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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Tom Bishop
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Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)

[Enter Gower.]
Gower Now our sands are almost run;
More a little, and then dumb.
This my last boon kindly give me,
For such kindness must relieve me:
2240That you aptly will suppose
What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
What minstrelsy and pretty din
The regent made in Metalin
To greet the king. So he thrived
2245That he is promised to be wived
To fair Marina, but in no wise
Till he had done his sacrifice,
As Dian bad. Whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.
2250In feathered briefness sails are filled,
And wishes fall out as they're willed.
At Ephesus the temple see
Our king and all his company.
That he can hither come so soon
2255Is by your fancies' thankful doom.