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ACT V. - William Shakespeare, Pericles Prince of Tyre [1609]

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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare), ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. (Oxford University Press, 1916).

Part of: The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (The Oxford Shakespeare)

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ACT V.

EnterGower.

Marina thus the brothel ’scapes, and chances

Into an honest house, our story says.

She sings like one immortal, and she dances

As goddess-like to her admired lays;

Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld composes

Nature’s own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry,

That even her art sisters the natural roses;

Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry;

That pupils lacks she none of noble race,

Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain

She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;

And to her father turn our thoughts again,

Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost,

Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv’d

Here where his daughter dwells: and on this coast

Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv’d

God Neptune’s annual feast to keep; from whence

Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,

His banners sable, trimm’d with rich expense;

And to him in his barge with fervour hies.

In your supposing once more put your sight

Of heavy Pericles; think this his bark:

Where what is done in action, more, if might,

Shall be discover’d; please you, sit and hark.

[Exit.

Scene I.—

On boardPericlesShip, off Mitylene. A Pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it;Pericleswithin it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel.

Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to themHelicanus.

Tyr. Sail.

[To the Sailor of Mitylene.] Where’s the Lord Helicanus? he can resolve you.

O! here he is.—

Sir, there’s a barge put off from Mitylene,

And in it is Lysimachus, the governor,

Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?

Hel.

That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.

Tyr. Sail.

Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.

Enter two or three Gentlemen.

First Gent.

Doth your lordship call?

Hel.

Gentlemen, there’s some of worth would come aboard;

I pray ye, greet them fairly.

[Gentlemen and Sailors descend, and go on board the barge.

Enter from thence,Lysimachusand Lords; the Gentlemen and the two Sailors.

Tyr. Sail.

Sir,

This is the man that can, in aught you would,

Resolve you.

Lys.

Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!

Hel.

And you, sir, to outlive the age I am,

And die as I would do.

Lys.

You wish me well.

Being on shore, honouring of Neptune’s triumphs,

Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,

I made to it to know of whence you are.

Hel.

First, what is your place?

Lys.

I am the governor of this place you lie before.

Hel.

Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;

A man who for this three months hath not spoken

To any one, nor taken sustenance

But to prorogue his grief.

Lys.

Upon what ground is his distemperature?

Hel.

’Twould be too tedious to repeat;

But the main grief springs from the loss

Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lys.

May we not see him?

Hel.

You may;

But bootless is your sight: he will not speak

To any.

Lys.

Yet let me obtain my wish.

Hel.

Behold him. [Periclesdiscovered.] This was a goodly person,

Till the disaster that, one mortal night,

Drove him to this.

Lys.

Sir king, all hail! the gods preserve you!

Hall, royal sir!

Hel.

It is in vain; he will not speak to you.

First Lord.

Sir,

We have a maid in Mitylene, I durst wager,

Would win some words of him.

Lys.

’Tis well bethought.

She questionless with her sweet harmony

And other chosen attractions, would allure,

And make a battery through his deafen’d ports

Which now are midway stopp’d:

She is all happy as the fair’st of all,

And with her fellow maids is now upon

The leafy shelter that abuts against

The island’s side.

[Whispers first Lord, who puts off in the barge ofLysimachus.

Hel.

Sure, all’s effectless; yet nothing we’ll omit,

That bears recovery’s name. But, since your kindness

We have stretch’d thus far, let us beseech you,

That for our gold we may provision have,

Wherein we are not destitute for want,

But weary for the staleness.

Lys.

O! sir, a courtesy,

Which if we should deny, the most just gods

For every graff would send a caterpillar,

And so afflict our province. Yet once more

Let me entreat to know at large the cause

Of your king’s sorrow.

Hel.

Sit, sir, I will recount it to you;

But see, I am prevented.

Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, withMarina,and a young Lady.

Lys.

O! here is

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!

Is’t not a goodly presence?

Hel.

She’s a gallant lady.

Lys.

She’s such a one, that were I well assur’d

Came of a gentle kind and noble stock,

I’d wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed.

Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty

Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:

If that thy prosperous and artificial feat

Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,

Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay

As thy desires can wish.

Mar.

Sir, I will use

My utmost skill in his recovery,

Provided

That none but I and my companion maid

Be suffer’d to come near him.

Lys.

Come, let us leave her;

And the gods make her prosperous!

[Marinasings.

Lys.

Mark’d he your music?

Mar.

No, nor look’d on us.

Lys.

See, she will speak to him.

Mar.

Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.

Per.

Hum! ha!

Mar.

I am a maid,

My lord, that ne’er before invited eyes,

But have been gaz’d on like a comet; she speaks,

My lord, that, may be, hath endur’d a grief

Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh’d.

Though wayward Fortune did malign my state,

My derivation was from ancestors

Who stood equivalent with mighty kings;

But time hath rooted out my parentage,

And to the world and awkward casualties

Bound me in servitude.—[Aside.] I will desist;

But there is something glows upon my cheek,

And whispers in mine ear, ‘Go not till he speak.’

Per.

My fortunes—parentage—good parentage—

To equal mine!—was it not thus? what say you?

Mar.

I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,

You would not do me violence.

Per.

I do think so. Pray you, turn your eyes upon me.

You are like something that—What country-woman?

Here of these shores?

Mar.

No, nor of any shores;

Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am

No other than I appear.

Per.

I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.

My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one

My daughter might have been: my queen’s square brows;

Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;

As silver-voic’d; her eyes as jewel-like,

And cas’d as richly; in pace another Juno;

Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry,

The more she gives them speech. Where do you live?

Mar.

Where I am but a stranger; from the deck

You may discern the place.

Per.

Where were you bred?

And how achiev’d you these endowments, which

You make more rich to owe?

Mar.

Should I tell my history, it would seem

Like lies, disdain’d in the reporting.

Per.

Prithee, speak;

Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look’st

Modest as justice, and thou seem’st a palace

For the crown’d truth to dwell in. I believe thee,

And make my senses credit thy relation

To points that seem impossible; for thou lookest

Like one I lov’d indeed. What were thy friends?

Didst thou not say when I did push thee back,—

Which was when I perceiv’d thee,—that thou cam’st

From good descending?

Mar.

So indeed I did.

Per.

Report thy parentage. I think thou saidst

Thou hadst been toss’d from wrong to injury,

And that thou thought’st thy griefs might equal mine,

If both were open’d.

Mar.

Some such thing

I said, and said no more but what my thoughts

Did warrant me was likely.

Per.

Tell thy story;

If thine consider’d prove the thousandth part

Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I

Have suffer’d like a girl; yet thou dost look

Like Patience gazing on kings’ graves, and smiling

Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?

How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind virgin?

Recount, I do beseech thee. Come, sit by me.

Mar.

My name is Marina.

Per.

O! I am mock’d,

And thou by some incensed god sent hither

To make the world to laugh at me.

Mar.

Patience, good sir,

Or here I’ll cease.

Per.

Nay, I’ll be patient.

Thou little know’st how thou dost startle me,

To call thyself Marina.

Mar.

The name

Was given me by one that had some power;

My father, and a king.

Per.

How! a king’s daughter?

And call’d Marina?

Mar.

You said you would believe me;

But, not to be a troubler of your peace,

I will end here.

Per.

But are you flesh and blood?

Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?

Motion!—Well; speak on. Where were you born?

And wherefore call’d Marina?

Mar.

Call’d Marina

For I was born at sea.

Per.

At sea! what mother?

Mar.

My mother was the daughter of a king;

Who died the minute I was born,

As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft

Deliver’d weeping.

Per.

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. Well; where were you bred?

I’ll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,

And never interrupt you.

Mar.

You’ll scorn to believe me; ’twere best I did give o’er.

Per.

I will believe you by the syllable

Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:

How came you in these parts? where were you bred?

Mar.

The king my father did in Tarsus leave me,

Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,

Did seek to murder me; and having woo’d

A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do ’t,

A crew of pirates came and rescu’d me;

Brought me to Mitylene. But, good sir,

Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It may be

You think me an impostor; no, good faith;

I am the daughter to King Pericles,

If good King Pericles be.

Per.

Ho, Helicanus!

Hel.

Calls my lord?

Per.

Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,

Most wise in general; tell me, if thou canst,

What this maid is, or what is like to be,

That thus hath made me weep?

Hel.

I know not; but

Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,

Speaks nobly of her.

Lys.

She never would tell

Her parentage; being demanded that,

She would sit still and weep.

Per.

O Helicanus! strike me, honour’d sir;

Give me a gash, put me to present pain,

Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me

O’erbear the shores of my mortality,

And drown me with their sweetness. O! come hither,

Thou that begett’st him that did thee beget;

Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus,

And found at sea again. O Helicanus!

Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods as loud

As thunder threatens us; this is Marina.

What was thy mother’s name? tell me but that,

For truth can never be confirm’d enough,

Though doubts did ever sleep.

Mar.

First, sir, I pray,

What is your title?

Per.

I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now

My drown’d queen’s name, as in the rest you said

Thou hast been god-like perfect;

Thou’rt heir of kingdoms, and another life

To Pericles thy father.

Mar.

Is it no more to be your daughter than

To say my mother’s name was Thaisa?

Thaisa was my mother, who did end

The minute I began.

Per.

Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child,

Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus;

She is not dead at Tarsus, as she should have been,

By savage Cleon; she shall tell thee all;

When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge

She is thy very princess. Who is this?

Hel.

Sir, ’tis the governor of Mitylene,

Who, hearing of your melancholy state,

Did come to see you.

Per.

I embrace you.

Give me my robes. I am wild in my beholding.

O heavens! bless my girl. But, hark! what music?

Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him

O’er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,

How sure you are my daughter. But, what music?

Hel.

My lord, I hear none.

Per.

None!

The music of the spheres! List, my Marina.

Lys.

It is not good to cross him; give him way.

Per.

Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear?

Lys.

My lord, I hear.

[Music.

Per.

Most heavenly music:

It nips me unto list’ning, and thick slumber

Hangs upon mine eyes; let me rest.

[Sleeps.

Lys.

A pillow for his head.

So, leave him all. Well, my companion friends,

If this but answer to my just belief,

I’ll well remember you.

[Exeunt all butPericles.

Dianaappears toPericlesas in a vision.

Dia.

My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee thither,

And do upon mine altar sacrifice.

There, when my maiden priests are met together,

Before the people all,

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife;

To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter’s, call

And give them repetition to the life.

Perform my bidding, or thou liv’st in woe;

Do it, and happy; by my silver bow!

Awake, and tell thy dream!

[Disappears.

Per.

Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,

I will obey thee! Helicanus!

EnterHelicanus, Lysimachus,andMarina.

Hel.

Sir?

Per.

My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike

The inhospitable Cleon: but I am

For other service first: toward Ephesus

Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I’ll tell thee why.

[ToLysimachus.] Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,

And give you gold for such provision

As our intents will need?

Lys.

Sir,

With all my heart; and when you come ashore,

I have another suit.

Per.

You shall prevail,

Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems

You have been noble towards her.

Lys.

Sir, lend me your arm.

Per.

Come, my Marina.

[Exeunt.

Scene II.—

Before the Temple ofDianaat Ephesus.

EnterGower.

  • 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 Mitylen
  • To greet the king. So he thriv’d,
  • That he is promis’d to be wiv’d
  • 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,
  • Our king and all his company.
  • That he can hither come so soon,
  • Is by your fancy’s thankful doom.
  • [Exit.

Scene III.—

The Temple ofDianaat Ephesus;Thaisastanding near the altar, as high priestess; a number of Virgins on each side;Cerimonand other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending.

EnterPericles,with his Train;Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina,and a Lady.

Per.

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 nurs’d with Cleon, whom at fourteen years

He sought to murder; but her better stars

Brought her to Mitylene, ’gainst whose shore

Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,

Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she

Made known herself my daughter.

Thai.

Voice and favour!

You are, you are—O royal Pericles!—

[She faints.

Per.

What means the nun? 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 in blustering morn this lady was

Thrown upon this shore. I op’d the coffin,

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

Recovered.

Thai.

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 speak,

Like him you are. Did you not name a tempest,

A birth, and death?

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,

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.

Mar.

My heart

Leaps to be gone into my mother’s bosom.

[Kneels toThaisa.

Per.

Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa;

Thy burden at the sea, and call’d Marina,

For she was yielded there.

Thai.

Bless’d, and mine own!

Hel.

Hail, madam, and my queen!

Thai.

I know you not.

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,

How possibly preserv’d, and whom to thank,

Besides the gods, for this great miracle.

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

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 all was found with her;

How she came placed here in the temple;

No needful thing omitted.

Per.

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 rasor touch’d,

To grace thy marriage-day I’ll beautify.

Thai.

Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, sir,

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’s the way.

[Exeunt.

EnterGower.

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 preserv’d 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 patience evermore attending,

New joy wait on you! Here our play hath ending.

[Exit.