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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.
    Wrong not your Prince, you loue.
    9151.Lord. Wrong not your selfe then, noble Hellican,
    But if the Prince do liue, let vs salute him,
    Or know what ground's made happy by his breath:
    If in the world he liue, wee'le seeke him out:
    If in his Graue he rest, wee'le find him there,
    920And be resolued he liues to gouerne vs:
    Or dead, giue's cause to mourne his funerall,
    And leaue vs to our free election.
    2.Lord. Whose death in deed, the strongest in our sensure,
    And knowing this Kingdome is without a head,
    925Like goodly Buyldings left without a Roofe,
    Soone fall to ruine: your noble selfe,
    That best know how to rule, and how to raigne,
    Wee thus submit vnto our Soueraigne.
    Omnes. Liue noble Hellicane.
    930Hell. Try honours cause; forbeare your suffrages:
    If that you loue Prince Pericles, forbeare,
    (Take I your wish, I leape into the seas,
    Where's howerly trouble, for a minuts ease)
    A twelue-month longer, let me intreat you
    935To forbeare the absence of your King;
    If in which time expir'd, he not returne,
    I shall with aged patience beare your yoake:
    But if I cannot winne you to this loue,
    Goe search like nobles, like noble subiects,
    940And in your search, spend your aduenturous worth,
    Whom if you find, and winne vnto returne,
    You shall like Diamonds sit about his Crowne.
    1.Lord. To wisedome, hee's a foole, that will not yeeld:
    And since Lord Hellicane enioyneth vs,
    945We with our trauels will endeauour.
    Hell. Then you loue vs, we you, & wee'le claspe hands:
    When Peeres thus knit, a Kingdome euer stands.
    Enter the King reading of a letter at one doore,
    the Knightes meete him.
    9501.Knight. Good morrow to the good Simonides.
    D 3.