Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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¶Omit we all their dole and woe:
¶On Neptunes billow, halfe the flood,
¶Hath their Keele cut: but fortune mou'd,
¶Varies againe, the grisled North
1100That as a Ducke for life that diues,
¶So vp and downe the poore Ship driues:
¶The Lady shreekes, and wel-a-neare,
¶Do's fall in trauayle with her feare:
¶I nill relate, action may
¶Conueniently the rest conuay;
¶Which might not? what by me is told,
¶In your imagination hold:
1110This Stage, the Ship, vpon whose Decke
¶
Enter Pericles a Shipboard.
¶Hauing call'd them from the deepe, ô still
¶Thy deafning dreadfull thunders, gently quench
¶Is as a whisper in the eares of death,
¶Vnheard Lychorida? Lucina, oh!
¶To those that cry by night, conuey thy deitie
1125Aboard our dauncing Boat, make swift the pangues
¶Of my Queenes trauayles? now Lychorida.
Enter
