Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was. Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and plac'd hier Here in Diana's temple. Per. May we see them? Cer. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house, Whither I invite you. Look! Thaisa is Thai. O, let me look! If he be none of mine, my sanctity Will to my sense bend no licentious ear, Like him you are: Did you not name a tempest, Per. The voice of dead Thaisa! Thai. That Thaisa am I, supposed dead, And drown'd. Per. Immortal Dian! Thai. Now I know you better. When we with tears parted Pentapolis, [Shows a ring. Per. 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 conie, 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! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa; Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina, For she was yielded there. • Sensual passion. Thai. 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 Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute. Can you remember what I call'd the man? I have nam'd him oft. Thai. 'Twas Helicanus then. Per. Still confirmation: Embrace him, dear Thaisa; this is he. Now do I long to hear how you were found; Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord; this man that can From first to last resolve you. Per. Reverend sir, The gods can have no mortal officer More like a god than you. Will you deliver Cer. I will, my lord. Beseech you, first go with me to my house, Where shall be shown you all was found with her; Per. Pure Diana! I bless thee for thy vision, and will offer My night oblations to thee. Thaisa, This prince, the fair-betrothed of your daughter, And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd, 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 queen, We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Enter Gower. [Exeunt. Gow. In Antioch, and his daughter, you have Of monstrous lust the due and just reward: A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty: That him and his they in his palace burn. The gods for murder seemed so content To punish them; although not done, but meant. New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending. [Exit Gower. i. e. The king of Antioch. + Ever. That this tragedy has some merit, it were vain to deny; but that it is the entire composition of Shakspeare, 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, however, to persuade myself that he was the original fabricator 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. Printed by S. Hamilton, Weybridge. |