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

Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Hel. Sir, tis the gouernor of Metaline, who hearing of
2195your melancholie state, did come to see you.
Per. I embrace you, giue me my robes.
I am wilde in my beholding, O heauens blesse my girle,
But harke what Musicke tell, Hellicanus my Marina,
Tell him ore point by point, for yet he seemes to doat.
2200How sure you are my daughter, but what musicke?
Hel My Lord I heare none.
Per. None, the Musicke of the Spheres, list my Marina.
Lys. It is not good to crosse him, giue him way.
Per. Rarest sounds, do ye not heare?
2205Lys. Musicke my Lord? I heare.
Per. Most heauenly Musicke.
It nips me vnto listning, and thicke slumber
Hangs vpon mine eyes, let me rest.
Lys. A Pillow for his head, so leaue him all.
2210Well my companion friends, if this but answere to my iust
beliefe, Ile well remember you.
Dia. My Temple stands in Ephesus,
Hie thee thither, and doe vppon mine Altar sacrifice,
2215There when my maiden priests are met together before the
people all, reueale how thou at sea didst loose thy wife, to
mourne thy crosses with thy daughters, call, & giue them
repetition to the like, or performe my bidding, or thou li-
uest in woe: doo't, and happie, by my siluer bow, awake and
2220tell thy dreame.
Per. Celestiall Dian, Goddesse Argentine,
I will obey thee Hellicanus.
Hell. Sir.
Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike,
The inhospitable Cleon, but I am for other seruice first,
2225Toward Ephesus turne our blowne sayles,
Eftsoones Ile tell thee why, shall we refresh vs sir vpon your
shore , and giue you golde for such prouision as our in-
tents will neede.
Lys. Sir,