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J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].
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SCENE II. The Same. Pericles on the Deck asleep; Diana appearing to him in a vision.

Dia.
My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither,
And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
There, when my maiden priests are met together,
Before the people all,
Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call,
And give them repetition to the life5 note.
Or perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe:
Do't, and be happy6 note, by my silver bow.
Awake, and tell thy dream.
[Diana disappears.

Per.
Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
I will obey thee!—Helicanus!

-- 358 --

Enter Lysimachus, Helicanus, and Marina.

Hel.
Sir.

Per.
My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike
The inhospitable Cleon; but I am
For other service first: toward Ephesus
Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.—
Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
And give you gold for such provision
As our intents will need?

Lys.
Sir, with all my heart, and when you come ashore,
I have another suit7 note.

Per.
You shall prevail,
Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems
You have been noble towards her.

Lys.
Sir, lend your arm.

Per.
Come, my Marina.
[Exeunt. Enter Gower, before the Temple of Diana at Ephesus.

[Epilogue]

Gow.
Now our sands are almost run;
More a little, and then dumb.
This, as my last boon8 note, give me,
For such kindness must relieve me,
That you aptly will suppose
What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
The regent made in Mitylen,
To greet the king. So he thriv'd,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd
To fair Marina; but in no wise
Till he had done his sacrifice,

-- 359 --


As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.
In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd,
And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
At Ephesus, the temple see,
Our king, and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful doom. [Exit.
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J. Payne Collier [1842–1844], The works of William Shakespeare. The text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions: with the various readings, notes, a life of the poet, and a history of the Early English stage. By J. Payne Collier, Esq. F.S.A. In eight volumes (Whittaker & Co. [etc.], London) [word count] [S10101].
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