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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre.
a generall pray&c to her, and care in vs at who&c expence
tis done.
*Cle.* Thou art like the Harpie,
Which to betray, doeft with thine Angells face cease with
thine Eagles talents.
*Dim.* Yere like one that supersticiously,
Doe sweare too'th Gods, that Winter kills
The Flies, but yet I know, youle
doe as I aduise.
*Gover.* Thus time we waite, & long leagues make short,
Saile &cas in Cockles, haue and with but fort,
Making to take our imagination,
From bourne to bourne, region to region,
By you being pardoned we commit no crime,
To vse one language, in each seuerall clime,
Where our &ceanes &cemes to liue,
I doe be&cech you
To learne of me who stand with gappes
To teach you.
The stages of our storie Pericles
Is now againe thwarting thy wayward seas,
Attended on by many a Lord and Knight,
To see his daughter all his liues delight.
Old Hellicanus goes along behind,
Is left to gouerne it, you beare in mind.
Old Escenes, whom Hellicanus late
Aduancde in time to great and hie estate.
Well fayling ships, and bounteous winds
Haue brought
This king to Thorsus, thinke this Pilat thought
So with his sterage, shall your thoughts grone
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone
Like moats and shadowes, see them
Moue a while,
Your cares vnto your eyes Ile reconcile.
*Enter*
IV. iii. 45—IV. iv. 22
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