1673Cleon. Were I chiefe Lord of all this spacious world, Ide

1674giue it to vndo the deede. O Ladie much lesse in bloud then

1675vertue, yet a Princes to equall any single Crowne ath earth-

1676ith Iustice of compare, O villaine, Leonine whom thou hast

1677poisned too , if thou hadst drunke to him tad beene a

1678kindnesse becomming well thy face, what canst thou say

1679when noble Pericles shall demaund his child?

1680Dion. That shee is dead. Nurses are not the fates to fo-

1681ster it, not euer to preserue, she dide at night, Ile say so, who

1682can crosse it vnlesse you play the impious Innocent, and

1683for an honest attribute , crie out shee dyde by foule

1684play.

1685Cle. O goe too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the

1686heauens, the Gods doe like this worst.

1687Dion. Be one of those 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-

1690ward a spirit.

1691Cle. To such proceeding who euer but his approba-

1692tion added, though not his prince consent, he did not flow

1693from honourable courses.

1694Dion. Be it so then, yet none does knowe but you

1695how shee came dead, nor none can knowe Leonine being

1696gone. Shee did disdaine my childe, and stoode betweene

1697her and her fortunes : none woulde looke on her, but

1698cast their gazes on Marianas face, whilest ours was blur-

1699ted at, and helde a Mawkin not worth the time of day.

1700It pierst me thorow, and though you call my course vn-

1701naturall, you not your childe well louing, yet I finde it

1702greets mee as an enterprize of kindnesse performd to your

1703sole daughter.

1704Cle. Heauens forgiue it.

1705Dion. And as for Pericles, what should hee say, we wept

1706after her hearse, & yet we mourne, her monument is almost

1707finished, & her epitaphs in glittring goldeñ characters expres