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- Pericles Prince of Tyrea.
brought her to *Moteline*; gainst whole shore ryding, her Fortunes brought the mayde aboord vs, where by her owne most clever remembrance, shee made known her felfe my Daughter.
Th. Voyce and favour, you are, you are, O royall Pericles.
Per. What meanes the mum? Shee die's, helpe Gentlemen.
Ceri. Noble Sir, if you haue tolde Dianae Altar true, this is your wife?
Per. Reuerent appearer no, I threwe her ouer-boord with thefe veric armes.
Ce. Vpon this coast, I warrant you.
Pe. Tis most certaine.
Cer. Looke to the Ladie, O shee's but ouer-joyde, Earlie in blustering morne this Ladie was throwne vpon this shore.
I op't the coffin, found there rich Jewells, recouered her, and plac'tte her heere in Dianae temple.
Per. May we see them?
Cer. Great Sir, they shall be brought you to my house, whither I inuite you; looke Thais is recouered.
Th. O let me looke if hee be none of mine; my fan-ctitie will to my fene bende no licentious care, but curbe it spight of seeing: O my Lord are you not Pericles? like him you spake, like him you are; did you not name a tem-pest, a birth, and death?
Per. Tite voyce of dead Thais.
Th. That Thais am I, supposed dead and drownd.
Per. I, mortall Dian.
Th. Now I knowe you better; when wee with teares parted Postapols, the king my father gaue you such a ring.
Per. This, this, no more, you gods, your present kindenes makes my past miseries sports; you shall doe well that on the touching of her lips I may melt, and no more be
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V. iii. 10—43
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