Enter Gower.
Now our sands are almost run,
More a little, and then dum.
This my last boon give me,
For such kindness must relieve me:
That you aptly will suppose,
What pageantry, what feats, what shews,
What Minstrelsie, what pretty din,
The Regent made in Metalin,
To greet the King; so he thrived,
That he is promised to be wived
To fair Marina, but in no wise,
Till he had done his sacrifice,
As Dian bad, whereto being bound,
The Interim pray, you all confound.
In fether'd briefness sayls are fill'd,
And wishes fall out as their will'd.
At Ephesus the Temple see,
Our King, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancies thankfull doom.
Exit.
Enter Pericles, Lysimachus, Hellicanus, Marina, and others.
Per.
Hail Dian, to performe thy just command,
I here confess my self 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 childe called Marina, whom, O goddesse,
wears yet thy silver livery, she at Tharsus was nurst with
Cleon, who at fourteen years he sought to murder, but her
better stars brought her to Metaline, 'gainst whose shore
riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard to us, where
by her own most clear remembrance, she made known
her self my daughter.
Th.
Voice and favour, you are, you are, O royal Pericles.
Per.
What means the woman? she dies, help gentlemen.
Cer.
Sir, if you have told Diana's Altar true, this is
your wife.
Per.
Reverend appearer, no, I threw her over-board
with these very armes.
Cer.
Upon this Coast, I warrant you.
Per.
'Tis most certain.
Cer.
Look to the Lady; O she's but over joy'd.
Early in blust'ring morn, this Lady was thrown upon
this shore. I opened the Coffin, found these rich jewels,
recovered her, and placed her here in Diana's Temple.
Per.
May we see them?
Cer.
Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
whether I invite you, look, Thaisa is recovered.
Thai.
O let me look if he none of mine, my sanctity,
will to my sence bend no licentious ear, but curb it spight
of seeing: O my Lord, are you not Pericles? like him
you speak, like him you are: did you not name a tempest,
a birth, and death?
Per.
The voice of dead Thaisa.
Thai.
That Thaisa am I, supposed dead and drown'd.
Per.
Immortal Dian!
Thai.
Now I know you better, when we with tears parted
Pentapolis, the King my father gave yon such a ring.
Per.
This, this, no more, you gods, your present
kindnesse makes my past miseries sport, you shall do
well, that on the touching of her lips I may melt, and
no more be seen; O come, be buried a second time within
these armes.
Mar.
My heart leaps to be gone into my mothers
bosome.
Per.
Look who kneels here, flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa,
thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina, for she was
yielded there.
Thai.
Blest, and mine own.
Hell.
Hail Madam, and my Queen.
Thai.
I know you not.
Per.
You have heard me say when I did flye from
Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute; can you remember
what I call'd the man, I have nam'd him oft.
Thai.
'Twas Hellicanus then.
Per.
Still confirmation, embrace him dear Thaisa,
this is he, now do I long to hear how you were found?
how possibly preserved? and who to thank (besides the
gods) for this great miracle?
Thai.
Lord Cerimon, my Lord, this man through
whom the gods have shewn their power, that can from
first to last resolve you.
Per.
Reverend sir, the gods can have no mortal officer
more like a god then you, will you deliver how this
dead Queen re-lives?
Cer.
I will, my Lord, beseech you first go with me unto
my house, where shall be shewn you all was found with
her; how she came plac'st here in the Temple, no needfull
thing omitted.
Per.
Pure Dian blesse thee for thy vision, I will offer
night oblations to thee; Thaisa, this Prince, the fair betrothed
of your daughter, shall marry at Pentapolis, and
now this ornament that makes me look dismal, will I clip
to forme, and what this fourteen years no razor toucht,
to grace thy marriage day, I'le beautifie.
Thai.
Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, Sir,
my father's dead.
Per.
Heavens make a Star of him, yet here, my Queen,
we'll celebrate their Nuptials, and our selves will in that
kingdome spend our following dayes; 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.
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Gower.
In Antiochus and his daughter, you have heard
Of monstrous lust, the due and just reward:
In Pericles his Queen and daughter seen,
Although assayl'd with Fortune fierce and keen,
Vertue preserved from fell destructions blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Hellicanus 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 honor'd name
Of Pericles, to rage the City turn,
That him and his, they in his Pallace burn:
The gods for murder seemed so content,
To punish, although not done, but meant.
So on your patiences ever more attending,
New joy wait on you, here our play hath ending.
