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 fpend our following days;
Our fon and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.
Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay,
To hear the reft untold.—Sir, lead the way.
Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have
heard
Of monftrous 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 defcry
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 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,