Pericles Monologue

From Pericles by William Shakespeare

male · melancholic · 1:14 min

Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command, I here confess myself the King of Tyre; Who, frighted from my country, did wed At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa. At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth A maid child call’d Marina; whom, O goddess, Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus Was nursed with Cleon; who at fourteen years He sought to murder: but her better stars Brought her to Mytilene; ’gainst whose shore Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us, Where by her own most clear remembrance, she Made known herself my daughter. (THAISA: Voice and favour! You are, you are—O royal Pericles!) What means the nun? She dies! help, gentlemen! (CERIMON: Noble sir, If you have told Diana’s altar true, This is your wife.) Reverend appearer, no; I threw her overboard with these very arms.

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