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  • Title: Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)
  • Editor: Tom Bishop

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

    [Enter Gower.]
    Gower Now our sands are almost run;
    More a little, and then dumb.
    This my last boon kindly give me,
    For such kindness must relieve me:
    2240That you aptly will suppose
    What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
    What minstrelsy and pretty din
    The regent made in Metalin
    To greet the king. So he thrived
    2245That he is promised to be wived
    To fair Marina, but in no wise
    Till he had done his sacrifice,
    As Dian bad. Whereto being bound,
    The interim, pray you, all confound.
    2250In feathered briefness sails are filled,
    And wishes fall out as they're willed.
    At Ephesus the temple see
    Our king and all his company.
    That he can hither come so soon
    2255Is by your fancies' thankful doom.