Pericles Prince of Tyre.
borne in a tempest, when my mother dide, this world to me is as a lasting storme, whirring me from my friends.
Dion.How now Marina, why doe yow keep alone?
How chaunce my daughter is not with you?
Doe not consume your bloud with sorrowing,
Haue you a nurse of me? Lord how your fauours
Changd with this vnprofitable woe:
Come giue me your flowers, ere the sea marre it,
Walke with Leonine, the ayre is quicke there,
And it perces and sharpens the stomacke,
Come, Leonine take her by the arme, walke with her.
How chaunce my daughter is not with you?
Doe not consume your bloud with sorrowing,
Haue you a nurse of me? Lord how your fauours
Changd with this vnprofitable woe:
Come giue me your flowers, ere the sea marre it,
Walke with Leonine, the ayre is quicke there,
And it perces and sharpens the stomacke,
Come, Leonine take her by the arme, walke with her.
Mari. No I pray you, Ile not bereaue you of your seruāt.
Dion.Come, come, I loue the king your father, and your selfe, with more then forreign heart, wee euery day expect him here, when he shall come and find our Paragon to all reports thus blasted,
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage, blame both my Lord and me, that we haue taken no care to your best courses, go I pray you, walke and be chearfull once againe, reserue that excellent complexion, which did steale the eyes of yong and old. Care not for me, I can goe home alone.
He will repent the breadth of his great voyage, blame both my Lord and me, that we haue taken no care to your best courses, go I pray you, walke and be chearfull once againe, reserue that excellent complexion, which did steale the eyes of yong and old. Care not for me, I can goe home alone.
Mari.Well, I will goe, but yet I haue no desire too it.
Dion.Come, come, I know tis good for you, walke halfe an houre Leonine, at the least, remember what I haue sed.
Leon.I warrant you Madam.
Dion.Ile leaue you my sweete Ladie, for a while, pray walke softly, doe not heate your bloud, what, I must haue care of you.
Mari.My thanks sweete Madame, Is this wind Westerlie that blowes?
Leon.Southwest.
Mari.When I was borne the wind was North.
Leon.Wast so?
Mari.My father, as nurse ses, did neuer feare, but cryed
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