And as for Pericles,
What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
And yet we mourn: her monument
almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care
At whose expense 'tis done.
Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, dost, with thine angel's face,
Seize with thine eagle's talons.
You are like one that superstitiously
Doth swear to the gods that winter kills the flies:
But yet I know you'll
do as I advise.
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;
to take your imagination,
From bourn to bourn, region to region.
By you being pardon'd, we commit no
To use one language in each several clime
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you
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.
Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Advanced in time to great and high estate,
Is left to govern. Bear you it
Old Helicanus goes along behind.
Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought
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
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
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit.
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
On whom foul death hath made this slaughter;
Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
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.
believe his daughter's dead,
And bear his courses to be ordered
By Lady Fortune; while our scene must
His daughter's woe and heavy well-a-day
In her unholy service. Patience, then,
And think you now
are all in Mytilene.
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