Page 192 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
Rare as you seem to be.
She moves.

THAISA
O dear Diana!
Where am I? Where’s my lord? What world is this?

SECOND GENTLEMAN
Is not this strange?

FIRST GENTLEMAN
Most rare. [105]

CERIMON
Hush, my gentle neighbours.
Lend me your hands. To the next chamber bear her.
Get linen. Now this matter must be looked to,

For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;
And Aesculapius guide us. [110]
They carry her away. Exeunt omnes.

Scene III IT

Enter Pericles at Tarsus with Cleon and Dionyza [and Lychorida with the
baby in her arms].

PERICLES
Most honoured 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 shakes of fortune, [5]

Though they haunt you mortally, yet glance