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 · 483 words
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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. My heart leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom. Look who kneels here, flesh of thy flesh Thaisa, thy burden at the Sea, and called Marina, for she was yielded there. Blessed, and mine own. Hail Madam, and my Queen. I know you not. You have heard me say when I did fly from Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute, can you remember what I called the man, I have named him oft. 'twas Hellicanus then. 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? Lord Cerimon, my Lord, this man through whom the Gods have shown their power, that can from first to last resolve you. reverent Sir, the gods can have no mortal officer more like a god than you, will you deliver how this dead Queen relives? 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 plac'ste here in the Temple, no needfulll thing omitted. Pure Diana bless thee for thy vision, and 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 touched, to grace thy marridge-day, I'll beautify. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit. Sir, my father's dead. 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 untolde, Sir leads the way. In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard Of monstrous lust, the due and just reward: In Pericles his Queen and Daughter seen, Although assayl'de with Fortune fierce and keen. Virtue preferred from fell destructions blast, Lead on by heaven, and crowned with joy at last. In Helycanus 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 his cursed deed, the honoured 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, although not done, but meant. So on your Patience evermore attending, New joy wait on you, here our play has ending.
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This, this, no more, you gods, your present kindenes makes my past miseries sports, you shall doe well that on the touching of her lips I may melt, and no more be seene, O come, be buried a secod time within these ares. My heart leaps to be gone into my mothers bosome. Looke who kneeles here, flesh of thy flesh Thaisa, thy burden at the Sea, and call'd Marina, for she was yeelded there. Blest, and mine owne. Hayle Madame, and my Queene. I knowe you not. You haue heard mee say when I did flie from Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute, can you remember what I call'd the man, I haue nam'de him oft. Twas then. Still confirmation, imbrace him deere Thaisa, this is hee, now doe I long to heare how you were found? how possiblie preerued? and who to thanke (besides the gods) for this great miracle? Lord Cerimon, my Lord, this man through whom the Gods haue showne their power, that can from first to last resolue you. Rucrent Syr, the gods can haue no mortall officer more like a god then you, will you deliuer how this dead Queene reliues? I will my Lord, beseech you first, goe with mee to my house, where shall be showne you all was found with her. How shee came plac'ste heere in the Temple, no needfulll thing omitted. Pure Dian blesse thee for thy vision, and will offer night oblations to thee Thaia, this Prince, the aire betrothed of your daughter, shall marrie her at Pentapolis, and now this ornament makes mee looke dismall, will I clip to forme, and what his fourteene yeeres no razer touch't, to grace thy marridge-day, Ile beautifie. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit. Sir, my father's dead. make a Starre of him, yet there my Queene, celebrate their Nuptialls, and our selues will in that kingdome spend our following daie, our sonne and daughter shall in Tyrus raigne. Lord wee doe our longing stay, To heare the rest vntolde, Sir lead's the way. In Antiochus and his daughter you haue heard Of monstrous lust, the due and iust reward: In Pericles his Queene and Daughter seene, Although assayl'de with Fortune fierce and keene. Vertue preferd from fell destructions blast, Lead on by heauen, and crown'd with ioy at last. In Helycanus may you well descrie, A figure of trueth, of faith, of loyaltie: In reuerend Crimon there well appeares, The worth that learned charitie aye weares. For wicked Cleon and his wife, when Fame Had spred his cursed deede, the honor'd name Of Pericles, to rage the Cittie turne, That him and his they in his Pallace burne: The gods for murder seemde so content, To punish, although not done, but meant. So on your Patience euermore attending, New ioy wayte on you, heere our play has ending.