Now sleep yslackèd hath the rouse,

3.0.21047No din but snores about the house,

3.0.31048Made louder by the o'er-fed breast

3.0.41049Of this most pompous marriage-feast:

3.0.51050The cat with eyne of burning coal,

3.0.61051Now couches from the mouse's hole;

3.0.71052And crickets sing at the oven's mouth,

3.0.81053Are the blither for their drouth.

3.0.91054Hymen hath brought the bride to bed,

3.0.101055Where, by the loss of maidenhead,

3.0.111056A babe is moulded. Be attent,

3.0.121057And time that is so briefly spent

3.0.131058With your fine fancies quaintly eche:

3.0.141059What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech.

3.0.151066By many a dern and painful perch

3.0.161067Of Pericles the careful search,

3.0.171068By the four opposing coigns

3.0.181069Which the world together joins,

3.0.191070Is made with all due diligence

3.0.201071That horse and sail and high expense

3.0.211072Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre,

3.0.221073Fame answering the most strange enquire,

3.0.231074To th'court of King Simonides

3.0.241075Are letters brought; the tenor these:

3.0.251076Antiochus and his daughter dead,

3.0.261077The men of Tyrus on the head

3.0.271078Of Helicanus would set on

3.0.281079The crown of Tyre, but he will none.

3.0.291080The mutiny he there hastes t'appease,

3.0.301081Says to 'em: if King Pericles

3.0.311082Come not home in twice six moons,

3.0.321083He, obedient to their dooms,

3.0.331084Will take the crown. The sum of this,

3.0.341085Brought hither to Pentapolis,

3.0.351086Yravishèd the regions round,

3.0.361087And every one with claps can sound:

3.0.371088"Our heir apparent is a king!

3.0.381089Who dreamt, who thought of such a thing?"

3.0.391090Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre;

3.0.401091His queen, with child, makes her desire --

3.0.411092Which who shall cross? -- along to go.

3.0.421093Omit we all their dole and woe.

3.0.431094Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,

3.0.441095And so to sea. Their vessel shakes

3.0.451096On Neptune's billow. Half the flood

3.0.461097Hath their keel cut, but Fortune, moved,

3.0.471098Varies again; the grisled north

3.0.481099Disgorges such a tempest forth

3.0.491100That, as a duck for life that dives,

3.0.501101So up and down the poor ship drives.

3.0.511102The lady shrieks and, well-a-near,

3.0.521103Does fall in travail with her fear,

3.0.531104And what ensues in this fell storm

3.0.541105Shall for itself itself perform.

3.0.551106I nill relate, action may

3.0.561107Conveniently the rest convey,

3.0.571108Which might not what by me is told.

3.0.581109In your imagination hold

3.0.591110This stage the ship, upon whose deck

3.0.601111The seas-tossed Pericles appears to speak.