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[Enter GOWER, before the monument of MARINA at Tarsus]
GOWER
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Thus time | we waste,| and long|est leagues |
make^short,
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Sail seas in cock|les, have | a wish | but for
it:
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Making | to take | your im|agi|nation,
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From bourn | to bourn,| region | to reg|ion.
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By you | being pard|oned, we | commit | no crime
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To use | one lang|uage, in | each seve|ral clime,
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Where our scenes | seem to | live. I | do
be|seech you
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To learn of | me, who | stand in the | gaps to |
teach you.
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The stag|es of | our stor|y Per|icles,
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Is now | again | thwarting | the way|ward seas;
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(Attend|ed on | by ma|ny a lord | and knight)
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To see | his daught|er, all | his life's |
delight.
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Old Hel|ican|us goes | along | behind,
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Is left | to gov|ern it:| you bear | in mind
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Old Es|canes,| whom Hel|ican|us late
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Advanced | in time | to great | and high |
estate,
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Well* sail|ing ships,| and bount|eous winds |
have brought
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This king | to Tars|us, think | his pil|ot
thought
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So with | his steer|age, shall | your thoughts
grow
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To fetch | his daught|er home,| who first | is
gone
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Like motes and shad|ows see | them move | awhile,
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Your ears | unto | your eyes | I'll rec|oncile.
DUMB SHOW.
Enter PERICLES at one door with all his train, CLEON and DIONYZA at the
other. CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb, whereat PERICLES makes lamentation,
puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then exeunt CLEON and
DIONYZA.
GOWER
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See how | belief | may suf|fer by / foul show,
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This bor|rowed pas|sion stands | for true old
woe:
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And Per|icles | in sor|row all | devoured,
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With sighs | shot through, and big|gest tears |
oreshowered.
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Leaves Tar/sus, and | again | embarks,| he swears
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Never | to wash | his face,| nor cut | his hairs,
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He puts | on sack|cloth and | to sea | he bears,
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A temp|est which | his mort|al ves|sel tears,
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And yet | he rides | it out.| Now take | we our
way
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To the epitaph for Marina, writ by Dionyza.
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The fair|est, sweetst,| and best lies here,
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Who with|ered in | her spring | of year:
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She was | of Tyr|us the king's | daughter,
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On whom foul death | hath made | this slaughter:
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Mari|na was | she called,| and at | her birth,
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That is,| being proud,| swallowed | some part |
of the earth:
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Therefore | the earth | fearing | to be |
oreflowed
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Hath Thetis' | birth-child / on the | heavens |
bestowed.
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Wherefore | she does | and swears | she'll nev|er
stint,
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Make^rag|ing batte|ry upon shores | of flint.
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No vis|or does | become | black vil/lany,
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So well | as soft | and tend|er flat|tery.
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Let Per|icles | believe | his daught|er's dead,
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And bear | his cours|es to | be ord|ered
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By La|dy Fort|une, while | our scene | must play
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His daught|er's woe | and heav|y well-|a-day.
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In her | unhol|y serv|ice: Pat|ience then,
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And think | you now | are all | in My|tilene.
[Exit]