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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
    These Knights vnto their seuerall Lodgings:
    880Yours sir, we haue giuen order be next our owne.
    Peri. I am at your Graces pleasure.
    Princes, it is too late to talke of Loue.
    And that's the marke I know, you leuell at:
    Therefore each one betake him to his rest,
    885To morrow all for speeding do their best.

    Enter Hellicanus and Escanes.
    Hell. No Escanes, know this of mee,
    Antiochus from incest liued not free:
    For which the most high Gods not minding,
    890Longer to with-hold the vengeance that
    They had in store, due to this heynous
    Capitall offence, euen in the height and pride
    Of all his glory, when he was seated in
    A Chariot of an inestimable value, and his daughter
    895With him; a fire from heauen came and shriueld
    Vp those bodyes euen to lothing, for they so stounke,
    That all those eyes ador'd them, ere their fall,
    Scorne now their hand should giue them buriall.
    Escanes. T'was very strange.
    900Hell. And yet but iustice; for though this King were great,
    His greatnesse was no gard to barre heauens shaft,
    But sinne had his reward.
    Escan. Tis very true.

    Enter two or three Lords.
    9051.Lord. See, not a man in priuate conference,
    Or counsaile, ha's respect with him but hee.
    2.Lord. It shall no longer grieue, without reprofe.
    3.Lord. And curst be he that will not second it.
    1.Lord. Follow me then: Lord Hellicane, a word.
    910Hell. With mee? and welcome happy day ,my Lords.
    1.Lord. Know, that our griefes are risen to the top,
    And now at length they ouer-flow their bankes.
    Hell. Your griefes, for what?