Act V, Scene iii
| 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.: |
| Look to the lady; O, she's but o'er-joy'd. |
| Early in blustering morn this lady was |
| Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin, |
| Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed her |
| Here in Diana's temple. |
| PERICLES.: |
| May we see them? |
| CERIMON.: |
| Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house, |
| Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is |
| Recovered. |
| THAISA.: |
| O, let me look! |
| If he be none of mine, my sanctity |
| Will to my sense bend no licentious ear, |
| But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord, |
| Are you not Pericles? Like him you spake, |
| Like him you are: did you not name a tempest, |
| A birth, and death? |
| PERICLES.: |
| The voice of dead Thaisa! |
| THAISA.: |
| That Thaisa am I, supposed dead |
| And drown'd. |
| PERICLES.: |
| Immortal Dian! |
| THAISA.: |
| Now I know you better, |
| When we with tears parted Pentapolis, |
| The king my father gave you such a ring. |
| [Shows a ring.] |
| PERICLES.: |
| This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness |
| Makes my past miseries sports: you shall do well, |
| That on the touching of her lips I may |
| Melt and no more be seen. O, come, be buried |
| A second time within these arms. |
| MARINA.: |
| My heart |
| Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom. |
| [Kneels to Thaisa.] |
| PERICLES.: |
| Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa; |
| Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina |
| For she was yielded there. |
| THAISA.: |
| Blest, and mine own! |
| HELICANUS.: |
| Hail, madam, and my queen! |
| THAISA.: |
| I know you not. |
| PERICLES.: |
| You have heard me say, when did fly from Tyre, |
| I left behind an ancient substitute: |
| Can you remember what I call'd the man |
| I have named him oft. |
| THAISA.: |
| 'Twas Helicanus then. |
| PERICLES.: |
| Still confirmation: |
| Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he. |
| Now do I long to hear how you were found: |
| How possibly preserved; and who to thank, |
| Besides the gods, for this great miracle. |
| THAISA.: |
| Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man, |
| Through whom the gods have shown their power; that can |
| From first to last resolve you. |
| PERICLES.: |
| Reverend sir, |
| The gods can have no mortal officer |
| More like a god than you. Will you deliver |
| How this dead queen re-lives? |
| CERIMON.: |
| I will, my lord |
| Beseech you, first go with me to my house, |
| Where shall be shown you all was found with her; |
| How she came placed here in the temple; |
| No needful thing omitted. |
| PERICLES.: |
| Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! I |
| Will offer night-oblations to thee. Thaisa, |
| This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, |
| Shall marry her at Pentapolis. And now, |
| This ornament |
| Makes me look dismal will I clip to form; |
| And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd |
| To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify. |
| THAISA.: |
| Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir, |
| My father's dead. |
| PERICLES.: |
| 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's the way. |
| [Exeunt.] |
| [Enter Gower.] |
| GOWER.: |
| In Antiochus 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, |
| Virtue preserved from fell destruction's blast, |
| Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last: |
| In Helicanus may you well descry |
| 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 cursed 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 seemed so content |
| To punish them although not done but meant. |
| So, on your patence evermore attending, |
| New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending. |
| [Exit.] |
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