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Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,

1 Sail. Slack the bowlines there; thou wilt not, And so to sea. Then, vessel shakes

wilt thou ?-Blow, and split thyself. On Neptune's billow; half the flood

2 Sail

. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy biHath their keel cut; but fortune's mood

low kiss the moon, I care not. Varies again: the grizzly north

1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard: the sea Disgorges such a tempest forth

works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till tre That, as a duck for life that dives,

ship be cleared of the dead. So up and down the poor ship drives.

Per. That's your superstition. The lady shrieks, and well-a-near,

1 Sail. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been Does fall in travail with her fear:

still observed, and we are strong in earnest. There And what ensues in this self storm

fore briefly yield her, for she must overboard straight. Shall for itself itself perform.

Per. As you think meet.—Most wretched queen! I nill relate, action may

Lyc. Here she lies, sir. Conveniently the rest convey,

Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear; Which might not what by me is told.

No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements In your imagination hold

Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time This stage the ship, upon whose deck

To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
The seas-tost Pericles appears to speak. [Exit. Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze;

Where, for a monument upon thy bones,

And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale,
Enter Pericles, on shipboard.

And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse,

Lying with simple shells.- Lychorida!
Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges, Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper,
Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Bring me the satin coffer: lay the babe
Having call’d them from the deep. O! still

Upon the pillow. Hie thee, whiles I say
Thy deafening, dreadful thunders; duly quench A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman,
Thy nimble, sulphurous flashes !-0! how, Lychorida,

How does my queen ?- Thou storm, venomously 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches,
Wilt thou spit all thyself?—The seaman's whistle caulk'd and bitumed ready.
Is as a whisper in the ears of death,

Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this! Unheard.—Lychorida !—Lucina, O!

2 Sail. We are near Tharsus. Divinest patroness and midwife, gentle

Per. Thither, gentle mariner,
To those that cry by night, convey thy deity Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it!
Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs 2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease.
Of my queen's travails !—Now, Lychorida-

Per. O! make for Tharsus.-
Enter LYCHorida, with an Infant.

There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
Lyc. Here is a thing too young for such a place, Cannot hold out to Tyrus : there I'll leave it
Who, if it had conceit, would die as I

At careful nursing.–Go thy ways, good mariner: Am like to do. Take in your arms this piece I'll bring the body presently.

Erent. Of dead

queen. Per. How! how, Lychorida!

SCENE II.- Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's

Lyc. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm.
Here's all that is left living of your queen,

Enter Cerimon, a Servant, and some Persons scko A little daughter: for the sake of it,

have been Shipwrecked. Be manly, and take comfort.

Cer. Philemon, ho!
O you gods!

Enter Philemon.
Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,

Phil. Doth my lord call?
And snatch them straight away? We, here below, Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men:
Recall not what we give, and therein may

It has been a turbulent and stormy night.
Use honour with you.

Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this, Lyc. Patience, good sir,

Till now I ne'er endur'd. Even for this charge.

Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return: Per.

Now, mild may be thy life; There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, For a more blust'rous birth had never babe:

That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, Quiet and gentle thy conditions ;

And tell me how it works.

[To PHILEWON. For thou'rt the rudeliest welcome to this world,

[Exeunt Philemon, Servant, and the rest. That e'er was prince's child. Happy what follows !

Enter Two Gentlemen. Thou hast as chiding a nativity,

1 Gent.

Good morrow, sir.
As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, 2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship.
To herald thee from the womb: even at the first,


Gentlemen, Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit,

Why do you stir so early? With all thou canst find here.- Now the good gods

i Gent. Sir, Throw their best eyes upon it!

Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
Enter Two Sailors.

Shook, as the earth did quake;
1 Sail. What, courage, sir! God save you. The very principals did seem to rend,

Per. Courage enough. I do not fear the flaw; And all to topple. Pure surprise and fear
It hath done to me the worst : yet, for the love Made me to quit the house.
Of this poor infant, this fresh new sea-farer,

2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; I would it would be quiet.

'Tis not our husbandry.


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O! you say well.

2 Gent. Most likely, sir.
1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, Cer.

Nay, certainly to-night; having

For look, how fresh she looks. They were too rough,
Rich tire about you, should at these early hours That threw her in the sea. Make fire within :
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.

Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
'Tis most strange,

Death may usurp on nature many hours,
Nature should be so conversant with pain,

And yet the fire of life kindle again
Being thereto not compellid.

The overpressed spirits. I heard

I hold it ever,

Of an Egyptian, that had nine hours lien dead,
Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Who was by good appliance recovered.
Than nobleness and riches : careless heirs

Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire.
May the two latter darken and expend;

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.-
But immortality attends the former,

The rough and woful music that we have,
Making a man'a god. "Tis known, I ever

Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.
Have studied physic, through which secret art, The vial once more;—how thou stirr'st, thou block !-
By turning o'er authorities, I have

The music there !- I pray you, give her air.
with my practice) inade familiar

To me and to my aid, the blest infusions

This queen will live : nature awakes a warm
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;

Breath out of her: she hath not been entranc'd
And can speak of the disturbances that nature Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow
Works, and of her cures; which doth give me Into life's flower again!
A more content, in course of true delight,

1 Gent.

The heavens
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,

Through you increase our wonder, and set up
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

Your fame for ever.
To please the fool and death.


She is alive! behold,
2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels

Which Pericles hath lost,
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold :
Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd: The diamonds of a most praised water
And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even Do appear to make the world twice rich. Live,

still open, bath built lord Cerimon And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, Such strong renown as time shall never

Rare as you seem to be !

[She moves. Enter Two Servants with a Chest.


O dear Diana!
Serv. So; lift there.

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?
What is that?

2 Gent. Is not this strange ?
Sir, even now 1 Gent.

Most rare.
Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:


Hush, gentle neighbours ! 'Tis of some wreck.

Lend me your hands ; to the next chamber bear her. Cer.

Set it down ; let's look upon't. Get linen : now this matter must be look'd to,
2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.

For her relapse is mortal. Come, come ;

Whate'er it be, And Æsculapius guide us !
'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:

[Exeunt, carrying Thaisa out. If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,

SCENE III.-Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. "Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us. 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.

Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, LYCHorida, and


How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd.
Did the sea cast it up?

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone :
Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir,

My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands
As toss'd it upon

In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,

Come, wrench it open. Take from my heart all thankfulness; the gods
Soft, soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.

Make up the rest upon you ! 2 Gent. A delicate odour.

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you
Cer. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.

O, you most potent gods ! what's here? a corse ? Yet glance full wanderingly on us.
i Gent. Most strange!


0, your sweet queen! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm'd and en- That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her treasured

With full bags of spices! A passport too :

To have bless'd mine eyes!
Apollo, perfect me i' the characters! [Unfolds a Scroll.


We cannot but obey

The Here I give to understand,

Could I rage and roar

[Reads. powers above us. (If e'er this coffin drive a-land)

As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end 1, king Pericles, have lost

Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina (whom, This queen, worth all our mundane cost.

For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) here
Who finds her, give her burying ;

I charge your charity withal, and leave her
She was the daughter of a king :

The infant of your care; beseeching you
Besides this treasure for a fee,

To give her princely training, that she may

Be manner'd as she is born.
The gods requite his charity!

Cle. Fear not, my lord, but think
If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart

Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,
That even cracks for woe !—This chanc'd to-night. (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you)

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I believe you;

Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Lychorida, no tears :
Should therein make me vile, the common body, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty ; You may depend hereafter.—Come, my lord. [Exeunt.
But if to that my nature need a spur,

SCENE IV.-Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House. The gods revenge it upon me and mine,

Enter CERIMON and Thaisa.
To the end of generation.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Your honour and your goodness teach me to't, Lay with you in your coffer, which are
Without your vows.

Till she be married, madam, At your command. Know you the character ? By bright Diana, whom we honour all,

Thai. It is my lord's. Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, Though I show will in't. So I take my leave. Even on my yearning time; but whether there Good madam, make me blessed in your care

Delivered or no, by the holy gods, In bringing up my child.

I cannot rightly say. But since king Pericles, Dion.

I have one myself, My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again, Who shall not be more dear to my respect,

A vestal livery will I take me to, Than yours, my lord.

And never more have joy. Per.

Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o' the Diana's temple is not distant far, shore ;

Where you may abide till your date expire. Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine The gentlest winds of heaven.

Shall there attend you. Per.

I will embrace

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all ; Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.—0! no tears, Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. [Exeunt.


Enter Gower.

And cursed Dionyza hath
Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre,

The pregnant instrument of wrath
Welcom'd and settled to his own desire :

Prest for this blow. The unborn event His woful queen we leave at Ephesus,

I do commend to your content: Unto Diana there a votaress.

Only I carried winged time Now to Marina bend your mind,

Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; Whom our fast-growing scene must find

Which never could I so convey, At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

Unless your thoughts went on my way.In music, letters; who hath gain'd

Dionyza doth appear, Of education all the grace,

With Leonine, a murderer.

[Erit. Which makes her both the heart and place

SCENE I.—Tharsus. An open Place near the SeaOf general wonder. But alack!

shore. That monster envy, oft the wrack

Enter Dionyza and LEONINE.
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.

Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do't: And in this kind hath our Cleon

'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. One daughter, and a wench full grown,

Thou canst not do a thing i' the world so soon, Even ripe for marriage rite: this maid

To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, Hight Philoten; and it is said

Which is but cold, inflaming love in thy bosom, For certain in our story, she

Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which Would ever with Marina be:

Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk

A soldier to thy purpose. With fingers, long, small, white as milk;

Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Or when she would with sharp needle wound Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. , The cambric, which she made more sound

Here By hurting it; or when to the lute

She comes weeping for her old nurse's death. She sung, and made the night-bird mute,

Thou art resolv'd ? That still records with moan; or when


I am resolv'd. She would with rich and constant pen

Enter MARINA, with a Basket of Flowers. Vail to her mistress Dian ; still 2

Mar. No, I will rob Tellus of her weed, This Philoten contends in skill

To strew thy grave with flowers: the yellows, blues, With absolute Marina: so

The purple violets, and marigolds,
With the dove of Paphos might the crow Shall, as a carpet, hang upon thy grave,
Vie feathers white.
Marina gets

While summer days do last. Ah me, poor maid ! All praises, which are paid as debts,

Born in a tempest, when my mother died, And not as given. This so darks

This world to me is like a lasting storm, In Philoten all graceful marks,

Whirring me from my friends. That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,

Dion. How now, Marina! why do you weep alone! A present murderer does prepare

How chance my daughter is not with you! Do not For good Marina, that her daughter

Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have Might stand peerless by this slaughter.

A nurse of me. Lord! how your favour's chang'd The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,

With this unprofitable woe. Come, come; Lychorida, our nurse, is dead :

Give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it.


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pay for them,

Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,

And save poor me, the weaker.
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach. Come, Leon.

I am sworn,
Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her.

And will despatch.
Mar. No, I pray you;

Enter Pirates, whilst Marina is struggling.
I'll not bereave you of your servant.

1 Pirate. Hold, villain ! [LEONINE runs away. Dion.

Come, come;

2 Pirate. A prize! a prize! I love the king your father, and yourself,

3 Pirate. Half-part, mates, half-part. Come, let's have With more than foreign heart. We every day her aboard suddenly. [Exeunt Pirates with Marina. Expect him here: when he shall come, and find

SCENE II.-Near the Same.
Our paragon to all reports thus blasted,

He will repent the breadth of his great voyage;
Blame both my lord and that we have taken Leon. These roguing thieves serve the great pirate
No care to your best courses. Go, I pray you;

Walk, and be cheerful once again : reserve

And they have seiz'd Marina. Let her go:
That excellent complexion, which did steal

There's no hope she'll return. I'll swear she's dead,
The eyes

and old. Care not for me;

And thrown into the sea.—But I'll see farther;
I can go home alone.

Perhaps they will but please themselves upon her,
Well, I will go;

Not carry her aboard. If she remain,
But yet I have no desire to it.

Wh they have ravish'd must by me be slain. [Exit.
Dion. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you.

SCENE III.-Mitylene. A Room in a Brothel.
Walk half an hour, Leonine, at least.
Remember what I have said.

Enter Pander, Bawd, and Boult.

I warrant you, madam. Pand. Boult.
Dion. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while. Boult. Sir.
Pray you walk softly, do not heat your blood :

Pand. Search the market narrowly; Mitylene is full
What! I must have care of you.

of gallants : we lost too much money this mart, by Mar. Thanks, sweet madam.-[Exit Dionyza. being too wenchless. Is the wind westerly that blows ?

Bawd. We were never so much out of creatures. Leon.


We have but poor three, and they can do no more
Mar. When I was born, the wind was north. than they can do; and they with continual action are

Was't so? even as good as rotten.
Mar. My father, as nurse said, did never fear, Pand. Therefore, let's have fresh ones, whate'er we
But cry'd good seamen !” to the sailors, galling

If there be not a conscience to be used
His kingly hands hauling ropes;

in every trade, we shall never prosper. And, clasping to the mast, endur'd a sea

Bawd. Thou say'st true: 'tis not the bringing up That almost burst the deck.

of poor bastards, as I think, I have brought up some Leon. When was this?

eleven Mar. When I was born :

Boult. Ay, to eleven; and brought them down again.
Never were waves nor wind more violent;

But shall I search the market?
And from the ladder-tackle washes off

Bawd. What else, man? The stuff we have, a
A canvass-climber. “Ha!” says one, “wilt out?” strong wind will blow it to pieces, they are so pitifully
And with a dropping industry they skip

sodden. From stem to stern : the boatswain whistles, and Pand. Thou say'st true; they're too unwholesome o' The master calls, and trebles their confusion.

conscience. The poor Transilvanian is dead, that lay Leon. Come; say your prayers.

with the little baggage. Mar.

What mean you ? Boult. Ay, she quickly pooped him; she made him
Leon. If you require a little space


roast-meat for worms. But I'll go search the market. I grant it. Pray; but be not tedious,

[Exit Boult. For the gods are quick of ear, and I am sworn

Pand. Three or four thousand chequins were To do my work with baste.

pretty a proportion to live quietly, and so give over. Mar,

Why will you kill me? Bawd. Why, to give over, I pray you? is it a shame Leon. To satisfy my lady.

to get when we are old ? Mar. Why would she have me kill'd ?

Pand. O! our credit comes not in like the comNow as I can remember, by my troth,

modity; nor the commodity wages not with the danger: I never did her hurt in all my life.

therefore, if in our youths we could pick up some I never spake bad word, nor did ill turn

pretty estate, 'twere not amiss to keep our door hatched. To any living creature : believe me, la,

Besides, the sore terms we stand upon with the gods I never kill'd a mouse, nor hurt a fly:

will be strong with us for giving over. I trod upon a worm against my will,

Bawd. Come; other sorts offend as well as we. But I wept for it. How have I offended,

Pand. As well as we? ay, and better too; we offend Wherein my death might yield her profit, or

Neither is our profession any trade; it's no My life imply her any danger?

calling. But here comes Boult. Leon.

My commission

Enter Boult, and the Pirates with Marina.
Is not to reason of the deed, but do it.

Boult. Come your ways. My masters, you say she's
Mar. You will not do't for all the world, I hope. a virgin ?
You are well favour'd, and your looks foreshow

1 Pirate. 0, sir! we doubt it not.
You have a gentle heart. I saw you lately,

Boult. Master, I have gone thorough for this piece,
When you caught hurt in parting two that fought: you see: if you like her, so; if not, I have lost my
Good sooth, it show'd well in you: do so now:
Your lady seeks my life; come you between,

Bawd. Boult, has she any qualities?

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your ears?

Boult. She has a good face, speaks well, and has ex- Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile. You have cellent good clothes: there's no farther necessity of fortunes coming upon you. Mark me: you must seen qualities can make her be refused.

to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to Bawd. What's her price, Boult?

despise profit, where you have most gain. To seep Boult. I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces that you live as you do makes pity in your lovers:

Pand. Well, follow me, my masters, you shall have seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, and your money presently. Wife, take her in : instruct that opinion a mere profit. her what she has to do, that she may not be raw in her Mar. I understand entertainment.

[Exeunt Pander and Pirates. Boult. O! take her home, mistress, take her home: Bawd. Boult, take you the marks of her; the colour these blushes of her's must be quenched with some of her hair, complexion, height, her age, with warrant present practice. of her virginity, and cry, “ He that will give most, Bawd. Thou say'st true, i' faith, so they must; for shall have her first." Such a maidenhead were no your bride goes to that with shame, which is her war cheap thing, if men were as they have been. Get this to go with warrant. done as I command you.

Boult. Faith, some do, and some do not. But, mis Boult. Performance shall follow. [Exit Boult. tress, if I have bargained for the joint,

Mar. Alack, that Leonine was so slack, so slow! Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit. He should have struck, not spoke; or that these pirates, Boult. I may so? (Not enough barbarous) had not o'erboard thrown me Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I For to seek my mother!

like the manner of your garments well. Bawd. Why lament you, pretty one?

Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet Mar. That I am pretty.

Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town : report Bawd. Come, the gods have done their part in you. 'what a sojourner we have; you'll lose nothing by Mar. I accuse them not.

custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant Bawd. You are lit into my hands, where you are thee a good turn; therefore, say what a paragon she is, like to live.

and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report. Mar. The more my fault,

Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so To 'scape his hands where I was like to die.

awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty Bawd. Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. stir up the lewdly inclined. I'll bring home some Mar. No.

night. Bawd. Yes, indeed, shall you, and taste gentlemen Bawd. Come your ways; follow me. of all fashions. You shall fare well : you shall have Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, the difference of all complexions. What! do you stop Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.

Diana, qid my purpose ! Mar. Are you a woman ?

Bawd. What have we to do with Diana ? Pray you, Bawd. What would you have me be, an I be not a will you go with us?

[Ezewn. woman?

SCENE IV.-Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. Mar. An honest woman, or not a woman.

Enter Cleon and DIONYZA. Bawd. Marry, whip thee, gosling : I think I shall have something to do with you. Come, you are a Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone ! young foolish sapling, and must be bowed as I would Cle. O Dionyza! such a piece of slaughter have you.

The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon. Mar. The gods defend me!


I think, Bawd. If it please the gods to defend you by men, You'll turn a child again. then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men Cle. Were I chief lord of all this spacious world, stir you up.- Boult's returned.

I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady!
Re-enter Boult.

Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market? To equal any single crown o' the earth,

Boult. I have cried her almost to the number of her l' the justice of compare ! O villain Leonine ! hairs : I have drawn her picture with my voice. Whom thou hast poison’d too.

Bawd. And I pr’ythee, tell me, how dost thou find If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness the inclination of the people, especially of the younger Becoming well thy face: what canst thou say, sort?

When noble Pericles shall demand bis child Boult. Faith, they listened to me, as they would Dion. That sbe is dead. Nurses are not the fates, have hearkened to their father's testament. There was To foster it, nor ever to preserve. a Spaniard's mouth so watered, that he went to bed to She died at night; I'll say so. Who can cross it, her very description.

Unless you play the pious innocent, Bawd. We shall have him here to-morrow with his And for an honest attribute, cry out, best ruff on.

“She died by foul play?” Boult. To-night, to-night. But, mistress, do you Cle.

to. Well, well; know the French knight that cowers i' the hams? Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods Bawd. Who? monsieur Veroles ?

Do like this worst. Boult. Ay: he offered to cut a caper at the pro- Dion.

Be one of those, that think clamation; but he made a groan at it, and swore he The pretty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, would see her to-morrow.

And open this to Pericles. I do shame Bawd. Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease To think of what a noble strain you are, hither: here he does but repair it. I know, he will And of how coward a spirit. come in our shadow, to scatter his crowns in the sun. Cle.

To such proceeding Boult. Well, if we had of every nation a traveller, Who ever but his approbation added, we should lodge them with this sign.

Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow




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