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Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was
May we see them? Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my
Thai. 0, let me look!
The voice of dead Thaisa !
Per. Immortal Dian!
Now I know you better.--
[Shows a ring. Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your presen:
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 cone, be buried A second time within these arms. Mar.
My heart Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
(Kneels to Thaisa. Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesla of thy flesh,
• Sensual passion.
Bless'd and mine own! Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen! Thai.
I know you not. Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from
'Twas Helicanus then.
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man
I will, my lord.
Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, Sir, that my father's dead.
* i. e. His beard.
Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my
Gow. In Autioch*, 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 ayet 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 has ending.
* i. e. The king of Antioch.
That this tragedy has some merit, it were vain to deny; but that it is the entire composition of Shak. speare, is more than can be hastily granted. I shall not venture, with Dr. Farmer, to determine that the hand of our great poet is only visible in the last act, for I think it appears in several passages dispersed over each of these divisions. I find it difficult, how. ever, to persuade myself that he was the original fa. bricator of the plot, or the author of every dialogue, chorus, &c.
STEEVENS, The story is of great antiquity; and is related by va. rious aucient authors in Latin, French, and English.
END OF VOL. VII.
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