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

Lyf.

Per. Come, my Marina.

Sir, lend your arm.

[Exeunt.

Enter GOWER, before the Temple of Diana at Ephefus.

Gow. Now our fands are almost run;

More a little, and then done.

This, as my last boon, give me,

(For fuch kindness must relieve me,)

That you aptly will suppose

What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
What minstrelfy, and pretty din,

The regent made in Mitylin,

To greet the king. So he has thriv'd,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd
To fair Marina; but in no wife,
Till he had done his facrifice,

As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.
In feather'd briefnefs fails are fill'd,
And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
At Ephefus, the temple fee,
Our king, and all his company.
That he can hither come fo foon,
Is by your fancy's thankful boon,

Exit.

SCENE III.

The Temple of Diana at Ephefus; THAISA standing near the altar, as high priestess; a number of virgins on each fide ; CERIMON and other inhabitants of Ephefus attending.

Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a Lady.

Per. Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command, I here confess myself the king of Tyre;

Who, frighted from my country, did wed

The fair Thaifa, at Pentapolis.

At fea in childbed died the, but brought forth
A maid child called Marina; who, O goddess,
Wears yet thy filver livery. She at Tharfus
Was nurs'd with Cleon; whom at fourteen years
He fought to murder: but her better stars
Brought her to Mitylene; against whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.

Thai.

Voice and favour!

You are, you are-O royal Pericles!—

[She faints. Per. What means the woman? fhe dies! help, gentle

Reverend appearer, no;

I threw her o'erboard with these very arms.
Cer. Upon this coaft, I warrant you.
Per.

'Tis moft certain.

Cer.

Cer. Look to the lady ;-O, she's but o'erjoy'd. Early, one bluft'ring morn, this lady was

Thrown on this fhore. I op'd the coffin, and

Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and plac'd her Here in Diana's temple.

Per.

May we fee them?

Cer. Great fir, they shall be brought you to my house, Whither I invite you. Look! Thaifa is Recover'd.

Thai. O, let me look!

If he be none of mine, my fanctity
Will to my fenfe bend no licentious ear,
But curb it, spite of feeing. O, my lord,
Are you not Pericles? Like him you speak,
Like him you are: Did you not name a tempeft,
A birth, and death?

Per.

The voice of dead Thaifa!

Thai. That Thaifa am I, fuppofed dead,

And drown'd.

Per. Immortal Dian!

Thai.

Now I know you better.

When we with tears parted Pentapolis,

The king, my father, gave you fuch a ring.

[Shows a ring.

Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your prefent

Makes my past miseries sport: You fhall do well,

That on the touching of her lips I may

Melt, and no more be feen. O come, be buried
A fecond time within these arms.

Mar.

My heart

Leaps to be gone into my mother's bofom.

[Kneels to THAISA

Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaifa;

Thy

Thy burden at the fea, and call'd Marina,

For fhe was yielded there.

Thai.

Blefs'd, and mine own!

I know you not.

Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen!

Thai.

Per. You have heard me fay, when I did fly from Tyre,

I left behind an ancient fubftitute.

Can you remember what I call'd the man?

I have nam'd him oft.

Thai.

'Twas Helicanus then.

Per. Still confirmation:

Embrace him, dear Thaifa; this is he.

Now do I long to hear how you were found;
How poffibly preferv'd; and whom to thank,
Befides the gods, for this great miracle.

Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man,

Through whom the gods have shown their power; that

can

From first to last resolve you.

Per.

Reverend fir,

The gods can have no mortal officer

More like a god than you. Will you deliver
How this dead queen re-lives?

Cer.

I will, my lord.

Befeech you, first go with me to my house,

Where shall be shown you all was found with her;

How fhe came placed here within the temple;

No needful thing omitted.

Per.

Pure Diana!

I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer

My night oblations to thee. Thaifa,

This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter,
Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now,

This ornament that makes me look so dismal,

Will I, my lov'd Marina, clip to form;

And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd,
To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.

Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit,
Sir, that my father's dead.

Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen,

We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves
Will in that kingdom spend our following days;
Our fon and daughter fhall in Tyrus reign.
Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay,
To hear the reft untold.-Sir, lead the way.

Enter GOWER.

[Exeunt.

Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have
heard

Of monstrous luft the due and just reward:
In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen
(Although affail'd with fortune fierce and keen,)
Virtue preferv'd from fell destruction's blast,
Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
In Helicanus 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 fpread their curfed deed, and honour'd name
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;

That him and his they in his palace burn.
The gods for murder feemed fo content

To punish them; although not done, but meant.
So, on your patience evermore attending,
New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending.
[Exit GOWER.