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


Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Heere I giue to vnderstand,
1270If ere this Coffin driues aland;
I King Pericles haue lost
This Queene, worth all our mundaine cost:
Who finds her, giue her burying,
She was the Daughter of a King:
1275Besides, this Treasure for a fee,
The Gods requit his charitie.
If thou liuest Pericles, thou hast a heart,
That euer cracks for woe, this chaunc'd to night.
2.Gent. Most likely sir.
1280Cer. Nay certainely to night, for looke how fresh she looks.
They were too rough, that threw her in the sea.
Make a Fire within; fetch hither all my Boxes in my Closet,
Death may vsurpe on Nature many howers, and yet
The fire oflife kindle againe the ore-prest spirits :
1285I heard of an Egiptian that had 9. howers lien dead,
Who was by good applyaunce recouered.
Enter one with Napkins and Fire.
Well sayd, well sayd; the fire and clothes: the rough and
Wofull Musick that we haue, cause it to sound beseech you:
1290The Violl once more; how thou stirr'st thou blocke?
The Musicke there: I pray you giue her ayre:
Gentlemen, this Queene will liue,
Nature awakes a warmth breath out of her;
She hath not been entranc'st aboue fiue howers:
1295See how she ginnes to blow into lifes flower againe.
1.Gent. The Heauens, through you, encrease our wonder,
And sets vp your fame for euer.
Cer. She is aliue, behold her ey-lids,
Cases to those heauenly iewels which Pericles hath lost,
1300Begin to part their fringes of bright gold,
The Diamonds of a most praysed water doth appeare,
To make the world twise rich, liue, and make vs weepe.
To heare your fate, faire creature, rare as you seeme to bee.
Shee moues.
1305Thai. O deare Diana, where am I? where's my Lord?
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