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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre,
And Time that is so briefly spent,
With your fine fancies quaintly each,
What's dumbe in shew, He plaine with speach.
Enter Pericles and Symonides at one dare with attendantes,
a Messinger mustes them, kneets and gines Pericles a letter,
Pericles shewes is Symonides, the Lords kneels to him,
then enter Thayfa with child, with Lichorida a nurse,
the King shewes her the letter, she reinyes: she and Pericles
take leave of her father, and depart.
By many a dearne and painedull pearch
Of Perycles the carefull search,
By the fower oppofing Crignes,
Which the world togeather iognes,
Is made with all due diligence,
That horse and sayle and hie expence,
Can't feed the quest at last from Tyre:
Fame answering the most strange enquire,
To'th Court of King Symonides,
Are Letters brought, the tenour these:
Antiochus and his daughter dead,
The men of Tyrus, on the head
Of Holycanus would set on
The Crowne of Tyre, but he will none:
The mutanie, hee there hastes t'oppresse,
Sayes to'em, if King Pericles
Come not home in twife fixe Moones,
He obedient to their doomes,
Will take the Crowne: the fumme of this,
Brought hither to Penlapolis,
Iranyihed the regions round,
And euery one with claps can found,
Our heyre apparant is a King:
Who dreampt? who thought of such a thing?
Briefe he must hence depart to Tyre,
His Queene with child, makes her defire,
E.
Which
III. 12-40
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