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- # III. i. 15—46
## Overview
This is a section of the play *Pericles*, specifically lines 15-46 of Act III, scene i. It is extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The section covers the scene where Pericles believes his queen must be thrown overboard due to a superstition, and he prepares to cast her into the sea with a makeshift coffin.
## Context
This section is part of the chapter "[Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A)" within the larger collection. It is preceded by the section "[III. 12-40](arke:01KG6S5MKMAANCMZJ03K0RVSMA)" and followed by "[III. i. 47—83](arke:01KG6S5MKVNHWRMECXYWPRW5R2)". The text file it was extracted from contains the full text of the play *Pericles*, and is part of a workflow test.
## Contents
This section contains a dramatic dialogue where Pericles is convinced to throw his queen overboard to save the ship. The scene includes interactions with sailors and Pericles' lament over the apparent death of his wife during childbirth. He orders *Lycherida* to bring spices, ink, a taper, his casket, and jewels, and instructs *Nicander* to bring a satin coffin for the babe. Pericles bids a priestly farewell before preparing to cast his wife into the sea. The Mariner informs Pericles that they are near *Thorsus*, and Pericles requests to alter course for *Tyro*. He decides to leave the babe in *Thorsus* under the care of *Cleon*.
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# The Play of
1. Sir your Queene must ouer board, the sea workes his,
The Wind is lowd, and will not lie till the Ship
Be cleard of the dead.
*Per.* That's your superstition.
1. Pardon vs, sir, with vs at Sea it hath bin still observed,
And we are strong in easlteme, therefore briefly yeeld er,
*Per.* As you thinkemeer, for she must ouer board straights
Most wretched Queene.
*Lycher.* Heere she lyes sir.
*Peri.* A terrible Child-bed hast thou had (my deare,
No light, no fire, th'rnfriendly elements,
Fargot thee vtterly, nor haue I time
To giue thee hallowd to thy graue, but straight,
Must cast thee scarcly Coffind, in oare,
Where for a monument vpon thy bones,
The ayre remayning lampes, the belching Whale,
And humming Water must orewelme thy corpes,
Lying with simple shells : & *Lycherida,*
Bid *Nefor* bring me Spices, Incke, and Taper,
My Casket, and my Jewels ; and bid *Nicander*
Bring me the Sattin Coffin : lay the Babe
Vpon the Pillow ; hie thee whiles I say
A priestly farewell to her (sodainely, woman.
2. Sir, we haue a Chist beneath the hatches,
Caulkt and bitturned ready.
*Peri.* I thanke thee : Mariner say, what Coast is this?
2. Wee are neere *Thorsus.*
*Peri.* Thither gentle Mariner,
Alter thy course for *Tyro* : When canst thou reach it?
2. By breake of day, if the Wind cease.
*Peri.* O make for *Thorsus,*
There will I visit *Cleon*, for the Babe
Cannot hold out to *Tyrus* ; there Ile leaue it
At carefull nursing : goe thy wayes good Mariner,
Ile bring the body presently.
Exit.
Enter
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- III. i. 15—46