Pericles, Prince of Tyre

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Act III, Scene 3

Tarsus. A room in CLEON’s house.

       
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[Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, and LYCHORIDA with] [p]MARINA in her arms]

  • Pericles. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;
    My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands
    In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, 1425
    Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
    Make up the rest upon you!
  • Cleon. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,
    Yet glance full wanderingly on us.
  • Dionyza. O your sweet queen! 1430
    That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her hither,
    To have bless'd mine eyes with her!
  • Pericles. We cannot but obey
    The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
    As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end 1435
    Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina, whom,
    For she was born at sea, I have named so, here
    I charge your charity withal, leaving her
    The infant of your care; beseeching you
    To give her princely training, that she may be 1440
    Manner'd as she is born.
  • Cleon. Fear not, my lord, but think
    Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,
    For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,
    Must in your child be thought on. If neglection 1445
    Should therein make me vile, the common body,
    By you relieved, would force me to my duty:
    But if to that my nature need a spur,
    The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
    To the end of generation! 1450
  • Pericles. I believe you;
    Your honour and your goodness teach me to't,
    Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
    By bright Diana, whom we honour, all
    Unscissor'd shall this hair of mine remain, 1455
    Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave.
    Good madam, make me blessed in your care
    In bringing up my child.
  • Dionyza. I have one myself,
    Who shall not be more dear to my respect 1460
    Than yours, my lord.
  • Pericles. Madam, my thanks and prayers.
  • Cleon. We'll bring your grace e'en to the edge o' the shore,
    Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune and
    The gentlest winds of heaven. 1465
  • Pericles. I will embrace
    Your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears,
    Lychorida, no tears:
    Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
    You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord. 1470

[Exeunt]

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