Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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Pericles Prince of Tyre.
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Enter Lord Cerymon with a seruant.
¶Cery. Phylemon, hoe.
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Enter Phylemon.
¶Phyl.. Doth my Lord call?
¶T'as been a turbulent and stormie night.
1205Till now, I neare endured:
¶There's nothing can be ministred to Nature,
¶That can recouer him: giue this to the Pothecary,
¶And tell me how it workes.
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Enter two Gentlemen.
¶1.Gent. Good morrow.
1215Shooke as the earth did quake:
¶The very principals did seeme to rend and all to topple:
¶T'is not our husbandry.
1225Being thereto not compelled.
¶Cery. I hold it euer Vertue and Cunning,
¶But Immortalitie attendes the former,
1230Making a man a god:
¶Through which secret Art, by turning ore Authorities,
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