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{\pard\f0\fs28{\fs48 Pericles, Prince of Tyre
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{\b\fs36 Sc.22}
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{\i         Enter Gower\
}{\b \fs24 GOWER\
}       Now our sands are almost run;\
       More a little, and then dumb.\
       This my last boon give me,\
       For such kindness must relieve me,\
       That you aptly will suppose                {\fs20   5}\
       What pageantry, what feats, what shows,\
       What minstrelsy and pretty din\
       The regent made in Mytilene\
       To greet the King. So well he thrived\
       That he is promised to be wived                {\fs20  10}\
       To fair Marina, but in no wise\
       Till he had done his sacrifice\
       As Dian bade, whereto being bound\
       The int'rim, pray you, all confound.\
       In feathered briefness sails are filled,        {\fs20  15}\
       And wishes fall out as they're willed.\
       At Ephesus the temple see:\
{\i         [An altar, Thaisa and other vestals are revealed]\
}       Our king, and all his company.\
{\i         [Enter Pericles, Marina, Lysimachus, Helicanus,\
        Cerimon, with attendants]\
}       That he can hither come so soon\
       Is by your fancies' thankful doom.            {\fs20  20}\
{\i         [Gower stands aside]\
}{\b \fs24 PERICLES\
}       Hail, Dian. To perform thy just command\
       I here confess myself the King of Tyre,\
       Who, frighted from my country, did espouse\
       The fair Thaisa\
{\i         [Thaisa starts]\
}                                     at Pentapolis.\
       At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth        {\fs20  25}\
       A maid child called Marina, who, O goddess,\
       Wears yet thy silver liv'ry. She at Tarsus\
       Was nursed with Cleon, whom at fourteen years\
       He sought to murder, but her better stars\
       Bore her to Mytilene, 'gainst whose shore riding    {\fs20  30}\
       Her fortunes brought the maid aboard our barque,\
       Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she\
       Made known herself my daughter.\
{\b \fs24 THAISA}                                      Voice and favour\'b1\'b1\
       You are, you are\'b1\'b1O royal Pericles!\
{\i         She falls\
}{\b \fs24 PERICLES\
}       What means the nun? She dies. Help, gentlemen!        {\fs20  35}\
{\b \fs24 CERIMON}    Noble sir,\
       If you have told Diana's altar true,\
       This is your wife.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES}        Reverend appearer, no.\
       I threw her overboard with these same arms.\
{\b \fs24 CERIMON\
}       Upon this coast, I warr'nt you.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES}                                  'Tis most certain.    {\fs20  40}\
{\b \fs24 CERIMON\
}       Look to the lady. O, she's but o'erjoyed.\
       Early one blustering morn this lady\
       Was thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,\
       Found there rich jewels, recovered her, and placed her\
       Here in Diana's temple.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES}                  May we see them?            {\fs20  45}\
{\b \fs24 CERIMON\
}       Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,\
       Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is\
       Recovere\'c1d.\
{\b \fs24 THAISA}    O, let me look upon him!\
       If he be none of mine, my sanctity\
       Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,        {\fs20  50}\
       But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,\
       Are you not Pericles? Like him you spake,\
       Like him you are. Did you not name a tempest,\
       A birth and death?\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES}    The voice of dead Thaisa!        {\fs20  55}\
{\b \fs24 THAISA}    That Thaisa\
       Am I, suppose\'c1d dead and drowned.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES}{\i   [taking Thaisa's hand]}    Immortal Dian!\
{\b \fs24 THAISA}    Now I know you better.\
       When we with tears parted Pentapolis,            {\fs20  60}\
       The King my father gave you such a ring.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES\
}       This, this! No more, you gods. Your present kindness\
       Makes my past miseries sports; you shall do well\
       That on the touching of her lips I may\
       Melt, and no more be seen.\'b1\'b1O come, be buried    {\fs20  65}\
       A second time within these arms.\
{\i         [They embrace and kiss]\
}{\b \fs24 MARINA}{\i   (kneeling to Thaisa)}    My heart\
       Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES\
}       Look who kneels here: flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa,\
       Thy burden at the sea, and called Marina\
       For she was yielded there.\
{\b \fs24 THAISA}{\i   [embracing Marina]}    Blessed, and mine own! {\fs20  70}\
{\b \fs24 HELICANUS}{\i   [kneeling to Thaisa]\
}       Hail, madam, and my queen.\
{\b \fs24 THAISA}                            I know you not.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES\
}       You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre,\
       I left behind an ancient substitute.\
       Can you remember what I called the man?\
       I have named him oft.                    {\fs20  75}\
{\b \fs24 THAISA}    'Twas Helicanus then.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES}    Still confirmation.\
       Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.\
       Now do I long to hear how you were found,\
       How possibly preserved, and who to thank\'b1\'b1    {\fs20  80}\
       Besides the gods\'b1\'b1for this great miracle.\
{\b \fs24 THAISA\
}       Lord Cerimon, my lord. This is the man\
       Through whom the gods have shown their pow'r,\
            that can\
       From first to last resolve you.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES}{\i   (to Cerimon)}    Reverend sir,\
       The gods can have no mortal officer            {\fs20  85}\
       More like a god than you. Will you deliver\
       How this dead queen re-lives?\
{\b \fs24 CERIMON}                                I will, my lord.\
       Beseech you, first go with me to my house,\
       Where shall be shown you all was found with her,\
       And told how in this temple she came placed,        {\fs20  90}\
       No needful thing omitted.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES}                      Pure Diana,\
       I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer\
       Nightly oblations to thee.\'b1\'b1Beloved Thaisa,\
       This prince, the fair betrothe\'c1d of your daughter,\
       At Pentapolis shall marry her.                {\fs20  95}\
{\i      (To Marina)}    And now this ornament\
       Makes me look dismal will I clip to form,\
       And what this fourteen years no razor touched,\
       To grace thy marriage day I'll beautify.\
{\b \fs24 THAISA\
}       Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit,        {\fs20 100}\
       Sir, from Pentapolis: my father's dead.\
{\b \fs24 PERICLES\
}       Heav'n 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.\'b1\'b1    {\fs20 105}\
       Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay\
       To hear the rest untold. Sir, lead 's the way.\
{\i         Exeunt [all but Gower]\
}{\b \fs24 GOWER\
}       In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard\
       Of monstrous lust the due and just reward;\
       In Pericles, his queen, and daughter seen,        {\fs20 110}\
       Although assailed with fortune fierce and keen,\
       Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast,\
       Led on by heav'n, and crowned with joy at last.\
       In Helicanus may you well descry\
       A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty.        {\fs20 115}\
       In reverend Cerimon there well appears\
       The worth that learne\'c1d charity aye wears.\
       For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame\
       Had spread their curse\'c1d deed to th' honoured name\
       Of Pericles, to rage the city turn,            {\fs20 120}\
       That him and his they in his palace burn.\
       The gods for murder seeme\'c1d so content\
       To punish that, although not done, but meant.\
       So on your patience evermore attending,\
       New joy wait on you. Here our play has ending.        {\fs20 125}\
{\i         Exit\
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