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Rare as you seem to be!
[She moves. Thai.
O dear Diana, Where am I ? Where's my lord? What world is this?
2 Gent. Is not this strange? 1 Gent.
Most rare. Cer.
Hush, gentle neighbours ; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. Get linen ; now this matter must be look'd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come; And Æsculapius guide us !
[Exeunt carrying THAIS A away.
Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House.
Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA,
and MARINA Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness ! The gods Make
the rest upon you! Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you
mortally, Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. Dion.
O your sweet queen! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her
hither, To have bless'd mine eyes ! Per.
We cannot but obey The powers above us. Could I
and roar As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
The gods revenge
Must be as 'tis, My babe Marina (whom
Fear not, my lord : Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,)
child be thought on. If neglection
upon me and mine, To the end of generation! Per.
I believe you;
I have one myself,
Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o'the
3 Favour. 4 The common people.
The gentlest winds of heaven.
I will embrace
[Exeunt. SCENE IV.
Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House.
Enter CERIMON and THAISA.
Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels; you
coffer : which are now At your command. Know you the character?
Thai. It is my lord's.
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak;
Thui. My recompense is thanks, that's all ; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.
Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Welcom'd to his own desire. His woful queen leave at Ephess, To Dian there a votaress. Now to Marina bend your mind, Whom our fast growing scene must find At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd In musick, letters; who hath gain'd Of education all the grace, Which makes her both the heart and place Of general wonder. But alack ! That monster envy, oft the wrack Of earned praise, Marina's life Seeks to take off by treason's knife. And in this kind hath our Cleon One daughter, and a wench full grown, Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid Hight8 Philoten : and it is said For certain in our story, she Would ever with Marina be: Be't when she weay'd the sleided"9 silk With fingers, long, small, white as milk ; Or when she would with sharp neeld' wound The cambrick, which she made more sound By hurting it; or when to the lute She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records with moan; or when
* Sings. 3 Accomplished, perfect. Prepared.