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- # The Play of
Which who shall crofse along to goe,
Omit we all their dole and woe:
*Lubrosa* her Nurfe she takes,
And so to Sea; their vefsell shakes,
On *Nectaw* billow, hafe the flood,
Hath their Keele cut: but fortune mou’d,
Varies againe, the grifled North
Difgorges fuch a tempeft forth,
That as a Ducke for life that diues,
So vp and downe the poore Ship driues:
The Lady shreckes, and wel-a-neare,
Do’s fall in trauayle with her feare:
And what enfues in this fell storme,
Shall for it felfe, it felfe performe:
I nill relate, action may
Conueniently the reft conuay;
Which might not? what by me is told,
In your imagination hold:
This Stage, the Ship, vpon whofe Decke
The feas toft *Pericle* appears to fpeake.
## Enter Pericle, a Shipboard.
**Peri.** The God of this great Vaft, rebuke thefe furges,
Which wash both heaven and hell, and thou that haft
Vpon the Windes con: maund, bind them in Braffe;
Hauing call’d them from the deepe, ô ftill
Thy deafning dreadfull thunders, gently quench
Thy ninible fulphirous flashes: ô How *Lycherida*!
How does my Queene? then storme venomously,
Wilt thou fpeat all thy felfe? the fea-mana Whiffle
Is as a whifper in the eares of death
Vnheard *Lycherida*! *Lucena*, oh!
Diuineft patrionefle, and my wife gentle
To thofe that cry by-night, conuey thy deftie
Aboard our dauncing Boat, make fwift the pangues
Of my Queenes trauayles? now *Lycherida*.
*Enter*
III. 41-60—III. i. 14
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