Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping. a one My dearest wife was like this maid, and such [square brows; My daughter might have been my queen's | Her stature to an incb; as wand-like straight; As silver-voiced; her eyes as jewer-like, And cased as richly: in pace another Juno; Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry, (you live? The more she gives them speech.- Where do Mar. Where I am but a stranger: from the You may discern the place. [deck Per. Where were you bred? And how achieved you these endowments, You make more rich to owe • ? [which Mar. Should I tell my history, 'Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the rePer. Pr'y thee speak; [porting, Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st look'st Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace For the crown'd truth to dwell in: Pil believe And make my senses credit thy relation, [thee, To points that seem impossible; for thou [friends? Like one I loved indeed. What were thy Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back, [camest (Which was when I perceived thee,) that thou From good descending? Mur. So indeed I did. Per. Report thy parentage. I think, thou Tuon hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury, Per. Tell thy story; • Possess. You said you would believe me; But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end bere. Per. But are you flesh and blood? Have you a working pulse, and are no fairy? No motion ?-Well, speak on, Where were And wherefore call'd Marina ? [you born? Cali'd Marina, Mur. O, stop there a little! This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be. My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well :- where were you bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, leave:- How came you in these parts? where were Mar. The king, my fatlier, did in Tharsus leave me; Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, You think me an impostor. No, good faith; Hel. I know not; but Lys. +i. e., No puppet dressed up to deceive me. As thunder threatens us: This is Marina.- First, sir, I pray, And another life to Pericles, thy father. SCENE II. The same. PERICLES on the Deck asleep; DIANA And do upon mine altar sacrifice. [DIANA disappears. MARINA. Sir. Hel. Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to The inhospitable Cleon; but I am (strike Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter than For other service first: toward Ephesas To say, my mother's name was Thaisa? Turn our blown ‡ sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee Thaisa was my mother, who did end why.[To HELICANUS. The minute I began. [my child. Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore, Per. Now, blessing on thee; rise, thou art And give yon gold for such provision Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Heli-As our intents will need? canus, [been, Per. ing. [music? O heavens bless my girl! But hark! what O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to [music? How sure you are my daughter.-But what The music of the spheres: list, my Marina. Lys. A pillow for his head; So leave him all. Well, my companion friends, If this but answer to my just belief, [Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MA- Lys. With all my heart, sir; and, when you Gote. Now our sands are alınost run; What pageantry, what feats, what shows, To greet the king. So he has thrived, • Repeat a lively narrative of your adventures. Swollen. , Soun, i. e., Pericles. [Exit ti. c., Regent of the silver moon. MACHUS, HELICANUS, MAKINA, and a Leaps to be gone into my mother's boson. Lady. er. Hail Dian! to perform thy just com- I here confess myself the king of Tyre; At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth He sought to murder: but her better stars Brought her to Mitylene; against whose shore Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard [she Where, by her own most clear remembrance, Made known herself my daughter. Tha. Voice and favour!You are you are-O, royal Pericles!— [She faints. Per. What means the woman? she dies! Cer. Noble sir, [help, gentlemen! If have told Diana's altar true, you This is your wife. Per. Reverend appeater, no; I threw her o'erboard with these very armis. Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you. Per. 'Tis most certain. Cer. Look to the lady; O, she's but o'erEarly one blustering morn this lady was [joy'd Thrown on this shore. I oped the coffin, and Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed 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 Thai. O, let me look! [Kneels to HAISA. Per. Look, who kneels here? Flesh of thy flesh, Thaiga; Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina, For she was yielded there. I left behind an ancient substitute. Thai. 'Twas Helicanus then. Per. Still confirmation: Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he. Now do I long to hear how you were found; How possibly preserved: and whom to thank, Besides the gods, for this great miracle. That. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man Throngh whom the gods have shown their power; that can From first to last resolve yon. Per. Reverend sir, 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. Beseech you, first go with me to my house, Where shall be shown you al was found with her; Pure Diana! How she came placed here within the temple; dismal, [ter, 80 Will I, my loved Marina, clip to form; Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet days; Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign. Enter GowER. Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have heard Of monstrous lust the due and just reward; In Pericles, his queen and daughter, seen (Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen,) My heart i. e., Her white robe of innocence. + Sensual passion. i. e., His beard. That this tragedy has some merit, it were vain to deny; but that it is the entire composition of Shakspeare, is more than can be hastily granted. I shall not venture, with Dr. Farmer, to determine that the hand of our great poet is only visible in the last act, for I think it appears in several passages dispersed over each of these divisions. I find it difficult, however, to persuade myself that he was the original fabricator of the plot, or the author of every dialogue, chorus, &c.-STERVENS. The story is of great antiquity, and is related by various ancient authors in Latin, French, and English Enter KENT, GLOSTER, and EDMUND. Kent. I thought, the king had more affected the duke of Albany, than Cornwall. Glo. It did always seem so to us: but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most; for equalities are so weighed, that curiosity in nei ther can make choice of either's moiety t. Kent. Is not this your son, my lord? Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it. Kent. I cannot conceive you. Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed; and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault? Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the issue of it being so proper t Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law, some year elder than this, who yet is no dearer in my account: though this knave came somewhat saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good port at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged. Do you know this noble gentleman, Edmund? Edm. No, my lord. Glo. My lord of Kent: reinember him hereafter as my honourable friend. Edm. My services to your lordship. Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you better. Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. • Most scrupulous nicety. Enter LEAR, CORNWALL, ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, CORDELIA, & Attendants. Leur. Attend the lords of France and BurGloster. Glo. I shall, my liege. [gundy, [Exeunt GLOSTER and EDMUND. Lear. Mean-time we shall express ou darker purpose. [divided, Give me the map there.-Know, that we have In three, our kingdom: and 'tis our fast inteut}} To shake all cares and business from our age Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburden'd crawl toward death.-Our son o Cornwall, And you, our no less loving son of Albany, We have this hour a constant will to publish Our daughters' several dowers, that future strife May be prevented now. The princes, France and Burgundy, Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love, Long in our court have made their amorous sojourn, And here are to be answer'd.-Tell me, my daughters, (Since now we will divest us, both of rule, Gon. honour: As much as child e'er loved, or father found. unable; |