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# The Play of Pericles
Prince of Tyre.&c.
*Enter Gower.*
O sing a Song that old war sung,
From ashes, auntient Gower is come,
Assuming mans infirmities,
To glad your eare, and please your eyes:
Ithash been sung at Feasthuals,
On Ember eues, and Holydayes:
And Lords and Ladyes in their hues,
Haue red it for refloratiues:
The purchase is to make men glorious,
Et bonum quo Antiquem to mehne:
If you borne in those latter times,
When Witts more ripe, accept my rimes;
And that to heare an old man sing,
May to your Wishes pleasure bring:
I life would wish, and that I might
Waste it for you, like Taper light.
This Antich, then Antiochus the great,
Buylt up this Citie, for his chiefest Seat,
The fayreft in all Syria.
I tell you what mine Authors saye:
This King unto him tooke a Peere,
Who dyed, and left a female heyre,
So bucksome, blith, and full of face,
As heaven had lent her all his grace:
With whom the Father liking tooke,
And her to Inceft did prouoke:
Bad child, worse father, to intice his owne
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