Page 193 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Full wonderingly on us.

DIONYZA
O, your sweet queen!
That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her hither,
To have blessed mine eyes with her.

PERICLES
We cannot but obey

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar [10]
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 [15]
To give her princely training, that she may
Be mannered 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 [20]

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. [25]
Your honour and your goodness teach me to’t
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honour, all

Unscissored shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show will in’t. So I take my leave. [30]
Good madam, make me blessèd in your care
In bringing up my child.