Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she Thai. Voice and favour!You are, you are-O royal Pericles!- [She faints. Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentlemen! Cer. Noble sir, If you have told Diana's altar true, This is your wife. Per. Reverend appearer, no; I threw her o'erboard with these very arms. Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. Per. 'Tis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady;-O, she 's but o'erjoy'd. Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was Thrown on this shore. 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 see them? Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house, Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is Recover'd. Thai. O, let me look! If he be none of mine, my sanctity Per. The voice of dead Thaisa! Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed 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 such a ring. [Shows a ring. Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness Makes my past miseries sport: You shall do well, Melt, and no more be seen. Q, come be buried A second time within these arms. Mar. My heart Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom. [Kneels to THAI. Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh Thaisa; Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina, Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute. 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 Thaisa; this is he. Now do I long to hear how you were found; 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 sir, The gods can have no mortal officer More like a god than you. Will you deliver Cer. I will, my lord. Where shall be shown you all was found with her, Per. Pure Diana! I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd, 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 son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. Lord Cerimon, we do our longing stay, To hear the rest untold.—Sir, lead the way. Enter Gower. [Exeunt. Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard Of monstrous lust the due and just reward: A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty: That him and his they in his palace burn. |