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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Tom Bishop
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Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)

Pericles Prince of Tyre.

ter might haue beene: My Queenes square browes, her
2090stature to an inch , as wandlike-straight, as siluer voyst,
her eyes as Iewell-like, and caste as richly, in pace an o-
ther Iuno. Who starues the eares shee feedes, and makes
them hungrie, the more she giues them speech, Where doe
you liue?
2095Mar. Where I am but a straunger from the decke, you
may discerne the place.
Per. Where were you bred? and how atchieu'd you these
indowments which you make more rich to owe?
Mar. If I should tell my hystorie, it would seeme like
2100lies disdaind in the reporting.
Per. Prethee speake, falsnesse cannot come from thee,
for thou lookest modest as iustice, & thou seemest a Pallas
for the crownd truth to dwell in, I wil beleeue thee & make
senses credit thy relation, to points that seeme impossible,
2105for thou lookest like one I loued indeede: what were thy
friends? didst thou not stay when I did push thee backe,
which was when I perceiu'd thee that thou camst from
good discending. Mar. So indeed I did.
Per. Report thy parentage, I think thou saidst thou hadst
2110beene tost from wrong to iniurie, and that thou thoughts
thy griefs might equall mine, if both were opened.
Mar. Some such thing I sed, and sed no more, but what
my thoughts did warrant me was likely.
Per. Tell thy storie, if thine considered proue the thou-
2115sand part of my enduraunce, thou art a man, and I haue
suffered like a girle, yet thou doest looke like patience,
gazing on Kings graues, and smiling extremitie out of
act, what were thy friends? howe lost thou thy name,
my most kinde Virgin? recount I doe beseech thee, Come
2120sit by mee.
Mar. My name is Marina.
Per. Oh I am mockt, and thou by some insenced God
sent hither to make the world to laugh at me.
Mar. Patience