| William Shakespeare (1564–1616). The Oxford Shakespeare. 1914. | | | |
| Pericles, Prince of Tyre | | | | Act V. Scene II. |
| | Before the Temple of DIANA at Ephesus. | |
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Enter GOWER. | |
| Now our sands are almost run; | |
| More a little, and then dumb. | |
| This, my last boon, give me, | 5 |
| For such kindness must relieve me, | |
| That you aptly will suppose | |
| What pageantry, what feats, what shows, | |
| What minstrelsy, and pretty din, | |
| The regent made in Mitylen | 10 |
| To greet the king. So he thriv’d, | |
| That he is promis’d to be wiv’d | |
| To fair Marina; but in no wise | |
| Till he had done his sacrifice, | |
| As Dian bade: whereto being bound, | 15 |
| The interim, pray you, all confound. | |
| In feather’d briefness sails are fill’d, | |
| And wishes fall out as they ’re will’d. | |
| At Ephesus, the temple see, | |
| Our king and all his company. | 20 |
| That he can hither come so soon, | |
| Is by your fancy’s thankful doom. [Exit. | | | |
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