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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)

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    At that, would make me glad?
    King. Yea Mistris, are you so peremptorie?
    1025I am glad on't with all my heart,
    Ile tame you; Ile bring you in subiection. Aside.
    Will you not, hauing my consent,
    Bestow your loue and your affections,
    Vpon a Stranger? who for ought I know,
    1030May be (nor can I thinke the contrary) Aside.
    As great in blood as I my selfe:
    Therefore, heare you Mistris, either frame
    Your will to mine: and you sir, heare you;
    Either be rul'd by mee, or Ile make you,
    1035Man and wife: nay come, your hands,
    And lippes must seale it too: and being ioynd,
    Ile thus your hopes destroy, and for further griefe:
    God giue you ioy; what are you both pleased?
    Tha. Yes, if you loue me sir?
    1040Peri. Euen as my life, my blood that fosters it.
    King. What are you both agreed?
    Ambo. Yes, if't please your Maiestie.
    King. It pleaseth me so well, that I will see you wed,
    And then with what haste you can, get you to bed. Exeunt.

    1045Enter Gower.

    Now sleepe yslacked hath the rout,
    No din but snores about the house,
    Made louder by the orefed breast,
    Of this most pompous maryage Feast:
    1050The Catte with eyne of burning cole,
    Now coutches from the Mouses hole;
    And Cricket sing at the Ouens mouth,
    Are the blyther for their drouth:
    Hymen hath brought the Bride to bed,
    1055Where by the losse of maydenhead,
    A Babe is moulded: be attent,