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Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Lys.Sir, with all my heart, and when you come a shore, I haue another sleight.

Per.You shall preuaile were it to wooe my daughter, for it seemes you haue beene noble towards her.

Lys.Sir, lend me your arme.

Exeunt.Per.Come my Marina.

Gower.Now our sands are almost run,
More a little, and then dum.
This my last boone giue mee,
For such kindnesse must relieue mee:
That you aptly will suppose,
What pageantry, what feats, what showes,
What minstrelsie, and prettie din,
The Regent made in Metalin.
To greet the King, so he thriued,
That he is promisde to bewiued
To faire Marina, but in no wise,
Till he had done his sacrifice.
As Dian bad, whereto being bound,
The Interim pray, you all confound.
In fetherd briefenes sayles are fild,
And wishes fall out as they'r wild,
At Ephesus the Temple see,
Our King and all his companie.
That he can hither come so soone,
Is by your fancies thankfull doome.

Per.Haile Dian, to performe thy iust commaund,
I here confesse my selfe the King of Tyre,
Who frighted from my countrey did wed at Pentapelis, the faire Thaisa, at Sea in childbed died she, but brought forth a Mayd child calld Marina whom O Goddesse wears yet thy siluer liuerey, shee at Tharsus was nurst with Cleon, who at fourteene yeares he sought to murder, but her better stars

brought