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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
*Dion.* I have one my selfe, who shall not be more deere to my respect then yours, my Lord.
*Peri.* Madam, my thanks and prayers.
*Cler.* Weel bring your Grace ene to the edge ath shore, then giue you vp to the mask’d Neptune, and the gentleê winds of heauen.
*Peri.* I will imbrace your offer, come deereê Madame, O no teares Lichorida, no teares, looke to your litle Mištris, on whose grace you may depend hereafter: come my Lord.
# Enter Cerimon, and Tharša.
*Cer.* Madam, this Letter, and somé certaine Iewels, Lay with you in your Coffer, which are at your command: Know you the Chareceter?
*Thar.* It is my Lords, that I was shipt at sea I well remem- ber, cuen on my learning time, but whether there deliu- red, by the holie gods I cannot rightly say: but since King Pericles my wedded Lord, I nere shall see againe, a vaštall liuerie will I take me to, and neuer more haue ioy.
*Cler.* Madam, if this you purpose as ye speake, Dianaes Temple is not distant farre, Where you may abide till your date expire, Moreover if you please a Neece of mine, Shall there attend you.
*Thiu.* My recompence is thanks, thats all, Yet my good will is great, though the gift shall. Exit.
# Enter Gower.
Imagine Pericles arritude at Tyre, Welcomd and setled to his owne desire: His wofull Queene we lesue at Ephesus, Vnto Diana ther’s a Votarific.
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III. iii. 32—IV. 1-4
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