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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12024	The late, and much admired play, called Pericles, Prince of Tyre With the true relation of the whole historie, aduentures, and fortunes of the said prince: as also, the no lesse strange, and worthy accidents, in the birth and life, of his daughter Mariana. As it hath been diuers and sundry times acted by his Maiesties Seruants, at the Globe on the Banck-side. By William Shakespeare.; Pericles	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1609 (1609)	STC 22334; ESTC S111190	38,622	72

Of Helycanus would set on The Crowne of Tyre b●t he will none The mutanie hee there hastes t' oppresse Sayes to 'em if King Pericles Come not home in twise sixe Moones He obedient to their doomes Will take the Crowne the summe of this Brought hither to Penlapolis Irany shed the regions round And euery one with claps can ●ound Our heyre apparant is a King Who dreampt who thought of such a thing Briefe he must hence depart to Tyre His Queene with child makes her desire Which who shall crosse along to goe Omit we all their dole and woe 〈◊〉 her Nurse she takes And so to Sea their vessell shakes On Neptune● billow halfe the flood Hath their Keele cut but fortune mou'd Varies againe the grisled North Disgorges such a tempest forth That as a Ducke for life that diues So vp and downe the poo●e Ship driues The Lady shreekes and wel-a-neare Do's fall in trauayle with her feare And what ensues in this fell storme Shal● for it selfe it selfe performe I n●ll relate action may Conueniently the rest conuay Which might not what by me is told In your imagination hold This Stage the Ship vpon whose Decke The seas tost Pericles appeares to speake Enter Pericles a Shipbo●rd Peri. The God of this great Vast rebuke these surges Which wash both heauen and hell and thou that hast Vpon the Windes commaund bind them in Brasse Hauing call'd them from the deepe ô still Thy dea●n●ng dreadfull thunders gently quench Thy ●●●ble sulphirous flashes ô How Lychorida How does my Queene then storme venomously Wilt thou s●eat all thy selfe the sea-mans Whistle Is as a whi●per in the eares of death Vnheard Ly●h●ri●a 〈◊〉 oh Diuinest patrionesse and my wife gentle To those that cry by night conuey thy deitie Aboard our dauncing Boat make swift the pangues Of my Queenes trauayles now Lychori●● Enter Lychorida Lychor Heere is a thing too young for such a place Who if it had conceit would die as I am like to doe Take in your armes this peece of your dead Queene Peri. How how Lychori●a Lycho Patience good sir do not assist the storme Heer 's all that is left liuing of your Queene A litle Daughter for the sake of it Be manly and take comfort Per. O you Gods Why do you make vs loue your goodly gyfts And snatch them straight away we heere below Recall not what we giue and therein may Vse honour with you Lycho Patience good sir euen for this charge Per. Now mylde may be thy life For a more blusterous birth had neuer Babe Quiet and gentle thy conditions for Thou art the rudelyest welcome to this world That euer was Princes Child happy what followes Thou hast as chiding a natiuitie As Fire Ayre Water Earth and Heauen can make To harould thee from the wombe Euen at the first thy losse is more then can Thy portage quit with all thou canst find heere Now the good Gods throw their best eyes vpon 't Enter two Saylers 1. Sayl. What courage sir God saue you Per. Courage enough I do not feare the ●law It hath done to me the worst yet for the loue Of this poore Infant this fresh new sea-farer I would it would be quiet 1. Sayl. Slacke the bolins there thou wilt not wilt thou Blow and split thy selfe 2. Sayl. But Sea-roome and the brine and cloudy billow Kisse the Moone I care not ● Sir your Queene must ouer board the sea workes hie The Wind is lowd and will not ●●e till the Ship Be cleard of the dead Per. That 's your superstition 1. Pardon vs sir with vs at Sea it hath bin still obserued And we are strong in easterne therefore briefly yeeld'er Per. As you thinke meet for she must ouer board straight Most wretched Queene Lychor Heere she lyes sir. Peri. A terrible Child-bed hast thou had my deare No light no fire th'vnfriendly elements Forgot thee vtterly nor haue I time To giue thee hallowd to thy graue but straight Must cast thee scarcly Cossind in oare Where for a monument vpon thy bones The ayre remayning lampes the belching Whale And humming Water must orewelme thy corpes Lying with simple shels ô Lychorida Bid Nes●or bring me Spices Incke and Taper My Casket and my lewels and bid Nicander Bring me the Sattin Coffin lay the Babe Vpon the Pillow hie thee whiles I say A priestly farewell to her sodainely woman 2. Sir we haue a Chist beneath the hatches Caulkt and bittumed ready P●ri I thanke thee Mariner say what Coast is this 2. Wee are neere 〈◊〉 Peri. Thither gentel Mariner Alter thy course for 〈◊〉 When canst thou reach it 2. By breake of day if the Wind cease Peri. O make for Th●sus There will I visit Cle●r for the Babe Cannot hold out to 〈◊〉 there ●le leaue it At carefull nursing goe thy wayes good Mariner I le bring the body presently Exit Enter Lord C●rymon with a seruant Cery Phylemon hoe Enter Phylemon Phyl. Doth my Lord call C●●y Get Fire and meat for these poore men T 'as been a turbulent and stormie night S●ru I haue been in many but such a night as this Till now I neare endured Cery Your Maister will be dead ere you returne There 's nothing can be ministred to Nature That can recouer him giue this to the Pothecary And tell me how it workes Enter two G●ntlemen 1. Gent. Good morrow 2. Gent. Good morrow to your Lordship Cery Gentlemen why doe you stirre so early 1. Gent. Sir our lodgings standing bleake vpon the sea Shooke as the earth did quake The very principals did seeme to rend and all to topple Pure surprize and feare made me to quite the house 2. Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early T●is not our husbandry Cery O you say well 1. ●ent But I much maruaile that your Lordship Hauing rich tire about you should at these early howers Shake off the golden slumber of repose t is most strang● Nature should be so conuersant with Paine Being thereto not compelled Cery I h●ld it euer Vertue and Cunning Were endowments greater then Noblenes●e Riches Carelesse Heyres may the two latter darken and expend But Immortalitie attendes the former Making a man a god T' is knowne I euer haue studied Physicke Through which secret Art by turning ore Authorities I haue togeather with my practize made famyliar To me and to my ayde the blest infusions that dwels In Vegetiues in Mettals Stones and can speake of the Disturbances that Nature works and of her cures which doth giue me a more content in course of true delight Then to be thirsty after tottering honour or Tie my pleasure vp in silken Bagges To please the Foole and Death 2. Gent. Your honour has through E●hesus Poured foorth your charitie and hundreds call themselues Your Creatures who by you haue been restored And not your knowledge ●our personall payne But euen your Purse still open hath built Lord Cerim●n Such strong renowne as time shall neuer Enter