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- # Enter Pericles with attendants.
## Overview
This entity is a scene titled "Enter Pericles with attendants.," extracted on January 30, 2026. It spans lines 15653 to 15690 of its source text.
## Context
This scene is part of the chapter "[Pericles Prince of Tyree](arke:01KG6S4D9NH3YE20C4QTTYGAEX)," which is itself contained within the larger collection "[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y)." The text was extracted from the file "[pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)." This scene follows an "[Introduction](arke:01KG6S5KHYXPAFGTQS6HCZR76Y)" and precedes the scene titled "[Enter Gower.](arke:01KG6S5M3PH35VHYJVGVR9NP84)."
## Contents
The scene features dialogue primarily involving Pericles, who addresses a "Lord Gouernour." Pericles assures the governor that his ships and men do not come as a threat, but rather to offer relief to the distressed city, having heard of their miseries from as far as Tyre. He explains that his ships are "flor’d with Corne" to provide bread and sustenance to those suffering from hunger. The dialogue also includes responses from "Owens" and "Chem," who express gratitude and welcome Pericles to their town. The scene concludes with Pericles accepting their welcome and stating his intention to "feaft here awhile, Vntill our Starres that frowne, lend vs a fmile."
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- # Enter Pericles with attendants.
**P. Lord Gouernour**, for so wee heare you are,
Let not our Ships and number of our men,
Be like a beacon fier'de, t'amaze your eyes,
Wee haue heard your miseries as farre as Tyree,
And scene the desolation of your streets,
Nor come we to addes sorrow to your tears,
But to relieve them of their heavy loade,
And these our Ships you happily may thinke,
Aro
I. iv. 58—92
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Are like the Troian Horfe, was fluft within
With bloody veines expecting overthrow,
Are flor’d with Corne, to make your needle bread,
And glue them life, whom hunger-ffaru’d halfe dead.
**Owens.** The Gods of Greece protect’ you,
And wee’le pray for you.
**Par.** Arife I pray you, rife, we do not looke for reuerence,
But for loue, and harborage for our felfe, our fhips, & men.
**Chem.** The which when any shall not gratifie,
Or pay you with vnthankfulneffe in thought,
Be it our Wiues, our Children, or our felues,
The Curfe of heaven and men succeed their euils:
Till when the which (I hope) shall neare be feene:
Your Grace is welcome to our Towne and vs.
**Pers.** Which welcome wee’le accept, feaft here awhile,
Vntill our Starres that frowne, lend vs a fmile.
**Exomet.**
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