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 ornament 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;
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, 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! Here our play has [Exit Gower.

ending.