More like a god than you. Will you deliver I will, my lord. How this dead queen re-lives? Cer. Beseech you, first go with me to my house, Where shall be shown you all was found with her; No needful thing omitted. Per. Pure Dian, bless thee for thy vision! Makes me look dismal, will I clip to form; And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd, To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify. Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit, Sir, my father's dead. Per. Heavens make a star of him! Yet there, my queen, We'll celebrate their nuptials, and ourselves Will in that kingdom spend our following days; Our son and daughter shall in Tyrus reign.- To hear the rest untold :-Sir, lead the way. Enter GOWER. [Exeunt. Gow. In Antiochus, and his daughter, you have heard Of monstrous lust the due and just reward; In Pericles, his queen, and daughter, seen (Although assail'd with fortune fierce and keen) Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last : A figure of truth, of faith, of loyalty: For wicked Cleon and his wife, when fame Had spread their cursèd deed, and honour'd name That him and his they in his palace burn; The gods for murder seemed so content To punish them,—although not done, but meant. New joy wait on you! Here our play has ending. VENUS AND ADONIS. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLEY, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, and baron of Titchfield. RIGHT HONOURABLE, I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my un polished lines to your Lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burden: only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish, and the world's hopeful expectation. Your Honour's in all duty, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE I. EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face 2. "Thrice fairer than myself," thus she began, "Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed, 4. "And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety, 5. With this she seizeth on his sweating palm, 6. Over one arm the lusty courser's rein, She red and hot as coals of glowing fire, 7. The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens : (O, how quick is love!) To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust, And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust. |