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PERICLES PRINCE OF TYRE Page: 51
You have been noble towards her.
LYSIMACHUS.
Sir, lend me your arm.
PERICLES.
Come, my Marina.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Enter Gower, before the temple of Diana at Ephesus.
GOWER.
Now our sands are almost run;
More a little, and then dumb.
This, my last boon, 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 Mytilene
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 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,
Cur king and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon,
Is by your fancy's thankful doom.
[Exit.]
SCENE III. The temple of Diana at Ephesus; Thaisa standing near
the altar, as high priestess; a number of Virgins on each side;
Cerimon and other inhabitants of Ephesus attending.
[Enter Pericles, with his train; Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina,
and a Lady.]
PERICLES.
Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
I here confess myself 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-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess,
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus
Was nursed with Cleon; who at fourteen years
He sought to murder: but her better stars
Brought her to Mytilene; 'gainst whose shore
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.
THAISA.
Voice and favour!
You are, you are -- O royal Pericles!
[Faints.]
PERICLES.
What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen!
CERIMON.
Noble sir,
If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.
PERICLES.
Reverend appearer, no;
I threw her overboard with these very arms.
CERIMON.
Upon this coast, I warrant you.
PERICLES.
'Tis most certain.
CERIMON.
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