll well remember you.

[Exeunt Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina, and attendant Lady.


The same.

PERICLES on the deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him as in a vision.

Diana. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee thither,

And do upon mine altar sacrifice.

There, when my maiden priests are met together,

Before the people all,

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife :

To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
And give them repetition to the life.

Perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe;

Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow.
Awake, and tell thy dream.

[Diana disappears.

Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,

I will obey thee !—Helicanus!




Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike

The inhospitable Cleon; but I am

For other service first: toward Ephesus

Turn our blown sails; eftsoons1 I'll tell thee why.

[to Helicanus.

Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,

And give you gold for such provision

As our intents will need?

Lys. With all my heart, sir; and when you come ashore,

I have another suit.


You shall prevail,

Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems,

You have been noble towards her.


Per. Come, my Marina.

Sir, lend your arm.


Enter GOWER, before the temple of Diana at Ephesus.

Gower. Now our sands are almost run;

More a little, and then dumb.

This, as my last boon, give me;

(For such kindness must relieve me)

That you aptly will suppose

What pageantry, what feats, what shows,

What minstrelsy, and pretty din,

The regent made in Mitylin,

To greet the king. So he has thrived,
That he is promised to be wived
To fair Marina; but in no wise,
Till he had done his sacrifice,

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As Dian bade; whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.1
In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd,
And wishes fall out as they 're will'd.
At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our king, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful doom.



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 command, I here confess myself the king of Tyre;

Who, frighted from my country, did wed

The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis.

At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
A maid-child call'd Marina, who, O goddess,
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tharsus
Was nursed with Cleon, whom at fourteen years
He sought to murder; but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene, against whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,

1 Consume.

2 i. e. her white robe of innocence.

Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.


You are, you are-O royal Pericles!

Voice and favor!

[she faints.

Per. What means the woman? 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 o'erboard with these very arms.
Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.


'Tis most certain.

Cer. Look to the lady.-O, she 's but o'erjoy'd.

Early, one blustering morn, this lady was

Thrown on this shore. I oped the coffin, and

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 1 bend no licentious ear,

1 Sensual passion.

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