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Pericles, Prince of Tyre: Act 4 Scene 4
- [Enter GOWER, before the monument of MARINA at Tarsus]
- Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
- Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for't;
- Making, to take your imagination,
- From bourn to bourn, region to region.
- By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
- To use one language in each several clime
- Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you
- To learn of me, who stand i' the gaps to teach you,
- The stages of our story. Pericles
- Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
- Attended on by many a lord and knight.
- To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
- Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
- Advanced in time to great and high estate,
- Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
- Old Helicanus goes along behind.
- Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought
- This king to Tarsus,--think his pilot thought;
- So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,--
- To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
- Like motes and shadows see them move awhile;
- Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
- DUMB SHOW.
- [Enter PERICLES, at one door, with all his train;
- CLEON and DIONYZA, at the other. CLEON shows
- PERICLES the tomb; whereat PERICLES makes
- lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty
- passion departs. Then exeunt CLEON and DIONYZA]
- See how belief may suffer by foul show!
- This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe;
- And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
- With sighs shot through, and biggest tears
- Leaves Tarsus and again embarks. He swears
- Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:
- He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
- A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
- And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit.
- The epitaph is for Marina writ
- By wicked Dionyza.
- [Reads the inscription on MARINA's monument]
- 'The fairest, sweet'st, and best lies here,
- Who wither'd in her spring of year.
- She was of Tyrus the king's daughter,
- On whom foul death hath made this slaughter;
- Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
- Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the earth:
- Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
- Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd:
- Wherefore she does, and swears she'll never stint,
- Make raging battery upon shores of flint.'
- No visor does become black villany
- So well as soft and tender flattery.
- Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
- And bear his courses to be ordered
- By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play
- His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day
- In her unholy service. Patience, then,
- And think you now are all in Mytilene.