nursed with Dionysia, who at fourteen years thought to kill her, but her better stars brought her to Mitylene, by whose shores as I sailed, her good fortunes brought this maid on board, where by her most clear remembrance she made herself known to be my daughter.')

Thaisa, unable to bear the transports which his words had raised in her, cried out: 'You are, you are, O royal Pericles'—and fainted. 'What means this woman?' said Pericles: 'she dies! gentlemen, help.' 'Sir,' said Cerimon, 'if you have told Diana's altar true, this is your wife.' 'Reverend gentleman, no,' said Pericles: 'I threw her overboard with these very arms.' Cerimon then recounted how, early one tempestuous morning, this lady was thrown upon the Ephesian shore; how, opening the coffin, he found therein rich jewels, and a paper; how, happily, he recovered her, and placed her here in Diana's temple. And now, Thaisa being restored from her swoon said: 'O my lord, are you not Pericles?