See how she gins
To blow into life's flower again!
1. GENT.
The heavens,
Through you, increase our wonder, and sets up
Your fame for ever.
CER.
She is alive; behold
Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost, begin to part
Their fringes of bright gold. The diamonds
Of a most praised water doth appear,
To make the world twice rich. Live, and make
Us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
Rare as you seem to be.
She moves.
THAI.
O dear Diana,
Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?
2. GENT.
Is not this strange?
1. GENT.
Most rare.
CER.
Hush, my gentle neighbors!
Lend me your hands. To the next chamber bear her.
Get linen. Now this matter must be look'd to,
For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;
And Aesculapius guide us!
They carry her away. Exeunt omnes.
[Scene III]
Enter Pericles at Tharsus with Cleon and Dionyza [and Lychorida with Marina in her arms].
PER.
Most honor'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 shakes of fortune, though they haunt you mortally,
Yet glance full wond'ringly on us.
DION.
O your sweet queen!
That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither
To have blest mine eyes with her!
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 gentle babe Marina, whom,
For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so, here
I charge your charity withal; leaving 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, but think
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,
By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty;
But if to that my nature need a spur,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine
To the end of generation!
PER.
I believe you,
Your honor and your goodness teach me to't
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honor, all
[Unscissor'd] shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show [ill] in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.
DIM.
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 e'en to the edge a' th' shore,
Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune and
The gentlest winds of heaven.
PER.
I will embrace
Your offer. Come, dearest 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]
Enter Cerimon and Thaisa.
CER.
Madam, this letter and some certain jewels
Lay with you in your coffer, which are
At your command. Know you the character?
THAI.
It is my lord's.
That I was shipp'd at sea I well remember,
Even on my [eaning] time, but whether there
Delivered, by the holy gods
I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
A vestal livery will I take me to,
And never more have joy.
CER.
Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,
Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may abide till your date expire.
Moreover if you please a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.
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 arriv'd at Tyre,
Welcom'd and settled to his own desire.
His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus,
Unto Diana there 's a votaress.
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In music's letters, who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,
Which makes [her] both th' [heart] and place
Of general wonder. But alack,
That monster Envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
[Seeks] to take off by treason's knife,
And in this kind: our Cleon hath
One daughter, and a full-grown wench,
Even [ripe] for marriage [rite]; this maid
Hight Philoten, and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be:
Be't when they weav'd the sleided silk
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp needle wound
The cambric, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to th' lute
She sung, and made the night[-bird] mute,
That still records with moan; or when
She would with rich and constant pen
Vail to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill
With absolute Marina: so
The dove of Paphos might with the crow
Vie feathers white.
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