[She moves. O dear Diana, Rare as you seem to be! Thai. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? 2 Gent. Is not this strange? 1 Gent. Cer. Most rare. Hush, gentle neighbours ; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. Tharsus. [Exeunt carrying THAISA away. SCENE III. 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 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 Cle. The gods revenge it upon me and mine, Per. I believe you; Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, 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 3 Favour. 4 The common people. 5 Appear wilful, perverse by such conduct. 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 SCENE IV. [Exeunt. Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House. Enter CERIMON and THAISA. At your Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with you in coffer which are now command. Know you the character? your 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; 7 Groaning. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter Gower. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, His woful queen leave at Ephess, Now to Marina bend your mind, Which makes her both the heart and place That monster envy, oft the wrack For certain in our story, she Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk She sung, and made the night-bird mute, 8 Called. VOL. IX. 9 Untwisted. 1 Needle. That still records with moan; or when This Philoten contends in skill. With the dove of Paphos might the crow The pregnant 4 instrument of wrath Prest for this blow. The unborn event 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. [Erit. * Sings. 3 Accomplished, perfect. 4 Prepared. 5 Ready. |