SCENE III.
Tharsus. A room in Cleon's house.
Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, Lychorida, and Marina.
Per.
Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;
My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. You and your lady
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!
Cle.
Your shakes of fortune, though they haunt you mortally4 note
,
Yet glance full wond'ringly on us.
-- 89 --
Dion.
O your sweet queen!
That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither,
To have blest mine eyes with her!
Per.
We cannot but
Obey the powers above us. Could I rage
And roar as doth the sea she lies in, yet
The end must be as 'tis. My gentle babe,
Marina, (whom, for she was born at sea,
I have nam'd so here) I charge your charity
Withal, leaving her the infant of your care;
Beseeching you to give her princely training,
That she may be manner'd as she is born.9Q1323
Cle.
Fear not, my lord; but think,
Your grace5 note
, that fed my country with your corn,
(For which the people's prayers still fall upon you)
-- 90 --
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection
Should therein make me vile6 note
, the common body,
By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty:
But if to that my nature need a spur7 note
,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation!
Per.
I believe you;
Your honour and your goodness teach me to it8 note
,
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
Unsister'd shall this heir of mine remain,
Though I shew will in't9 note
. So I take my leave:
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.
-- 91 --
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 Neptune1 note
, and
The gentlest winds of heaven.
Per.
I will embrace
Your offer. Come, dearest madam.—O, no tears,
Lychorida, no tears:
Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
You may depend hereafter.—Come, my lord.
[Exeunt.
Edmond Malone [1780], Supplement to the edition of Shakspeare's plays published in 1778 By Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. In two volumes. Containing additional observations by several of the former commentators: to which are subjoined the genuine poems of the same author, and seven plays that have been ascribed to him; with notes By the editor and others (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10911].
