1673Cleon. Were I chiefe Lord of all this
spacious world, Ide
1674giue it to vndo the deede. O Ladie much le
sse in bloud then
1675vertue, yet a Princes to equall any
single Crowne ath earth
- 1676ith Iu
stice of compare, O villaine,
Leonine whom thou ha
st 1677poi
sned too , if thou had
st drunke to him tad beene a
1678kindne
sse becomming well thy face, what can
st thou
say
1679when noble
Pericles shall demaund his child?
1680Dion. That
shee is dead. Nur
ses are not the fates to fo
- 1681ster it, not euer to pre
serue,
she dide at night, Ile
say
so, who
1682can cro
sse it vnle
sse you play the impious Innocent, and
1683for an hone
st attribute , crie out
shee dyde by foule
1685Cle. O goe too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the
1686heauens, the Gods doe like this wor
st.
1687Dion. Be one of tho
se that thinkes the pettie wrens of
1688Tharsus will
flie hence, and open this to
Pericles, I do
shame
1689to thinke of what a noble
straine you are, and of how co
- 1691Cle. To
such proceeding who euer but his approba
- 1692tion added, though not his prince con
sent, he did not
flow
1693from honourable cour
ses.
1694Dion. Be it
so then, yet none does knowe but you
1695how
shee came dead, nor none can knowe
Leonine being
1696gone. Shee did di
sdaine my childe, and
stoode betweene
1697her and her fortunes : none woulde looke on her, but
1698ca
st their gazes on
Marianas face, while
st ours was blur
- 1699ted at, and helde a Mawkin not worth the time of day
. 1700It pier
st me thorow, and though you call my cour
se vn
- 1701naturall, you not your childe well louing, yet I
finde it
1702greets mee as an enterprize of kindne
sse performd to your
1704Cle. Heauens forgiue it.
1705Dion. And as for
Pericles, what
should hee
say, we wept
1706after her hear
se, & yet we mourne, her monument is almo
st 1707fini
shed, & her epitaphs in glittring
goldeñ chara
cters
expres
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