<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 1><1%>
<PERICLES>	<2%>
	I have, Antiochus, and, with a soul
	Embolden'd with the glory of her praise,
	Think death no hazard in this enterprise.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<PERICLES>	<2%>
	See, where she comes apparell'd like the spring,
	Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
	Of every virtue gives renown to men!
	Her face the book of praises, where is read
	Nothing but curious pleasures, as from thence
	Sorrow were ever raz'd, and testy wrath
	Could never be her mild companion.
	You gods, that made me man, and sway in love,
	That hath inflam'd desire in my breast
	To taste the fruit of you celestial tree
	Or die in the adventure, be my helps,
	As I am son and servant to your will,
	To compass such a boundless happiness!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 1><2%>
<PERICLES>	<3%>
	That would be son to great Antiochus.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 1><SCENE 1><3%>
<PERICLES>	<4%>
	Antiochus, I thank thee, who hath taught
	My frail mortality to know itself,
	And by those fearful objects to prepare
	This body, like to them, to what I must;
	For death remember'd should be like a mirror,
	Who tells us life's but breath, to trust it error.
	I'll make my will then; and as sick men do,
	Who know the world, see heaven, but feeling woe,
	Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did:
	So I bequeath a happy peace to you
	And all good men, as every prince should do;
	My riches to the earth from whence they came,
<STAGE DIR>
<To the Daughter of Antiochus.>
</STAGE DIR>
	But my unspotted fire of love to you.
	Thus ready for the way of life or death,
	I wait the sharpest blow.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 1><SCENE 1><4%>
<PERICLES>	<4%>
	Like a bold champion, I assume the lists,
	Nor ask advice of any other thought
	But faithfulness and courage.

	I am no viper, yet I feed
	On mother's flesh which did me breed;
	I sought a husband, in which labour
	I found that kindness in a father.
	He's father, son, and husband mild,
	I mother, wife, and yet his child.
	How they may be, and yet in two,
	As you will live, resolve it you.

	Sharp physic is the last: but, O you powers!
	That give heaven countless eyes to view men's acts,
	Why cloud they not their sights perpetually,
	If this be true, which makes me pale to read it?
	Fair glass of light, I lov'd you, and could still,
	Were not this glorious casket stor'd with ill:
	But I must tell you now my thoughts revolt;
	For he's no man on whom perfections wait
	That, knowing sin within, will touch the gate.
	You're a fair viol, and your sense the strings,
	Who, finger'd to make men his lawful music,
	Would draw heaven down and all the gods to hearken;
	But being play'd upon before your time,
	Hell only danceth at so harsh a chime.
	Good sooth, I care not for you.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 1><SCENE 1><5%>
<PERICLES>	<6%>
	Great king,
	Few love to hear the sins they love to act;
	'Twould braid yourself too near for me to tell it.
	Who has a book of all that monarchs do,
	He's more secure to keep it shut than shown;
	For vice repeated is like the wandering wind,
	Blows dust in others' eyes, to spread itself;
	And yet the end of all is bought thus dear,
	The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear
	To stop the air would hurt them. The blind mole casts
	Copp'd hills towards heaven, to tell the earth is throng'd
	By man's oppression; and the poor worm doth die for 't.
	Kings are earth's gods; in vice their law's their will;
	And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill?
	It is enough you know; and it is fit,
	What being more known grows worse, to smother it.
	All love the womb that their first being bred,
	Then give my tongue like leave to love my head.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 1><SCENE 1><6%>
<PERICLES>	<7%>
	How courtesy would seem to cover sin,
	When what is done is like a hypocrite,
	The which is good in nothing but in sight!
	If it be true that I interpret false,
	Then were it certain you were not so bad
	As with foul incest to abuse your soul;
	Where now you're both a father and a son,
	By your untimely claspings with your child,
	Which pleasure fits a husband, not a father;
	And she an eater of her mother's flesh,
	By the defiling of her parent's bed;
	And both like serpents are, who though they feed
	On sweetest flowers, yet they poison breed.
	Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men
	Blush not in actions blacker than the night,
	Will shun no course to keep them from the light.
	One sin, I know, another doth provoke;
	Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke.
	Poison and treason are the hands of sin,
	Ay, and the targets, to put off the shame:
	Then, lest my life be cropp'd to keep you clear,
	By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit.>
</STAGE DIR>

</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 1><SCENE 2><8%>
<PERICLES>	<9%>
<STAGE DIR>
<To those without.>
</STAGE DIR> Let none disturb us.
	Why should this change of thoughts,
	The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy,
	Be my so us'd a guest, as not an hour
	In the day's glorious walk or peaceful night
	The tomb where grief should sleepcan breed me quiet?
	Here pleasures court mine eyes, and mine eyes shun them,
	And danger, which I feared, is at Antioch,
	Whose arm seems far too short to hit me here;
	Yet neither pleasure's art can joy my spirits,
	Nor yet the other's distance comfort me.
	Then it is thus: the passions of the mind,
	That have their first conception by mis-dread,
	Have after-nourishment and life by care;
	And what was first but fear what might be done,
	Grows elder now and cares it be not done.
	And so with me: the great Antiochus,
	'Gainst whom I am too little to contend,
	Since he's so great can make his will his act,
	Will think me speaking, though I swear to silence;
	Nor boots it me to say I honour him,
	If he suspect I may dishonour him;
	And what may make him blush in being known,
	He'll stop the course by which it might be known.
	With hostile forces he'll o'erspread the land,
	And with the ostent of war will look so huge,
	Amazement shall drive courage from the state,
	Our men be vanquish'd ere they do resist,
	And subjects punish'd that ne'er thought offence:
	Which care of them, not pity of myself,
	Who am no more but as the tops of trees,
	Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them,
	Make both my body pine and soul to languish,
	And punish that before that he would punish.

</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 1><SCENE 2><10%>
<PERICLES>	<11%>
	All leave us else; but let your cares o'erlook
	What shipping and what lading's in our haven,
	And then return to us.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt Lords.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Helicanus, thou
	Hast mov'd us; what seest thou in our looks?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 1><SCENE 2><10%>
<PERICLES>	<11%>
	If there be such a dart in prince's frowns,
	How durst thy tongue move anger to our face?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 1><SCENE 2><10%>
<PERICLES>	<11%>
	Thou know'st I have power
	To take thy life from thee.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 1><SCENE 2><11%>
<PERICLES>	<12%>
	Rise, prithee, rise;
	Sit down; thou art no flatterer:
	I thank thee for it; and heaven forbid
	That kings should let their ears hear their faults hid!
	Fit counsellor and servant for a prince,
	Who by thy wisdom mak'st a prince thy servant,
	What wouldst thou have me do?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 1><SCENE 2><11%>
<PERICLES>	<12%>
	Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus,
	That minister'st a potion unto me
	That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself.
	Attend me then: I went to Antioch,
	Where as thou know'st, against the face of death
	I sought the purchase of a glorious beauty,
	From whence an issue I might propagate
	Are arms to princes and bring joys to subjects.
	Her face was to mine eye beyond all wonder;
	The rest, hark in thine ear, as black as incest;
	Which by my knowledge found, the sinful father
	Seem'd not to strike, but smooth; but thou know'st this,
	'Tis time to fear when tyrants seem to kiss.
	Which fear so grew in me I hither fled,
	Under the covering of a careful night,
	Who seem'd my good protector; and, being here,
	Bethought me what was past, what might succeed.
	I knew him tyrannous; and tyrants' fears
	Decrease not, but grow faster than the years.
	And should he doubt it, as no doubt he doth,
	That I should open to the listening air
	How many worthy princes' bloods were shed,
	To keep his bed of blackness unlaid ope,
	To lop that doubt he'll fill this land with arms,
	And make pretence of wrong that I have done him;
	When all, for mine, if I may call 't, offence,
	Must feel war's blow, who spares not innocence:
	Which love to all, of which thyself art one,
	Who now reprov'st me for it,
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 14><ACT 1><SCENE 2><12%>
<PERICLES>	<13%>
	Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks,
	Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts
	How I might stop this tempest, ere it came;
	And finding little comfort to relieve them,
	I thought it princely charity to grieve them.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 15><ACT 1><SCENE 2><13%>
<PERICLES>	<14%>
	I do not doubt thy faith;
	But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 16><ACT 1><SCENE 2><13%>
<PERICLES>	<14%>
	Tyre, I now look from thee then, and to Tarsus
	Intend my travel, where I'll hear from thee,
	And by whose letters I'll dispose myself.
	The care I had and have of subjects' good
	On thee I'll lay, whose wisdom's strength can bear it.
	I'll take thy word for faith, not ask thine oath;
	Who shuns not to break one will sure crack both.
	But in our orbs we'll live so round and safe,
	That time of both this truth shall ne'er convince,
	Thou show'dst a subject's shine, I a true prince.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 17><ACT 1><SCENE 4><18%>
<PERICLES>	<20%>
	Lord governor, for so we hear you are,
	Let not our ships and number of our men,
	Be like a beacon fir'd to amaze your eyes.
	We have heard your miseries as far as Tyre,
	And seen the desolation of your streets:
	Nor come we to add sorrow to your tears,
	But to relieve them of their heavy load;
	And these our ships, you happily may think
	Are like the Trojan horse was stuff'd within
	With bloody veins, expecting overthrow,
	Are stor'd with corn to make your needy bread,
	And give them life whom hunger starv'd half dead.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 18><ACT 1><SCENE 4><19%>
<PERICLES>	<20%>
	Arise, I pray you, rise:
	We do not look for reverence, but for love,
	And harbourage for ourself, our ships, and men.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 19><ACT 1><SCENE 4><19%>
<PERICLES>	<21%>
	Which welcome we'll accept; feast here awhile,
	Until our stars that frown lend us a smile.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 20><ACT 2><SCENE 1><21%>
<PERICLES>	<22%>
	Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
	Wind, rain, and thunder, remember, earthly man
	Is but a substance that must yield to you;
	And I, as fits my nature, do obey you.
	Alas! the sea hath cast me on the rocks,
	Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath
	Nothing to think on but ensuing death:
	Let it suffice the greatness of your powers
	To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes;
	And having thrown him from your watery grave,
	Here to have death in peace is all he'll crave.

</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 21><ACT 2><SCENE 1><22%>
<PERICLES>	<24%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> A pretty moral.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 22><ACT 2><SCENE 1><23%>
<PERICLES>	<24%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> Simonides!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 23><ACT 2><SCENE 1><23%>
<PERICLES>	<24%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> How from the finny subject of the sea
	These fishers tell the infirmities of men;
	And from their watery empire recollect
	All that may men approve or men detect!
<STAGE DIR>
<Aloud.>
</STAGE DIR> Peace be at your labour, honest fishermen.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 24><ACT 2><SCENE 1><23%>
<PERICLES>	<25%>
	Y' may see the sea hath cast me on your coast.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 25><ACT 2><SCENE 1><24%>
<PERICLES>	<25%>
	A man whom both the waters and the wind,
	In that vast tennis-court, have made the ball
	For them to play upon, entreats you pity him;
	He asks of you, that never us'd to beg.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 26><ACT 2><SCENE 1><24%>
<PERICLES>	<25%>
	I never practised it.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 27><ACT 2><SCENE 1><24%>
<PERICLES>	<25%>
	What I have been I have forgot to know,
	But what I am want teaches me to think on;
	A man throng'd up with cold; my veins are chill,
	And have no more of life than may suffice
	To give my tongue that heat to ask your help;
	Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
	For that I am a man, pray see me buried.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 28><ACT 2><SCENE 1><25%>
<PERICLES>	<26%>
	I thank you, sir.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 29><ACT 2><SCENE 1><25%>
<PERICLES>	<26%>
	I did but crave.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 30><ACT 2><SCENE 1><25%>
<PERICLES>	<26%>
	Why, are all your beggars whipped, then?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 31><ACT 2><SCENE 1><25%>
<PERICLES>	<26%>
	How well this honest mirth becomes their labour!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 32><ACT 2><SCENE 1><25%>
<PERICLES>	<26%>
	Not well.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 33><ACT 2><SCENE 1><25%>
<PERICLES>	<27%>
	The good King Simonides do you call him?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 34><ACT 2><SCENE 1><25%>
<PERICLES>	<27%>
	He is a happy king, since he gains from his subjects the name of good by his government. How far is his court distant from this shore?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 35><ACT 2><SCENE 1><26%>
<PERICLES>	<27%>
	Were my fortunes equal to my desires, I could wish to make one there.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 36><ACT 2><SCENE 1><26%>
<PERICLES>	<27%>
	An armour, friends! I pray you, let me see it.
	Thanks, Fortune, yet, that after all my crosses
	Thou giv'st me somewhat to repair myself;
	And though it was mine own, part of mine heritage,
	Which my dead father did bequeath to me,
	With this strict charge, even as he left his life,
	'Keep it, my Pericles, it hath been a shield
	'Twixt me and death;'and pointed to this brace;
	'For that it sav'd me, keep it; in like necessity
	The which the gods protect thee from!'t may defend thee.'
	It kept where I kept, I so dearly lov'd it;
	Till the rough seas, that spare not any man,
	Took it in rage, though calm'd they have given 't again.
	I thank thee for 't; my shipwrack now 's no ill,
	Since I have here my father's gift in 's will.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 37><ACT 2><SCENE 1><27%>
<PERICLES>	<28%>
	To beg of you, kind friends, this coat of worth,
	For it was sometime target to a king;
	I know it by this mark. He lov'd me dearly,
	And for his sake I wish the having of it;
	And that you'd guide me to your sovereign's court,
	Where with it I may appear a gentleman;
	And if that ever my low fortunes better,
	I'll pay your bounties; till then rest your debtor.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 38><ACT 2><SCENE 1><27%>
<PERICLES>	<28%>
	I'll show the virtue I have borne in arms.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 39><ACT 2><SCENE 1><28%>
<PERICLES>	<29%>
	Believe it, I will.
	By your furtherance I am cloth'd in steel;
	And spite of all the rapture of the sea,
	This jewel holds his biding on my arm:
	Unto thy value will I mount myself
	Upon a courser, whose delightful steps
	Shall make the gazer joy to see him tread.
	Only, my friend, I yet am unprovided
	Of a pair of bases.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 40><ACT 2><SCENE 1><28%>
<PERICLES>	<29%>
	Then honour be but a goal to my will! This day I'll rise, or else add ill to ill.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 41><ACT 2><SCENE 3><32%>
<PERICLES>	<33%>
	'Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 42><ACT 2><SCENE 3><32%>
<PERICLES>	<33%>
	Some other is more fit.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 43><ACT 2><SCENE 3><32%>
<PERICLES>	<34%>
	You are right courteous knights.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 44><ACT 2><SCENE 3><32%>
<PERICLES>	<34%>
	By Jove, I wonder, that is king of thoughts,
	These cates resist me, she but thought upon.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 45><ACT 2><SCENE 3><33%>
<PERICLES>	<34%>
	Yon king's to me like to my father's picture,
	Which tells me in that glory once he was;
	Had princes sit, like stars, about his throne,
	And he the sun for them to reverence.
	None that beheld him, but like lesser lights
	Did vail their crowns to his supremacy;
	Where now his son's like a glow-worm in the night,
	The which hath fire in darkness, none in light:
	Whereby I see that Time's the king of men;
	He's both their parent, and he is their grave,
	And gives them what he will, not what they crave.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 46><ACT 2><SCENE 3><35%>
<PERICLES>	<36%>
	I thank him.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 47><ACT 2><SCENE 3><35%>
<PERICLES>	<36%>
	I thank both him and you, and pledge him freely.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 48><ACT 2><SCENE 3><35%>
<PERICLES>	<36%>
	A gentleman of Tyre, my name, Pericles;
	My education been in arts and arms;
	Who, looking for adventures in the world,
	Was by the rough seas reft of ships and men,
	And after shipwrack, driven upon this shore.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 49><ACT 2><SCENE 3><36%>
<PERICLES>	<37%>
	In those that practise them they are, my lord.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 50><ACT 2><SCENE 3><36%>
<PERICLES>	<37%>
	I am at your Grace's pleasure.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 51><ACT 2><SCENE 5><40%>
<PERICLES>	<41%>
	All fortune to the good Simonides!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 52><ACT 2><SCENE 5><40%>
<PERICLES>	<41%>
	It is your Grace's pleasure to commend,
	Not my desert.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 53><ACT 2><SCENE 5><40%>
<PERICLES>	<41%>
	The worst of all her scholars, my good lord.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 54><ACT 2><SCENE 5><40%>
<PERICLES>	<41%>
	A most virtuous princess.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 55><ACT 2><SCENE 5><40%>
<PERICLES>	<41%>
	As a fair day in summer; wondrous fair.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 56><ACT 2><SCENE 5><41%>
<PERICLES>	<42%>
	I am unworthy for her schoolmaster.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 57><ACT 2><SCENE 5><41%>
<PERICLES>	<42%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> What's here?
	A letter that she loves the knight of Tyre!
	'Tis the king's subtilty to have my life.
	O! seek not to entrap me, gracious lord,
	A stranger and distressed gentleman,
	That never aim'd so high to love your daughter,
	But bent all offices to honour her.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 58><ACT 2><SCENE 5><41%>
<PERICLES>	<42%>
	By the gods, I have not:
	Never did thought of mine levy offence;
	Nor never did my actions yet commence
	A deed might gain her love or your displeasure.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 59><ACT 2><SCENE 5><41%>
<PERICLES>	<42%>
	Traitor!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 60><ACT 2><SCENE 5><41%>
<PERICLES>	<42%>
	Even in his throat, unless it be the king,
	That calls me traitor, I return the lie.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 61><ACT 2><SCENE 5><42%>
<PERICLES>	<42%>
	My actions are as noble as my thoughts,
	That never relish'd of a base descent.
	I came unto your court for honour's cause,
	And not to be a rebel to her state;
	And he that otherwise accounts of me,
	This sword shall prove he's honour's enemy.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 62><ACT 2><SCENE 5><42%>
<PERICLES>	<43%>
	Then, as you are as virtuous as fair,
	Resolve your angry father, if my tongue
	Did e'er solicit, or my hand subscribe
	To any syllable that made love to you.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 63><ACT 2><SCENE 5><43%>
<PERICLES>	<44%>
	Even as my life, or blood that fosters it.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 64><ACT 2><SCENE 5><43%>
<PERICLES>	<44%>
	Yes, if 't please your majesty.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 65><ACT 3><SCENE 1><45%>
<PERICLES>	<46%>
	Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges,
	Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast
	Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,
	Having call'd them from the deep. O! still
	Thy deafening, dreadful thunders; gently quench
	Thy nimble, sulphurous flashes. O! how Lychorida,
	How does my queen? Thou stormest venomously;
	Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle
	Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
	Unheard. Lychorida! Lucina, O!
	Divinest patroness, and midwife gentle
	To those that cry by night, convey thy deity
	Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs
	Of my queen's travails!

</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 66><ACT 3><SCENE 1><46%>
<PERICLES>	<47%>
	How, how, Lychorida!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 67><ACT 3><SCENE 1><46%>
<PERICLES>	<47%>
	O you gods!
	Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,
	And snatch them straight away? We here below,
	Recall not what we give, and therein may
	Use honour with you.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 68><ACT 3><SCENE 1><46%>
<PERICLES>	<47%>
	Now, mild may be thy life!
	For a more blust'rous birth had never babe:
	Quiet and gentle thy conditions!
	For thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world
	That e'er was prince's child. Happy what follows!
	Thou hast as chiding a nativity
	As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make,
	To herald thee from the womb; even at the first
	Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit,
	With all thou canst find here. Now, the good gods
	Throw their best eyes upon 't!

</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 69><ACT 3><SCENE 1><47%>
<PERICLES>	<48%>
	Courage enough. I do not fear the flaw;
	It hath done to me the worst. Yet for the love
	Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer,
	I would it would be quiet.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 70><ACT 3><SCENE 1><47%>
<PERICLES>	<48%>
	That's your superstition.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 71><ACT 3><SCENE 1><47%>
<PERICLES>	<49%>
	As you think meet. Most wretched queen!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 72><ACT 3><SCENE 1><48%>
<PERICLES>	<49%>
	A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear;
	No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
	Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time
	To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
	Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze;
	Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
	And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale
	And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse,
	Lying with simple shells! O Lychorida!
	Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper,
	My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
	Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe
	Upon the pillow. Hie thee, whiles I say
	A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 73><ACT 3><SCENE 1><48%>
<PERICLES>	<49%>
	I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 74><ACT 3><SCENE 1><48%>
<PERICLES>	<49%>
	Thither, gentle mariner,
	Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 75><ACT 3><SCENE 1><48%>
<PERICLES>	<50%>
	O! make for Tarsus.
	There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
	Cannot hold out to Tyrus; there I'll leave it
	At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner;
	I'll bring the body presently.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 76><ACT 3><SCENE 3><54%>
<PERICLES>	<55%>
	Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;
	My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
	In a litigious peace. You and your lady
	Take from my heart all thankfulness; the gods
	Make up the rest upon you!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 77><ACT 3><SCENE 3><54%>
<PERICLES>	<55%>
	We cannot but obey
	The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
	As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
	Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marinawhom,
	For she was born at sea, I have nam'd sohere
	I charge your charity withal, and leave her
	The infant of your care, beseeching you
	To give her princely training, that she may be
	Manner'd as she is born.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 78><ACT 3><SCENE 3><55%>
<PERICLES>	<56%>
	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
	Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
	Though I show ill in 't. So I take my leave.
	Good madam, make me blessed in your care
	In bringing up my child.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 79><ACT 3><SCENE 3><55%>
<PERICLES>	<56%>
	Madam, my thanks and prayers.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 80><ACT 3><SCENE 3><55%>
<PERICLES>	<56%>
	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.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 81><ACT 5><SCENE 1><87%>
<PERICLES>	<87%>
	Hum! ha!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 82><ACT 5><SCENE 1><87%>
<PERICLES>	<88%>
	My fortunesparentagegood parentage
	To equal mine!was it not thus? what say you?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 83><ACT 5><SCENE 1><87%>
<PERICLES>	<88%>
	I do think so. Pray you, turn your eyes upon me.
	You are like something thatWhat country-woman?
	Here of these shores?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 84><ACT 5><SCENE 1><88%>
<PERICLES>	<88%>
	I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.
	My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one
	My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows;
	Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
	As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
	And cas'd as richly; in pace another Juno;
	Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry,
	The more she gives them speech. Where do you live?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 85><ACT 5><SCENE 1><88%>
<PERICLES>	<89%>
	Where were you bred?
	And how achiev'd you these endowments, which
	You make more rich to owe?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 86><ACT 5><SCENE 1><88%>
<PERICLES>	<89%>
	Prithee, speak;
	Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st
	Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace
	For the crown'd truth to dwell in. I believe thee,
	And make my senses credit thy relation
	To points that seem impossible; for thou lookest
	Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends?
	Didst thou not say when I did push thee back,
	Which was when I perceiv'd thee,that thou cam'st
	From good descending?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 87><ACT 5><SCENE 1><88%>
<PERICLES>	<89%>
	Report thy parentage. I think thou saidst
	Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury,
	And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine,
	If both were open'd.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 88><ACT 5><SCENE 1><89%>
<PERICLES>	<89%>
	Tell thy story;
	If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
	Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
	Have suffer'd like a girl; yet thou dost look
	Like Patience gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
	Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
	How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind virgin?
	Recount, I do beseech thee. Come, sit by me.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 89><ACT 5><SCENE 1><89%>
<PERICLES>	<90%>
	O! I am mock'd,
	And thou by some incensed god sent hither
	To make the world to laugh at me.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 90><ACT 5><SCENE 1><89%>
<PERICLES>	<90%>
	Nay, I'll be patient.
	Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
	To call thyself Marina.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 91><ACT 5><SCENE 1><89%>
<PERICLES>	<90%>
	How! a king's daughter?
	And call'd Marina?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 92><ACT 5><SCENE 1><90%>
<PERICLES>	<90%>
	But are you flesh and blood?
	Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
	Motion!Well; speak on. Where were you born?
	And wherefore call'd Marina?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 93><ACT 5><SCENE 1><90%>
<PERICLES>	<90%>
	At sea! what mother?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 94><ACT 5><SCENE 1><90%>
<PERICLES>	<91%>
	O! stop there a little.
	This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
	Did mock sad fools withal; this cannot be.
	My daughter's buried. Well; where were you bred?
	I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
	And never interrupt you.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 95><ACT 5><SCENE 1><90%>
<PERICLES>	<91%>
	I will believe you by the syllable
	Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:
	How came you in these parts? where were you bred?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 96><ACT 5><SCENE 1><91%>
<PERICLES>	<91%>
	Ho, Helicanus!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 97><ACT 5><SCENE 1><91%>
<PERICLES>	<91%>
	Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
	Most wise in general; tell me, if thou canst,
	What this maid is, or what is like to be,
	That thus hath made me weep?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 98><ACT 5><SCENE 1><91%>
<PERICLES>	<92%>
	O Helicanus! strike me, honour'd sir;
	Give me a gash, put me to present pain,
	Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me
	O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
	And drown me with their sweetness. O! come hither,
	Thou that begett'st him that did thee beget;
	Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus,
	And found at sea again. O Helicanus!
	Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods as loud
	As thunder threatens us; this is Marina.
	What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
	For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
	Though doubts did ever sleep.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 99><ACT 5><SCENE 1><92%>
<PERICLES>	<92%>
	I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
	My drown'd queen's name, as in the rest you said
	Thou hast been god-like perfect;
	Thou'rt heir of kingdoms, and another life
	To Pericles thy father.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 100><ACT 5><SCENE 1><92%>
<PERICLES>	<93%>
	Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art my child,
	Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus;
	She is not dead at Tarsus, as she should have been,
	By savage Cleon; she shall tell thee all;
	When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge
	She is thy very princess. Who is this?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 101><ACT 5><SCENE 1><92%>
<PERICLES>	<93%>
	I embrace you.
	Give me my robes. I am wild in my beholding.
	O heavens! bless my girl. But, hark! what music?
	Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
	O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
	How sure you are my daughter. But, what music?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 102><ACT 5><SCENE 1><93%>
<PERICLES>	<93%>
	None!
	The music of the spheres! List, my Marina.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 103><ACT 5><SCENE 1><93%>
<PERICLES>	<93%>
	Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 104><ACT 5><SCENE 1><93%>
<PERICLES>	<93%>
	Most heavenly music:
	It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
	Hangs upon mine eyes; let me rest.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 105><ACT 5><SCENE 1><94%>
<PERICLES>	<94%>
	Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
	I will obey thee! Helicanus!

</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 106><ACT 5><SCENE 1><94%>
<PERICLES>	<94%>
	My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike
	The inhospitable Cleon: but I am
	For other service first: toward Ephesus
	Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.
<STAGE DIR>
<To Lysimachus.>
</STAGE DIR> Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
	And give you gold for such provision
	As our intents will need?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 107><ACT 5><SCENE 1><94%>
<PERICLES>	<95%>
	You shall prevail,
	Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems
	You have been noble towards her.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 108><ACT 5><SCENE 1><94%>
<PERICLES>	<95%>
	Come, my Marina.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 109><ACT 5><SCENE 3><95%>
<PERICLES>	<96%>
	Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
	I here confess myself the King of Tyre;
	Who, frighted from my country, did wed
	At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.
	At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth
	A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess!
	Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus
	Was nurs'd with Cleon, whom at fourteen years
	He sought to murder; but her better stars
	Brought her to Mitylene, 'gainst whose shore
	Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
	Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
	Made known herself my daughter.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 110><ACT 5><SCENE 3><96%>
<PERICLES>	<96%>
	What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 111><ACT 5><SCENE 3><96%>
<PERICLES>	<96%>
	Reverend appearer, no;
	I threw her o'erboard with these very arms.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 112><ACT 5><SCENE 3><96%>
<PERICLES>	<97%>
	'Tis most certain.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 113><ACT 5><SCENE 3><96%>
<PERICLES>	<97%>
	May we see them?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 114><ACT 5><SCENE 3><97%>
<PERICLES>	<97%>
	The voice of dead Thaisa!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 115><ACT 5><SCENE 3><97%>
<PERICLES>	<97%>
	Immortal Dian!
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 116><ACT 5><SCENE 3><97%>
<PERICLES>	<97%>
	This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness
	Makes my past miseries sport: 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.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 117><ACT 5><SCENE 3><97%>
<PERICLES>	<98%>
	Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa;
	Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina,
	For she was yielded there.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 118><ACT 5><SCENE 3><97%>
<PERICLES>	<98%>
	You have heard me say, when I did fly from Tyre,
	I left behind an ancient substitute;
	Can you remember what I call'd the man?
	I have nam'd him oft.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 119><ACT 5><SCENE 3><98%>
<PERICLES>	<98%>
	Still confirmation!
	Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he.
	Now do I long to hear how you were found,
	How possibly preserv'd, and whom to thank,
	Besides the gods, for this great miracle.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 120><ACT 5><SCENE 3><98%>
<PERICLES>	<98%>
	Reverend sir,
	The gods can have no mortal officer
	More like a god than you. Will you deliver
	How this dead queen re-lives?
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 121><ACT 5><SCENE 3><98%>
<PERICLES>	<99%>
	Pure Dian! bless thee for thy vision; I
	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 rasor touch'd,
	To grace thy marriage-day I'll beautify.
</PERICLES>

<SPEECH 122><ACT 5><SCENE 3><99%>
<PERICLES>	<99%>
	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 untold. Sir, lead's the way.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

<STAGE DIR>
<Enter Gower.>
</STAGE DIR>
	In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard
	Of monstrous lust the due and just reward:
	In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen
	Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen
	Virtue preserv'd from fell destruction's blast,
	Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last.
	In Helicanus 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 their cursed deed, and honour'd 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 them; although not done, but meant.
	So on your patience evermore attending,
	New joy wait on you! Here our play hath ending.
</PERICLES>

