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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.
    Mar. Patience good sir: or here Ile cease.
    2125Per. Nay Ile be patient: thou little knowst howe thou
    doest startle me to call thy selfe Marina.
    Mar. The name was giuen mee by one that had some
    power, my father, and a King.
    Per. How, a Kings daughter, and cald Marina?
    2130Mar. You sed you would beleeue me, but not to bee a
    troubler of your peace, I will end here.
    Per. But are you flesh and bloud?
    Haue you a working pulse, and are no Fairie?
    Motion well, speake on, where were you borne?
    2135And wherefore calld Marina?
    Mar. Calld Marina, for I was borne at sea.
    Plr. At sea, what mother?
    Mar. My mother was the daughter of a King, who died
    the minute I was borne, as my good Nurse Licherida hath
    2140oft deliuered weeping.
    Per. O stop there a little, this is the rarest dreame
    That ere duld sleepe did mocke sad fooles withall,
    This cannot be my daughter, buried, well, where were you
    bred? Ile heare you more too'th bottome of your storie,
    2145and neuer interrupt you.
    Mar. You scorne, beleeue me twere best I did giue ore.
    Per. I will beleeue you by the syllable of what you shall
    deliuer, yet giue me leaue, how came you in these parts?
    where were you bred?
    2150Mar. The King my father did in Tharsus leaue me,
    Till cruel Cleon with his wicked wife,
    Did seeke to murther me: and hauing wooed a villaine,
    To attempt it, who hauing drawne to doo't,
    A crew of Pirats came and rescued me,
    2155Brought me to Metaline,
    But good sir whither wil you haue me? why doe you weep?
    It may be you thinke mee an imposture, no good fayth: I
    am the dsughter to King Pericles, if good king Pericles be.
    Hoe
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