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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Are like the Troian Horfe, was fluft within
With bloody veines expecting overthrow,
Are flor’d with Corne, to make your needle bread,
And glue them life, whom hunger-ffaru’d halfe dead.
**Owens.** The Gods of Greece protect’ you,
And wee’le pray for you.
**Par.** Arife I pray you, rife, we do not looke for reuerence,
But for loue, and harborage for our felfe, our fhips, & men.
**Chem.** The which when any shall not gratifie,
Or pay you with vnthankfulneffe in thought,
Be it our Wiues, our Children, or our felues,
The Curfe of heaven and men succeed their euils:
Till when the which (I hope) shall neare be feene:
Your Grace is welcome to our Towne and vs.
**Pers.** Which welcome wee’le accept, feaft here awhile,
Vntill our Starres that frowne, lend vs a fmile.
**Exomet.**
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# Enter Gower.
Heere haue you feene a mightie King,
His child I’wis to inceft bring:
A better Prince, and benigne Lord,
That Will proue awfull both in deed and word:
Be quiet then, as men should bee,
Till he hath paft necefsitie:
I’le fhew you thofe in troubles raigne,
Loofing a Mite, a Mountaine gaine:
The good in conuerfation,
To whom I giue my benizon:
Is ftill at Tharftill, where each man,
Thinkes all is writ, he fpoken can:
And to remember what he does,
Build his Statue to make him glorious:
But tidinges to the contrarie,
Are brought your eyes, what need fpeake I.
**C.**
**Dembe**
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I. iv. 93—II. 1–16
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