Act III, Scene 3
Tarsus. A room in Cleon’s house.
- Enter Pericles at Tharsus with Cleon and Dionyza and
- Lychorida with Marina in her arms.
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- Most honor’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!
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- Your shakes of fortune, though they haunt you mortally,
- Yet glance full wond’ringly on us.
Dionyza8 - 10
- O your sweet queen!
- That the strict fates had pleas’d you had brought her hither
- To have blest mine eyes with her!
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- 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 Marina, whom,
- For she was born at sea, I have nam’d 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
- Manner’d as she is born.
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- 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
- Should therein make me vile, the common body,
- By you reliev’d, 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!
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- I believe you,
- Your honor and your goodness teach me to’t
- Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
- By bright Diana, whom we honor, all
- Unscissor’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.
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- I have one myself,
- Who shall not be more dear to my respect
- Than yours, my lord.
- Madam, my thanks and prayers.
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- We’ll bring your Grace e’en to the edge a’ th’ shore,
- Then give you up to the mask’d Neptune and
- The gentlest winds of heaven.
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- 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.