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- # III. 41-60—III. i. 14
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The content of this section includes a dramatic scene from Shakespeare's *Pericles, Prince of Tyre*. It opens with the character Lycheoida presenting a newborn daughter to Pericles, lamenting the death of the child's mother. Pericles expresses his grief and questions the gods for giving and then taking away such gifts. The scene then introduces two sailors, who engage in brief dialogue with Pericles about the storm and the safety of the sea. The text includes character names and their spoken lines, indicating a theatrical performance.
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
## Enter Lycheoida.
**Lycheo.** Heere is a thing too young for such a place,
Who if it had conceit, would die, as I am like to doe:
Take in your armes this peece of your dead Queene.
**Peri.** How? how Lycheoida?
**Lycheo.** Patience (good sir) do not assist the storme,
Heer’s all that is left living of your Queene;
A little Daughter: for the sake of it,
Be manly, and take comfort.
**Per.** O you Gods!
Why do you make vs loue your goodly gyfts,
And snatch them straight away? we heere below,
Recall not what we giue, and therein may
Vse honour with you.
**Lycheo.** Patience (good sir) euen for this charge.
**Per.** Now mylde may be thy life,
For a more blusferous birth had neuer Babe:
Quiet and gentle thy conditions; for
Thou art the rudelyest welcome to this world,
That euer was Princes Child: happy what follows,
Thou hast as chiding a natiuitie,
As Fire, Ayre, Water, Earth, and Heauen can make,
To harould thee from the wombe:
Euen at the first, thy losse is more then can
Thy portage quit, with all thou canst find heere:
Now the good Gods throw their best eyes vpon’t.
## Enter two Saylers.
1. **Sayl.** What courage sir? God saue you.
**Per.** Courage enough, I do not feare the flaw,
It hath done to me the worst: yet for the loue
Of this poore Infant, this fresh new sea-farer,
I would it would be quiet.
1. **Sayl.** Slake the bolins there; thou wilt not wilt thou’:
Blow and split thy selfe.
2. **Sayl.** But Sea-roome, and the brine and cloudy billow
Kisse the Moone, I care not.
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