Dion.
Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone^{8 note}
?

Cle.
O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!

Dion.
I think
You'll turn a child again.

Cle.
Were I chief lord of all the spacious world,
I'd give it to undo the deed^{9 note}

Becoming well thy feat^{1 note}

Dion.
That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
To foster it, nor ever to preserve^{3 note}




.
She died at night^{4 note}

Unless you play the impious innocent^{6 note}

Cle.
O, go to. Well, well,
Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.

Dion.
Be one of those, that think
The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence^{7 note},
And open this to Pericles. I do shame
To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how coward a spirit^{8 note}

Cle.
To such proceeding
Who ever but his approbation added,
Though not his pre-consent^{9 note}




, he did not flow
From honourable courses.

Dion.
Be it so then:
Yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
She did disdain my child^{1 note}

Not worth the time of day^{3 note}
. It pierc'd me thorough;
And though you call my course unnatural^{4 note}

,
You not your child well loving, yet I find,
It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter^{5 note}


.

Cle.
Heavens forgive it!

Dion.
And as for Pericles,
What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
And even yet we mourn: her monument
Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expence 'tis done.

Cle.
Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, doth with thine angel's face,
Seize with thine eagle's talons^{6 note}

Dion.
You are like one, that superstitiously
Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies^{7 note}

Enter Gower, before the Monument of Marina at Tharsus.

Gow.
Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
Sail seas in cockles^{8 note}

By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
To use one language, in each several clime,
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you,
To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you
The stages of our story^{1 note}

(Attended on by many a lord and knight,)
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late^{3 note}

Like motes and shadows see them move awhile^{5 note}
;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile. Dumb show. Enter at one door, Pericles with his Train; Cleon and Dionyza at the other. Cleon shows Pericles the Tomb of Marina; whereat Pericles makes lamentation, puts on Suckcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then Cleon and Dionyza retire.

Gow.
See how belief may suffer by foul show!
This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe^{6 note}

And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershow'r'd,
Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears^{7 note}