Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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Pericles Prince of Tyre.
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Enter Pericles at one doore, with all his trayne, Cleon and Dio-
¶niza at the other. Cleon shewes Pericles the tombe, whereat Pe-
¶And Pericles in sorrowe all deuour'd,
¶Neuer to wash his face, nor cut his hayres:
¶Hee put on sack-cloth, and to Sea he beares,
1755And yet hee rydes it out, Nowe please you wit:
¶The Epitaph is for Marina writ, by wicked Dioniza.
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The fairest, sweetest and best lyes heere,
¶Who withered in her spring of yeare:¶She was of Tyrus the Kings daughter,1760On whom fowle death hath made this slaughter.¶Marina was shee call'd, and at her byrth,¶Therefore the earth fearing to be ore-flowed,¶Hath Thetis byrth-childe on the heauens bestowed.¶Make raging Battery vpon shores of flint.
¶No vizor does become blacke villanie,
¶So well as soft and tender flatterie:
¶Let Pericles beleeue his daughter's dead,
1770And beare his courses to be ordered;
¶By Lady Fortune, while our Steare must play,
¶His daughters woe and heauie welladay.
¶In her vnholie seruice: Patience then,
¶And thinke you now are all in Mittelin.
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Enter two Gentlemen.
¶1.Gent. Did you euer heare the like?
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Gower.
