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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.
    Enter Lychorida.
    Lychor. Heere is a thing too young for such a place,
    Who if it had conceit, would die, as I am like to doe:
    1130Take in your armes this peece of your dead Queene.
    Peri. How? how Lychorida?
    Lycho. Patience (good sir) do not assist the storme,
    Heer's all that is left liuing of your Queene;
    A litle Daughter: for the sake of it,
    1135Be manly, and take comfort.
    Per. O you Gods!
    Why do you make vs loue your goodly gyfts,
    And snatch them straight away? we heere below,
    Recall not what we giue, and therein may
    1140Vse honour with you.
    Lycho. Patience (good sir) euen for this charge.
    Per. Now mylde may be thy life,
    For a more blusterous birth had neuer Babe:
    Quiet and gentle thy conditions; for
    1145Thou art the rudelyest welcome to this world,
    That euer was Princes Child: happy what followes,
    Thou hast as chiding a natiuitie,
    As Fire, Ayre, Water, Earth, and Heauen can make,
    To harould thee from the wombe:
    1150Euen at the first, thy losse is more then can
    Thy portage quit, with all thou canst find heere:
    Now the good Gods throw their best eyes vpon't.

    Enter two Saylers.
    1.Sayl. What courage sir? God saue you.
    1155Per. Courage enough, I do not feare the flaw,
    It hath done to me the worst: yet for the loue
    Of this poore Infant, this fresh new sea-farer,
    I would it would be quiet.
    1.Sayl. Slake the bolins there; thou wilt not wilt thou:
    1160Blow and split thy selfe.
    2.Sayl. But Sea-roome, and the brine and cloudy billow
    Kisse the Moone, I care not.
    1.Sayl. Sir
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