Imatges de pÓgina

In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods


the rest upon you! Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you more

tally, Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. Dion.

O your sweet queen! That the ftrict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hi.

To have bless?d mine eyes !

We cannot but obey
The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea the lies in, yet the end
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom
For she was born at sea, I have nam'd fo) 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.

Fear not, my lord :

that fed my country with your corn, (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,) Must in


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 !

I believe you ;
Your honour and your goodness teach me credit,
Without your vows.

Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
Unsciffar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show will in't. So I take my leave.


Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.

I have one myself,
Who shall not be more dear to my respect,
Than yours, my lord.

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
The gentlest winds of heaven.

I will embrace
Your offer. Come, dear'ft madam.-0, no tears,
Lychorida, no tears :
Look to


little mistress, on whose grace You may depend hereafter.—Come, my lord. [Exeunt.


Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House.


Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Lay with you in your coffer : which are now
At your command. Know you the character ?
Tha. It is


That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even on my yearning time; but whether there
Delivered or no, 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 you speak,
Diana's temple is not distant far,


Where you may 'bide until your date expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

Tba. My recompence is thanks, that's all;
Yet my good will is great, though the gift finall. [Exeunt.




Enter GOWER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd, to his own desire.
His woful queen leave at Ephess,
To Dian there a votaress.
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd
In musick, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,
Which makes her both the 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 hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid
Hight Philoten : and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be:
Be't when she weav'd the fleided silk
With fingers, long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp neeld wound
The cambrick, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,

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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
With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
Lychorida, our nurse, is dead;
And curfed Dionyza hath
The pregnant instrument of wrath
Prest for this blow. The unborn event
I do commend to your content :
Only I carry winged time
Port 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,


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