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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.
    seene, O come, be buried a second time within these armes.
    Me. My heart leaps to be gone into my mothers bo-
    Per. Looke who kneeles here, flesh of thy flesh Thaisa,
    thy burden at the Sea, and call'd Marina, for she was yeel-
    ded there.
    Th. Blest, and mine owne.
    2305Hell. Hayle Madame, and my Queene.
    Th. I knowe you not.
    Hell. You haue heard mee say when I did flie from
    Tyre, I left behind an ancient substitute, can you remem-
    ber what I call'd the man, I haue nam'd him oft.
    2310Th. T'was Hellicanus then.
    Per. Still confirmation, imbrace him deere Thaisa, this
    is hee, now doe I long to heare how you were found ? how
    possiblie preserued? and who to thanke (besides the gods)
    for this great miracle?
    2315Th. Lord Cerimon, my Lord, this man through whom
    the Gods haue showne their power, that can from first to
    last resolue you.
    Per. Reuerent Syr, the gods can haue no mortall officer
    more like a god then you, will you deliuer how this dead
    2320Queene reliues?
    Cer. I will my Lord, beseech you first, goe with mee
    to my house, where shall be showne you all was found with
    her. How shee came plac'ste heere in the Temple, no
    needfull thing omitted.
    2325Per. Pure Dian blesse thee for thy vision, and will offer
    night oblations to thee Thaisa, this Prince, the faire betro-
    thed of your daughter, shall marrie her at Pentapolis, and
    now this ornament makes mee looke dismall, will I clip to
    forme, and what this fourteene yeeres no razer touch't, to
    2330grace thy marridge-day, Ile beautifie.
    Th. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit. Sir,
    my father's dead.
    Per. Heauen
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