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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)

    Pericles Prince of Tyre.
    ter might haue beene: My Queenes square browes, her
    2090stature to an inch , as wandlike-straight, as siluer voyst,
    her eyes as Iewell-like, and caste as richly, in pace an o-
    ther Iuno. Who starues the eares shee feedes, and makes
    them hungrie, the more she giues them speech, Where doe
    you liue?
    2095Mar. Where I am but a straunger from the decke, you
    may discerne the place.
    Per. Where were you bred? and how atchieu'd you these
    indowments which you make more rich to owe?
    Mar. If I should tell my hystorie, it would seeme like
    2100lies disdaind in the reporting.
    Per. Prethee speake, falsnesse cannot come from thee,
    for thou lookest modest as iustice, & thou seemest a Pallas
    for the crownd truth to dwell in, I wil beleeue thee & make
    senses credit thy relation, to points that seeme impossible,
    2105for thou lookest like one I loued indeede: what were thy
    friends? didst thou not stay when I did push thee backe,
    which was when I perceiu'd thee that thou camst from
    good discending.
    Mar. So indeed I did.
    Per. Report thy parentage, I think thou saidst thou hadst
    2110beene tost from wrong to iniurie, and that thou thoughts
    thy griefs might equall mine, if both were opened.
    Mar. Some such thing I sed, and sed no more, but what
    my thoughts did warrant me was likely.
    Per. Tell thy storie, if thine considered proue the thou-
    2115sand part of my enduraunce, thou art a man, and I haue
    suffered like a girle, yet thou doest looke like patience,
    gazing on Kings graues, and smiling extremitie out of
    act, what were thy friends? howe lost thou thy name,
    my most kinde Virgin? recount I doe beseech thee, Come
    2120sit by mee.
    Mar. My name is Marina.
    Per. Oh I am mockt, and thou by some insenced God
    sent hither to make the world to laugh at me.
    Mar. Patience