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William Shakespeare (1564–1616).  The Oxford Shakespeare.  1914.
 
Pericles, Prince of Tyre
 
Act IV. Scene IV.
 
Before the Monument of MARINA at Tarsus.
 
Enter GOWER.
Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
Sail seas in cockles, have an wish but for ’t;
Making—to take your imagination        5
From bourn to bourn, region to region.
By you being pardon’d, we commit no crime
To use one language in each several clime
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you
To learn of me, who stand i’ the gaps to teach you,        10
The stages of our story. Pericles
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
Attended on by many a lord and knight,
To see his daughter, all his life’s delight.
Old Helicanus goes along. Behind        15
Is left to govern it, you bear in mind,
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Advanc’d in time to great and high estate.
Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought
This king to Tarsus, think his pilot thought,        20
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow on,
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
Like motes and shadows see them move awhile;
Your ears unto your eyes I’ll reconcile.
 
DUMB SHOW.
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Enter at one door PERICLES, with his Train; CLEON and DIONYZA at the other.  CLEON shows PERICLES the tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs.  Exeunt CLEON and DIONYZA.
See how belief may suffer by foul show!
This borrow’d passion stands for true old woe;
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour’d,
With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o’er-shower’d,        30
Leaveo Tarsus and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit        35
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza.  [Reads inscription on MARINA’S monument.
    THE FAIREST, SWEET’ST, AND BEST LIES HERE,
    WHO WITHER’D IN HER SPRING OF YEAR:
    SHE WAS OF TYRUS THE KING’S DAUGHTER,        40
    ON WHOM FOUL DEATH HATH MADE THIS SLAUGHTER.
    MARINA WAS SHE CALL’D; AND AT HER BIRTH,
    THETIS, BEING PROUD, SWALLOW’D SOME PART O’ THE EARTH:
    THEREFORE THE EARTH, FEARING TO BE O’ERFLOW’D,
    HATH THETIS’ BIRTH-CHILD ON THE HEAVENS BESTOW’D:        45
    WHEREFORE SHE DOES, AND SWEARS SHE’LL NEVER STINT,
    MAKE RAGING BATTERY UPON SHORES OF FLINT.
No visor does become black villany
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Let Pericles believe his daughter’s dead,        50
And bear his courses to be ordered
By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play
His daughter’s woe and heavy well-a-day
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen.  [Exit.        55
 
 
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