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

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


    The Play of
    1. Because he should haue swallowed mee too,
    590And when I had been in his belly,
    I would haue kept such a iangling of the Belles,
    That he should neuer haue left,
    Till he cast Belles, Steeple, Church and Parish vp againe:
    But if the good King Simonides were of my minde.
    595Per. Simonides?
    3. We would purge the land of these Drones,
    That robbe the Bee of her Hony.
    Per.How from the fenny subiect of the Sea,
    These Fishers tell the infirmities of men,
    600And from their watry empire recollect,
    All that may men approue, or men detect.
    Peace be at your labour, honest Fisher-men.
    2. Honest good fellow what's that, if it be a day fits you
    Search out of the Kalender, and no body looke after it?
    605Peri. May see the Sea hath cast vpon your coast:
    2. What a drunken Knaue was the Sea,
    To cast thee in our way?
    Per. A man whom both the Waters and the Winde,
    In that vast Tennis-court, hath made the Ball
    610For them to play vpon, intreates you pittie him:
    Hee askes of you, that neuer vs'd to begge.
    1. No friend, cannot you begge?
    Heer's them in our countrey of Greece,
    Gets more with begging, then we can doe with working.
    6152. Canst thou catch any Fishes then?
    Peri. I neuer practizde it.
    2. Nay then thou wilt starue sure: for heer's nothing to
    be got now-adayes, vnlesse thou canst fish for't.
    Per. What I haue been, I haue forgot to know;
    620But what I am, want teaches me to thinke on:
    A man throng'd vp with cold, my Veines are chill,
    And haue no more of life then may suffize,
    To giue my tongue that heat to aske your helpe:
    Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
    625For that I am a man, pray you see me buried.
    1. Die