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Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
Pericles Prince of Tyre.
769Enter the King and Knights from Tilting.
771I place vpon the volume of your deedes,
772As in a Title page, your worth in armes,
775Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a Feast.
776You are Princes, and my guestes.
778To whom this Wreath of victorie I giue,
779And crowne you King of this dayes happinesse.
780Peri. Tis more by Fortune (Lady) then my Merit.
781King. Call it by what you will, the day is your,
782And here (I hope) is none that enuies it:
783In framing an Artist, art hath thus decreed,
784To make some good, but others to exceed,
786For (Daughter) so you are; heere take your place:
790For who hates honour, hates the Gods aboue.
791Marshal. Sir, yonder is your place.
794Haue neither in our hearts, nor outward eyes,
796Peri. You are right courtious Knights.
798By Ioue (I wonder) that is King of thoughts,
800Tha. By Iuno (that is Queene of mariage)
803Kin. Hee's but a countrie Gentleman: ha's done no more
804Then other Knights haue done, ha's broken a Staffe,
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