Thus time we waste, and long leagues make short,
4.4.21718Sail seas in cockles, have and wish but for't;
4.4.41720From bourn to bourn, region to region.
4.4.51721By you being pardoned, we commit no crime
4.4.61722To use one language in each several clime
4.4.101728Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
4.4.121730To see his daughter all his life's delight.
4.4.161734Advanced in time to great and high estate.
4.4.181737This king to Tharsus -- think his pilot thought;
4.4.191738So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on
4.4.201739To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
4.4.221742Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
4.4.22.21743Enter Pericles at one door, with all his train; Cleon and 1744Dionyza at the other. Cleon shows Pericles the tomb, whereat Pe1745ricles makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty 1746passion departs [with his train. Exeunt Cleon and Dionyza at the other door.] See how belief may suffer by fowl show:
4.4.241748This borrowed passion stands for true-owed woe.
4.4.261750With sighs shot through and biggest tears o'er-showered,
4.4.271751Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
4.4.281752Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs.
4.4.291753He puts on sackcloth and to sea he bears
4.4.311755And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
4.4.33.1[He reads the inscription on Marina's monument.] The fairest, sweet'st and best lies here,
4.4.371760On whom foul death hath made this slaughter.
4.4.391762Thetis, being proud, swallowed some part o'th'earth.
4.4.401763Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'er-flowed,
4.4.411764Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestowed,
4.4.421765Wherefore she does -- and swears she'll never stint --
4.4.431766Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
4.4.461769Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
4.4.481771By Lady Fortune, while our scene must play