ACT III
SCENE III Tarsus. A room in CLEON's house.


 [Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, and LYCHORIDA with
 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,
 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!
 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
 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
 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
 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!

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,
 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
 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.

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.

 [Exeunt]




 PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE


ACT III