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Enter
PERICLES, at Tarsus, with
CLEON and
DIONYZA, and
LYCHORIDA with the child.
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Enter
PERICLES, at Tarsus, with
CLEON and
DIONYZA, and
LYCHORIDA with the child.
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PERICLES
Most honored Cleon, I must needs be gone. My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands In a litigious peace. You and your lady Take from my heart all thankfulness. The gods 5
Make up the rest upon you. |
PERICLES
Most honored Cleon, I must needs be gone. My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands In a litigious peace. You and your lady Take from my heart all thankfulness. The gods 5
Make up the rest upon you. |
CLEON
Your shakes of fortune, though they haunt you mortally, Yet glance full wond’ringly on us.
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CLEON
Your shakes of fortune, though they haunt you mortally, Yet glance full wond’ringly on us.
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DIONYZA
O, your sweet queen! That the strict Fates had pleased 10
You had brought her hither to have blessed mineeyes with her!
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DIONYZA
O, your sweet queen! That the strict Fates had pleased 10
You had brought her hither to have blessed mineeyes with her!
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PERICLES
We cannot but obey the powers above us. Could I rage and roar as doth the sea She lies in, yet the end must be as ’tis. 15
My gentle babe Marina,Whom, for she was born at sea, I have named so, Here I charge your charity withal, Leaving her the infant of your care, Beseeching you to give her princely training, 20
That she may be mannered as she is born. |
PERICLES
We cannot but obey the powers above us. Could I rage and roar as doth the sea She lies in, yet the end must be as ’tis. 15
My gentle babe Marina,Whom, for she was born at sea, I have named so, Here I charge your charity withal, Leaving her the infant of your care, Beseeching you to give her princely training, 20
That she may be mannered as she is born. |
CLEON
Fear not, my lord, but think Your Grace, that fed my country with your corn, For which the people’s prayers still fall upon you, Must in your child be thought on. If neglection 25
Should therein make me vile, the common body,By you relieved, would force me to my duty. But if to that my nature need a spur, The gods revenge it upon me and mine, To the end of generation!
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CLEON
Fear not, my lord, but think Your Grace, that fed my country with your corn, For which the people’s prayers still fall upon you, Must in your child be thought on. If neglection 25
Should therein make me vile, the common body,By you relieved, would force me to my duty. But if to that my nature need a spur, The gods revenge it upon me and mine, To the end of generation!
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PERICLES
30
I believe you.Your honor and your goodness teach me to ’t Without your vows.—Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honor, all Unscissored shall this hair of mine remain, 35
Though I show ill in ’t. So I take my leave.Good madam, make me blessèd in your care In bringing up my child.
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PERICLES
30
I believe you.Your honor and your goodness teach me to ’t Without your vows.—Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honor, all Unscissored shall this hair of mine remain, 35
Though I show ill in ’t. So I take my leave.Good madam, make me blessèd in your care In bringing up my child.
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DIONYZA
I have one myself, Who shall not be more dear to my respect 40
Than yours, my lord. |
DIONYZA
I have one myself, Who shall not be more dear to my respect 40
Than yours, my lord. |
PERICLES
Madam, my thanks and prayers.
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PERICLES
Madam, my thanks and prayers.
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CLEON
We’ll bring your Grace e’en to the edge o’ th’ shore, Then give you up to the maskèd Neptune And the gentlest winds of heaven.
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CLEON
We’ll bring your Grace e’en to the edge o’ th’ shore, Then give you up to the maskèd Neptune And the gentlest winds of heaven.
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PERICLES
45
I will embrace your offer.—Come, dearest madam.—O, no tears, Lychorida, no tears! Look to your little mistress, on whose grace You may depend hereafter.—Come, my lord.
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PERICLES
45
I will embrace your offer.—Come, dearest madam.—O, no tears, Lychorida, no tears! Look to your little mistress, on whose grace You may depend hereafter.—Come, my lord.
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They exit.
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They exit.
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Original Text |
Modern Text |
Enter
PERICLES, at Tarsus, with
CLEON and
DIONYZA, and
LYCHORIDA with the child.
|
Enter
PERICLES, at Tarsus, with
CLEON and
DIONYZA, and
LYCHORIDA with the child.
|
PERICLES
Most honored Cleon, I must needs be gone. My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands In a litigious peace. You and your lady Take from my heart all thankfulness. The gods 5
Make up the rest upon you. |
PERICLES
Most honored Cleon, I must needs be gone. My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands In a litigious peace. You and your lady Take from my heart all thankfulness. The gods 5
Make up the rest upon you. |
CLEON
Your shakes of fortune, though they haunt you mortally, Yet glance full wond’ringly on us.
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CLEON
Your shakes of fortune, though they haunt you mortally, Yet glance full wond’ringly on us.
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DIONYZA
O, your sweet queen! That the strict Fates had pleased 10
You had brought her hither to have blessed mineeyes with her!
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DIONYZA
O, your sweet queen! That the strict Fates had pleased 10
You had brought her hither to have blessed mineeyes with her!
|
PERICLES
We cannot but obey the powers above us. Could I rage and roar as doth the sea She lies in, yet the end must be as ’tis. 15
My gentle babe Marina,Whom, for she was born at sea, I have named so, Here I charge your charity withal, Leaving her the infant of your care, Beseeching you to give her princely training, 20
That she may be mannered as she is born. |
PERICLES
We cannot but obey the powers above us. Could I rage and roar as doth the sea She lies in, yet the end must be as ’tis. 15
My gentle babe Marina,Whom, for she was born at sea, I have named so, Here I charge your charity withal, Leaving her the infant of your care, Beseeching you to give her princely training, 20
That she may be mannered as she is born. |
CLEON
Fear not, my lord, but think Your Grace, that fed my country with your corn, For which the people’s prayers still fall upon you, Must in your child be thought on. If neglection 25
Should therein make me vile, the common body,By you relieved, would force me to my duty. But if to that my nature need a spur, The gods revenge it upon me and mine, To the end of generation!
|
CLEON
Fear not, my lord, but think Your Grace, that fed my country with your corn, For which the people’s prayers still fall upon you, Must in your child be thought on. If neglection 25
Should therein make me vile, the common body,By you relieved, would force me to my duty. But if to that my nature need a spur, The gods revenge it upon me and mine, To the end of generation!
|
PERICLES
30
I believe you.Your honor and your goodness teach me to ’t Without your vows.—Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honor, all Unscissored shall this hair of mine remain, 35
Though I show ill in ’t. So I take my leave.Good madam, make me blessèd in your care In bringing up my child.
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PERICLES
30
I believe you.Your honor and your goodness teach me to ’t Without your vows.—Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honor, all Unscissored shall this hair of mine remain, 35
Though I show ill in ’t. So I take my leave.Good madam, make me blessèd in your care In bringing up my child.
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DIONYZA
I have one myself, Who shall not be more dear to my respect 40
Than yours, my lord. |
DIONYZA
I have one myself, Who shall not be more dear to my respect 40
Than yours, my lord. |
PERICLES
Madam, my thanks and prayers.
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PERICLES
Madam, my thanks and prayers.
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CLEON
We’ll bring your Grace e’en to the edge o’ th’ shore, Then give you up to the maskèd Neptune And the gentlest winds of heaven.
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CLEON
We’ll bring your Grace e’en to the edge o’ th’ shore, Then give you up to the maskèd Neptune And the gentlest winds of heaven.
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PERICLES
45
I will embrace your offer.—Come, dearest madam.—O, no tears, Lychorida, no tears! Look to your little mistress, on whose grace You may depend hereafter.—Come, my lord.
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PERICLES
45
I will embrace your offer.—Come, dearest madam.—O, no tears, Lychorida, no tears! Look to your little mistress, on whose grace You may depend hereafter.—Come, my lord.
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They exit.
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They exit.
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