1717Gower. Thus time we waste, & long leagues make short,

1718Saile seas in Cockles, haue and wish but fort,

1719Making to take our imagination,

1720From bourne to bourne, region to region,

1721By you being pardoned we commit no crime,

1722To vse one language, in each seuerall clime,

1723Where our sceanes seemes to liue,

1724I doe beseech you

1725To learne of me who stand with gappes

1726To teach you.

1727The stages of our storie Pericles

1728Is now againe thwarting thy wayward seas,

1729Attended on by many a Lord and Knight,

1730To see his daughter all his liues delight.

1731Old Helicanus goes along behind,

1732Is left to gouerne it, you beare in mind.

1733Old Escenes, whom Hellicanus late

1734Aduancde in time to great and hie estate.

1735Well sayling ships, and bounteous winds

1736Haue brought

1737This king to Tharsus, thinke this Pilat thought

1738So with his sterage, shall your thoughts grone

1739To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone

1740Like moats and shadowes, see them

1741Moue a while,

1742Your eares vnto your eyes Ile reconcile.

1747Gowr. See how beleefe may suffer by fowle showe,

1748This borrowed passion stands for true olde woe:

1749And Pericles in sorrowe all deuour'd,

1750With sighes shot through, and biggest teares ore-showr'd.

1751Leaues Tharsus, and againe imbarques, hee sweares

1752Neuer to wash his face, nor cut his hayres:

1753Hee put on sack-cloth, and to Sea he beares,

1754A Tempest which his mortall vessell teares.

1755And yet hee rydes it out, Nowe please you wit:

1756The Epitaph is for Marina writ, by wicked Dioniza.

1767No vizor does become blacke villanie,

1768So well as soft and tender flatterie:

1769Let Pericles beleeue his daughter's dead,

1770And beare his courses to be ordered;

1771By Lady Fortune, while our Steare must play,

1772His daughters woe and heauie welladay.

1773In her vnholie seruice: Patience then,

1774And thinke you now are all in Mittelin.