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THAISA
O, let me look.
If he be none of mine, my sanctity
Will to my sense bend no licentious ear, [30]
But curb it, spite of seeing. O, my lord,
Are you not Pericles? Like him you spake,
Like him you are. Did you not name a tempest,
A birth, and death?
PERICLES
The voice of dead Thaisa!
THAISA
That Thaisa am I, [35]
Supposèd dead and drowned.
PERICLES
Immortal Dian!
THAISA
Now I know you better:
When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
The King my father gave you such a ring.
PERICLES
This, this! No more, you gods; your present kindness [40]
Makes my past miseries sports; you shall do well
That on the touching of her lips I may
Melt, and no more be seen. O, come, be buried
A second time within these arms.
MARINA
My heart
Leaps to be gone into my mother’s bosom. [45]
She kneels.
PERICLES
