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Makes my past miseries sport: You shall do well,
O come, be buried
My heart Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to Thaisa. Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh,
Bless’d, and mine own!
I know you not. Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from
'Twas Helicanus then.
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man, Through whom the gods have shown their power;
How this dead queen re-lives?
I will, my lord.
go with me to my house,
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.
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
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;
meant. So, on your patience evermore attending, New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending