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This section contains dialogue and stage directions from Shakespeare's play "Pericles, Prince of Tyre." It features characters such as Pericles, Helicanus, Lysimachus, and Diana. The dialogue focuses on Pericles' emotional state, his reunion with his daughter Marina, and a divine instruction from Diana to reveal his past sufferings at her temple in Ephesus. The text includes references to mythological and geographical locations such as Ephesus, Tharsus, and the "Spheres."
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
**Hei.** Sir, is the governor of *Apostolice*, who hearing of your melancholic fate, did come to see you.
**Per.** I embrace you, give me my robes.
I am wilde in my beholding, Oheauens bletse my giric,
But harke what Mulicke tell, *Hellicanus* my *Marina*!
Tell him ore point by point, for yet he seems to doat:
Mow, fire you are my daughter, but what mulicke?
**Hei** My Lord I hear none.
**Per.** None, the Mulicke of the *Spheres*, lift my *Marina*.
**Ly**’s. It is not good to cross him, give him way.
**Per.** Raret founds, do ye not hear?
**Ly**’s. Mulicke my Lord? I hear.
**Per.** Moff heauenly Mulicke.
It nips me unto lifting, and thicket lumber
Hangs upon mine eyes, let me rest.
**Ly**’s. A Pillow for his head, so leave him all.
Well my companion friends, if this but answer to my just beliefs, lie well remember you.
*Diana.*
**Dia.** My Temple stands in *Epheus*;
Hee thee thither, and doe vppon mine Altar sacrifice;
There when my maiden priests are met together, before the people all reueale, how thou at sea didst loose thy wife; to mourn thy crosses with thy daughters; call, & give them repetition to the like; or performe my bidding, or thou li- uest in woe:doo’t, and happie, by my siluer bow; awake and tell thy dreame.
**Per.** Celestial *Dian*, Goddess *Argentine*,
I will obey thee: *Hellicanus*.
**Hell.** Sir.
**Per.** My purpose was for *Tharfus*, there to strike!
The inhospitable *Cleans*, but I am for other service first;
Toward *Epheus* turne our blown sayles;
Estsoones lie tell thee why shall we refresh us sir upon your shore, and give you gold for such provision as our intents will need?
*Ly*’s. Sir,
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