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. [Exeunt, carrying Thaisa away. SCENE III.--Tharsus. A room in Cleon's Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, Lychorida, and Marina. house. 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 and 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 I charge your charity withal, and leave her The infant of your care; beseeching you To give her princely training, that she may be Manner'd as she is born. 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 body,2 (1) Favour. (2) The common people. By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty: I believe you; Per. Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Dion. 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,2 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, That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, (1) Appear wilful, perverse by such conduct. I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, 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, Whom our fast growing scene must find In music, letters; who hath gain'd Of education all the grace, Which makes her both the heart and place That monster envy, oft the wrack Of earned praise, Marina's life (1) Called. Be't when she weav'd the sleided1 silk She sung, and made the night-bird mute, This Philoten contends in skill With the dove of Paphos might the crow The pregnant instrument of wrath Prests for this blow. The unborn event I do commend to your content: Only I carry winged time Post on the laine 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. 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. Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Leon. I am resolv'd. Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus1 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 Mar. No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your servant. Come, come, (1) The earth. (2) Countenance, look. (3) i. e. Ere the sea, by the coming in of the tide mar your walk. |