Page 211 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Be it so, then.
Yet none does know but you how she came dead,
Nor none can know, Leonine being gone. [30]
She did disdain my child, and stood between

Her and her fortunes. None would look on her,
But cast their gazes on Marina’s face,
Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Not worth the time of day. It pierced me through. [35]

And though you call my course unnatural,
You not your child well loving, yet I find
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness
Performed to your sole daughter.

CLEON
Heavens forgive it!

DIONYZA
And as for Pericles, [40]
What should he say? We wept after her hearse
And yet we mourn. Her monument
Is almost finished, and her epitaphs

In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us [45]
At whose expense ’tis done.

CLEON
Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, dost with thine angel’s face

Seize with thine eagle’s talons.

DIONYZA
Ye are like one that superstitiously
Do swear to th’gods that winter kills the flies. [50]
But yet I know you’ll do as I advise.

Exeunt.

Scene IV IT