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 aud roar As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom, For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so), here To give her princely training, that she may be 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 bodyt, By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty: * Favour. + The common people. But if to that my nature need a spur, I believe you; Per. Dion. 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 Neptunet, and 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? Appear wilful, perverse by such conduct. + Insidious waves that wear a treacherous smile. Thai. It is my lord's. That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, 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. 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, Now to Marina bend your mind, Which makes her both the heart and place * Groaning. Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid For certain in our story, she Would ever with Marina be: Be't when she weav'd the sleided + silk She sung, and made the night-bird mute, With the dove of Paphos might the crow The pregnant¶ instrument of wrath I do commend to your content: Only I carry winged time Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; Which never could I so convey, Unless your thoughts went on my way. Dionyza does appear, With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. ‡ Needle. Accomplished, perfect. SCENE I. Tharsus. An open place near the sea-shore. Enter Dionyza and Leonine. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it: 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature Here Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus* of her weed, To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Whirring me from my friends. Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not The earth. |