Monologue

Pericles Monologue

From Pericles by William Shakespeare

male · melancholic · 1:14 min

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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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Pericles, the King of Tyre, reflects on his past and the loss of his wife during childbirth, revealing his deep connection to his daughter Marina and the trials they have faced.

40s · longing · identity · family · fate · loss

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