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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
    Which who shall crosse along to goe,
    Omit we all their dole and woe:
    Lichorida her Nurse she takes,
    1095And so to Sea; their vessell shakes,
    On Neptunes billow, halfe the flood,
    Hath their Keele cut: but fortune mou'd,
    Varies againe, the grisled North
    Disgorges such a tempest forth,
    1100That as a Ducke for life that diues,
    So vp and downe the poore Ship driues:
    The Lady shreekes, and wel-a-neare,
    Do's fall in trauayle with her feare:
    And what ensues in this fell storme,
    1105Shall for it selfe, it selfe performe:
    I nill relate, action may
    Conueniently the rest conuay;
    Which might not? what by me is told,
    In your imagination hold:
    1110This Stage, the Ship, vpon whose Decke
    The seas tost Pericles appeares to speake.

    Enter Pericles a Shipboard.
    Peri. The God of this great Vast, rebuke these surges,
    Which wash both heauen and hell, and thou that hast
    1115Vpon the Windes commaund, bind them in Brasse;
    Hauing call'd them from the deepe, ô still
    Thy deafning dreadfull thunders, gently quench
    Thy nimble sulphirous flashes: ô How Lychorida!
    How does my Queene? then storme venomously,
    1120Wilt thou speat all thy selfe? the sea-mans Whistle
    Is as a whisper in the eares of death,
    Vnheard Lychorida? Lucina, oh!
    Diuinest patrionesse, and my wife gentle
    To those that cry by night, conuey thy deitie
    1125Aboard our dauncing Boat, make swift the pangues
    Of my Queenes trauayles? now Lychorida.
    Enter