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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)


    Gower. Now our sands are almost run,
    More a little, and then dum.
    This my last boone giue mee;
    For such kindnesse must relieue mee:
    2240That you aptly will suppose,
    What pageantry, what feats, what showes,
    What minstrelsie, and prettie din,
    The Regent made in Metalin.
    To greet the King, so he thriued,
    2245That he is promisde to be wiued
    To faire Marina, but in no wise,
    Till he had done his sacrifice.
    As Dian bad, whereto being bound,
    The Interim pray, you all confound.
    2250In fetherd briefenes sayles are fild,
    And wishes fall out as they'r wild,
    At Ephesus the Temple see,
    Our King and all his companie.
    That he can hither come so soone,
    2255Is by your fancies thankfull doome.