Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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Pericles Prince of Tyre.
¶power, my father, and a King.
¶Per. How, a Kings daughter, and cald Marina?
¶troubler of your peace, I will end here.
¶Haue you a working pulse, and are no Fairie?
¶Motion well, speake on, where were you borne?
2135And wherefore calld Marina?
¶Mar. My mother was the daughter of a King, who died
¶the minute I was borne, as my good Nurse Licherida hath
2140oft deliuered weeping.
¶This cannot be my daughter, buried, well, where were you
¶bred? Ile heare you more too'th bottome of your storie,
2145and neuer interrupt you.
¶deliuer, yet giue me leaue, how came you in these parts?
¶where were you bred?
¶Till cruel Cleon with his wicked wife,
¶Did seeke to murther me: and hauing wooed a villaine,
¶To attempt it, who hauing drawne to doo't,
¶A crew of Pirats came and rescued me,
2155Brought me to Metaline,
¶But good sir whither wil you haue me? why doe you weep?
¶It may be you thinke mee an imposture, no good fayth: I
¶am the dsughter to King Pericles, if good king Pericles be.
Hoe
