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Pericles, Prince of Tyre

Act III, Scene 3

Tarsus. A room in CLEON's house.
 
[Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, and LYCHORIDA with MARINA in her arms]
 
PERICLES
            ,        ,      ,          ,          ,
      Most hon|ored Cle|on, I must | needs | be gone,
            ,        ,             ,          ,        ,
      My twelve | months are | expired,| and Tyr|us stands
        2    ,      ,     2        ,       ,              ,
      In a peace:| You and your | lady | take from | my heart
       ,    ,       ,         ,        ,       ,    ,
      All thankfulness. The gods make up the rest upon you.  ????
 
CLEON
              ,          ,          ,            ,
      Your shafts | of fort|une, though | they hate | you
      <-  ,      ,          ,       ,    ,             x
        Mort||ally,| yet glance | full wand/ering|ly on us.
 
DIONYZA
                 ,     ,                   ,     ,            ,
      O your / sweet queen!| That the / strict fates | had pleased
         2       ,             x       2        ,             ,          ,
      You had brought | her hither | to have blessed | mine eyes | with her.
 
PERICLES  (mostly hex)
          ,       ,      ,           x          x
      We can|not but | obey | the powers | above us;
        ,         ,          ,         ,         ,          ,
      Could I | rage and | roar as | doth the | sea she | lies in,
         2     ,          ,        ,          x       ,      ,
      Yet the end | must be | as 'tis:| my gentle | babe Ma|rina,
        ,          ,          ,        ,             ,      ,
      Whom (for | she was | born at | sea) I | have nam|ed so,
        ,          ,            ,    ,       ,    ,
      Here, I | charge your | chari|ty with|al; leav/ing her
           ,       ,          ,        ,        ,           x
      The in|fant of | your care,| beseech|ing you | to give her
         ,         ,            2     ,        ,       2    ,         ,
      Princely | training,| that she may | be man|nered as she | is born.
 
CLEON
            ,         ,          ,            ,
      Fear not |(my lord)| but think | your grace,
            ,         ,        ,           ,          ,
      That fed | my count|ry with | your corn;| for which,
            ,         ,      ,     ,    ,         ,            ,
      The people's prayers daily fall upon you, must in your child  ????
            ,         ,     ,            ,       ,       ,
      Be thought on, if neglect should therein make me vile,  ????
           ,       ,       ,         ,         ,
      The com|mon bod|y that's | by you | relieved,
              ,      ,   2      ,          ,        ,
      Would force | me to my | duty;| but if | to that,
          ,        ,        ,          ,           x
      My nat|ure need | a spur,| the gods | revenge it
        2   ,         ,     ,        ,        ,    ,
      Upon^me | and mine,| to the | end of | gener|ation.
 
PERICLES
              ,    ,         ,      ,           ,        o
      I bel/ieve you,| your hon|or and | your good|ness,
        ,         ,           ,           ,      ,     2      ,
      Teach me | to it | without | your vows,| till she be | married, (hex/prev two)
       ,            ,       ,       ,         x
      Madam,| by bright | Dian|a, whom | we honor,
       ,       ,              2       ,         ,        ,
      All un|scissored | shall this hair | of mine | remain,
         ,             ,      2     ,       ,         ,
      Though I | show ill | in it: so | I take | my leave:
            ,        ,         ,        ,          ,
      Good mad|am, make | me bles|sed, in | your care
           ,        ,        ,
      In bring|ing up | my child.  \\
 
DIONYZA
I have one myself, who shall not be more dear to my respect than yours, my lord.
 
PERICLES
Madam, my thanks and prayers.
 
CLEON
We'll bring your grace eene to the edge of the shore, then give you up to the masked Neptune, and the gentlest winds of heaven.
 
PERICLES
I will embrace your offer, come, dearest madam: O no tears, Lychorida, no tears; look to your little mistress, on whose grace you may depend hereafter: come, my lord.
 
[Exeunt]

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