Act V. Scene
Scene III.The Temple of DIANA at Ephesus;
THAISA standing near the altar, as high
priestess; a number of Virgins on each side;
CERIMON and and other Inhabitants of
Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMAC-
HUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady.
Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just com-
I here confess myself the King of Tyre;
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess!
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus
Was nurs'd with Cleon, whom at fourteen years
He sought to murder; but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene, 'gainst whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard
Where, by her own most clear remembrance,
Made known herself my daughter.
Thai. Voice and favour!
You are, you areO royal Pericles!
Per. What means the nun? she dies! help,
Cer. Noble sir,
If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.
Per. Reverend appearer, no;
I threw her o'erboard with these very arms.
Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.
Per. 'Tis most certain.
Cer. Look to the lady. O! she's but o'er-
Early in blustering morn this lady was
Thrown upon this shore. I op'd the coffin,
Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and
Here in Diana's temple.
Per. May we see them?
Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to
Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is
Thai. O! let me look!
f he be none of mine, my sanctity
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear,
5ut curb it, spite of seeing. O! my lord,
Lre you not Pericles? Like him you speak,
Like him you are. Did you not name a
A birth, and death?
Per. The voice of dead Thaisa!
Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead
Per. Immortal Dian!
Thai. Now I know you better.
When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
The king my father gave you such a ring.
[Shows a ring.
Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your
lakes my past miseries sport: you shall do
That on the touching of her lips I may
Melt and no more be seen. O! come, be buried
I second time within these arms.
Mar. My heart
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to THAISA.
Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy
Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina,
For she was yielded there.
Thai. Bless'd, and mine own!
Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!
Thai. I know you not.
Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly
I left behind an ancient substitute;
Can you remember what I call'd the man?
have nam'd him oft.
Thai. 'Twas Helicanus then.
Per. Still confirmation!
Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.
Now do I long to hear how you were found,
How possibly preserv'd, and whom to thank,
Besides the gods, for this great miracle.
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,
Through whom the gods have shown their
power; that can
From first to last resolve you.
Per. Reverend sir,
The gods can have no mortal officer
More like a god than you. Will you deliver
low this dead queen re-lives?
Cer. I will, my lord.
Beseech you, first go with me to my house.
Where shall be shown you all was found with
How she came placed here in the temple;
No needful thing omitted.
Per. Pure Dian! bless thee for thy vision; I
Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa,
This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now
Makes me look dismal will I clip to form;
And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
To grace thy marriage-day I'll beautify.
Thait. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good
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's the way.
In Antiochus and his daughter you have
Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen
Although assail'd with fortune fierce and
Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with Joy at
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,
That him and his they in his palace burn:
The gods for murder seemed so content
To punish them; although not done, but
So on your patience evermore attending,
New joy wait on you! Here our play hath