By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty: I believe you; Per. Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show will in't. So I take my leave. Dion. Than yours, my lord. Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o'the shore; Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune,2 and Per. I will embrace Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O, no tears, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace [Exeunt. SCENE IV-Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's Enter Cerimon and Thaisa. house. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, (1) Appear wilful, perverse by such conduct. I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, And never more have joy. Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Diana's temple is not distant far, Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. [Exeunt ACT IV. Enter Gower. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, In music, letters; who hath gain'd Which makes her both the heart and place That monster envy, oft the wrack (1) Called. Be't when she weav'd the sleided1 silk She sung, and made the night-bird mute, With the dove of Paphos might the crow The pregnant instrument of wrath I do commend to your content: Only I carry winged time Post on the laine feet of my rhyme; Which never could I so convey, Unless your thoughts went on my way.— Dionyza does appear, With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. SCENE I-Tharsus. An open place near the sea-shore. Enter Dionyza and Leonine. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it: "Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Enter Marina, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus1 of her weed, To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, Whirring me from my friends. Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not Mar. No, I pray you; I'll not bereave you of your servant. Dion. (1) The earth. Come, come (2) Countenance, look. (3) i. e. Ere the sea, by the coming in of the tide mar your walk. I love the king your father, and yourself, He will repent the breadth of his great voyage; Mar. Well, I will go; But yet I have no desire to it. Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you. Walk half an hour, Leonine, at the least; Remember what I have said. Leon. I warrant you, madam. Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while: Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood: What! I must have a care of you. Mar. Thanks, sweet madam. [Exit Dionyza. South-west. Was't so? Is this wind westerly that blows? That almost burst the deck, and from the laddertackle Wash'd off a canvas-climber: Ha! says one, They skip from stem to stern: the boatswain whistles, The master calls, and trebles their confusion. (1) A ship-boy. |