In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you murtally, Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. Dion. O your fweet queen! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hi ther, To have blefs'd mine eyes! Per. We cannot but obey Cle. Fear not, my lord: The gods revenge it upon me and mine, Per. I believe you; Till the be married, madam, Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Without your vows. By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Though I fhow will in't. So I take my leave. Good madam, make me bleffed in your care Dion. 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 even to the edge o'the shore; Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and The gentlest winds of heaven. Per. I will embrace Your offer. Come, dear'ft madam.-O, no tears, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace SCENE IV. Ephefus. A Room in Cerimon's House. Enter CERIMON and THAISA. [Exeunt. Cer. Madam, this letter, and fome certain jewels, That I was shipp'd at fea, I well remember, I cannot rightly say: But fince king Pericles, 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 Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine Shall there attend you. Tha. My recompence is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift finall. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter GOWER. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Now to Marina bend your mind, Which makes her both the heart and place Be't when the weav'd the fleided filk She fung, and made the night-bird mute, That ftill records with moan; or when This Philoten contends in skill With the dove of Paphos might the crow All praises, which are paid as debts, The pregnant inftrument of wrath Preft for this blow. The unborn event I do commend to your content: Only I carry winged time Poft on the lame feet of my rhyme; Unless your thoughts went on my way. Dionyza does appear, With Leonine, a murderer, [Exit, SCENE E 2 |