Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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Pericles Prince of Tyre.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Anti. Enough. Let your breath coole your selfe, telling
¶your haste.
¶Mess. My Lord, Prince Pericles is fled.
215from a well experienst Archer hits the marke his eye doth
¶ricles is dead.
¶Thaliard adieu, till Pericles be dead,
¶My heart can lend no succour to my head.
¶
Enter Pericles with his Lords.
225The sad companion dull eyde melancholie,
¶In the dayes glorious walke or peacefull night,
230And daunger which I fearde is at Antioch,
¶Nor yet the others distance comfort me,
¶Haue after nourishment and life, by care
¶And what was first but feare, what might be done,
¶Growes elder now, and cares it be not done.
¶And so with me the great Antiochus,
240Gainst whom I am too little to contend,
¶Since hee's so great, can make his will his act,
¶Nor bootes it me to say, I honour,
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