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THAISA
Voice and favour!
You are, you are − O royal Pericles!
She faints.
PERICLES
What means the nun? She dies! Help, gentlemen! [15]
CERIMON
Noble sir,
If you have told Diana’s altar true,
This is your wife.
PERICLES
Reverend appearer, no;
I threw her overboard with these very arms.
CERIMON
Upon this coast, I warrant you.
PERICLES
’Tis most certain. [20]
CERIMON
Look to the lady. O, she’s but overjoyed.
Early one blustering morn this lady was
Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,
Found there rich jewels, recovered her, and placed her
Here in Diana’s temple.
PERICLES
May we see them? [25]
CERIMON
Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
Whither I invite you. Look,
Thaisa is recovered.
