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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
**Chron.** Were I chiefe Lord of all this spacious world, I de
glue it to vndo the deede. O Ladie much lesse in bloud then
vertue, yet a Prinors to equall any single Crowne ath earth-
ith lusice of compare, O villaine, Leonine whom thou hast
poisned too, if thou hadst drunke to him tad beene a
kindnesse becomming well thy face, what canst thou say
when noble Pericles shall demaund his child?
**Dion.** That shee is dead. Nurses are not the fares to fo-
fter it, not euer to preserue, the dide at night, Ile say so, who
can crosse it vnlesse you play the impious Innocent, and
for an honest attribute, crie our shee dyde by foule
play.
**Chr.** O goe too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the
heauens, the Gods doe like this worst.
**Dion.** Be one of those that thinkes the petite wrens of
Tharsus will flie hence, and open this to Pericles, I do shame
to thinke of what a noble straine you are, and of how co-
ward a spirit.
**Chr.** To such proceeding who euer but his approba-
tion added, though not his prince consent, he did not flow
from honourable courses.
**Dion.** Be it so then, yet none does knowe but you
how shee came dead, nor none can knowe Leonine being
gone. Shee did disdaine my childe, and sloode betweene
her and her fortunes: none woulde looke on her, but
cast their gazes on Maringas face, whilest ours was blur-
ted at, and helde a Mawkin not worth the time of day.
It pierst me thorow, and though you call my course vn-
naturall, you not your childe well louing, yet I finde it
greets mee as an enterprize of kindnesse performd to your
sole daughter.
**Chr.** Heauens forgiue it.
**Dion.** And as for Pericles, what should hee Gv, we wept
after her hearse, & yet we mourne, her monument is almost
finished, & her epitaphs in glittring gold e characters express
G a
IV. iii. 5—44
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