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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.
    Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.
    Thal. From him I come with message vnto princely

    Pericles, but since my landing, I haue vnderstood your Lord
    has betake himselfe to vnknowne trauailes, now message
    385must returne from whence it came.
    Hell. Wee haue no reason to desire it, commended
    to our maister not to vs, yet ere you shall depart, this wee
    desire as friends to Antioch wee may feast in Tyre. Exit.

    Enter Cleon the Gouernour of Tharsus, with
    390his wife and others.
    Cleon.My Dyoniza shall wee rest vs heere,
    And by relating tales of others griefes,
    See if t'will teach vs to forget our owne?
    Dion. That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it,
    395For who digs hills because they doe aspire?
    Throwes downe one mountaine to cast vp a higher:
    O my distressed Lord, euen such our griefes are,
    Heere they are but felt, and seene with mischiefs eyes,
    But like to Groues, being topt, they higher rise.
    400Cleon. O Dioniza.
    Who wanteth food, and will not say hee wants it,
    Or can conceale his hunger till hee famish?
    Our toungs and sorrowes to sound deepe:
    Our woes into the aire, our eyes to weepe.
    405Till toungs fetch breath that may proclaime
    Them louder, that if heauen slumber, while
    Their creatures want, they may awake
    Their helpers, to comfort them.
    Ile then discourse our woes felt seuerall yeares,
    410And wanting breath to speake, helpe mee with teares.
    Dyoniza. Ile doe my best Syr.
    Cleon. This Tharsus ore which I haue the gouerne-(ment,
    A Cittie on whom plentie held full hand:
    For riches strew'de herselfe euen in her streetes,