Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 453 words
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Sir, with all my heart, and when you come a shore, I have another sleight. You shall prevail were it to woo my daughter, for it seems you have been noble towards her. Sir, lend me your arm. Come my Marina. 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 Metalin, To greet the King, so he thrived, That he is promised to be wived To fair Marina, but in no wise, Till he had done his sacrifice. As Diana bade, whereto being bound, The Interim pray, you all confound. In feathered briefenes sails are filled, And wishes fall out as they're wild, At Ephesus the Temple see, Our King and all his company. That he can hither come so soon, Is by your fancies thankful doom. Hail Diana, 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 called Marina, whom O Goddess wears yet thy silver livery, she at Tharsus was nursed with Cleon, who at fourteen years he sought to murder, but her better stars brought her to Meteline, 'gainst whose shore riding, her Fortunes brought the maid aboard us, where by her own most clear remembrance, she made known herself my Daughter. Voice and favour, you are, you are, O royal Pericles. What means the mum? she dies, help Gentlemen. Noble Sir, if you have told Diana's Altar true, this is your wife? reverent appearer no, I threw her overboard with these very arms. Upon this coast, I warrant you. 'tis most certain. Look to the Lady, O she's but over-joyde, Early in blustering morn this Lady was thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin, found there rich jewels, recovered her, and plac'ste her here in Diana's temple. May we see them? Great Sir, they shallbe brought you to my house, whither I invite you, look Thaisa is recovered. 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 spoke, like him you are, did you not name a tempest, a birth, and death? The voice of dead Thaisa. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead and drowned. I mortal Dian. Now I know you better, when we with tears parted Pentapolis, the king my father gave you such a ring.
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Sir, with all my heart, and when you come a shore, I haue another sleight. You shall preuaile were it to wooe my daughter, for it seemes you haue beene noble towards her. Sir, lend me your arme. Come my Marina. Now our sands are almost run, More a little, and then dum. This my last boone giue mee, For such kindnesse must relieue mee: That you aptly will suppose, What pageantry, what feats, what showes, What minstrelsie, and prettie din, The Regent made in Metalin, To greet the King, so he thriued, That he is promisde to be wined To faire Marina, but in no wise, Till he had done his sacrifice. As Dian bad, whereto being bound, The Interim pray, you all confound. In fetherd briefenes sayles are fild, And wishes fall out as they'r wild, At Ephesus the Temple see, Our King and all his companie. That he can hither come so soone, Is by your fancies thankfull doome. Haile Dian, to performe thy iust commau, I here confee my selfe the King of Tyre, Who frighted from my countrey did ed at Ptapolis, the faire , at Sea in childbed died she, but brougt forth a Mayd child cald Marina▪ whom O Goddesse wears yet thy siluer liuerey, hee at Tharsus was nurst with , who at fourteene yeares he sought to murder, but her better sars brought her to Meteline, gainst whose shore ryding, her Forunes brought the mayde aboord vs, where by her owne most cleere remembrance, shee made knowne her selfe my Daughter. Voyce and fauour, you are, you are, O royall Pericles. What meanes the mum? shee die's, helpe Gentemen. Noble Sir, if you haue tolde Dianaes Altar true, this is your wife? Ruerent appearer no, I threwe her ouer-boord with these verie ames. Vpon this coast, I warrant you. T'is most certaine. Looke to the Ladie, O shee's but ouer-joyde, Earlie in butering morne this Ladie was throwne vpon this shore. I op't the coffin, found there rich Iewells, recouered her, and plac'ste her heere in Dianaes temple. May we see them? Great Sir, they shalbe brought you to my house, whither I inuite you, looke Thaisa is recouered. O let me looke if hee be none of mine, my sanctitie will o my sense bende no licentious eare, but curbe it spight 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? The voyce of dead Thaisa. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead and drownd. I mortall ian. Now I knowe you better, when wee with teares parted Pentpolis, the king my father gaue you such a ring.