The First Web Folio Edition of Shakespeare's Works
| [Enter GOWER] |
| GOWER | Here have you seen a mighty king | ||
| His child, I wis, to incest bring; | |||
| A better prince and benign lord, | |||
| That will prove awful both in deed and word. | |||
| Be quiet then as men should be, | 5 | ||
| Till he hath pass'd necessity. | |||
| I'll show you those in troubles reign, | |||
| Losing a mite, a mountain gain. | |||
| The good in conversation, | |||
| To whom I give my benison, | 10 | ||
| Is still at Tarsus, where each man | |||
| Thinks all is writ he speken can; | |||
| And, to remember what he does, | |||
| Build his statue to make him glorious: | |||
| But tidings to the contrary | 15 | ||
| Are brought your eyes; what need speak I? | |||
| DUMB SHOW. | |||
| [Enter at one door PERICLES talking with CLEON; all | |||
| the train with them. Enter at another door a | |||
| Gentleman, with a letter to PERICLES; PERICLES | |||
| shows the letter to CLEON; gives the Messenger a | |||
| reward, and knights him. Exit PERICLES at one | |||
| door, and CLEON at another] | |||
| Good Helicane, that stay'd at home, | |||
| Not to eat honey like a drone | |||
| From others' labours; for though he strive | 20 | ||
| To killen bad, keep good alive; | |||
| And to fulfil his prince' desire, | |||
| Sends word of all that haps in Tyre: | |||
| How Thaliard came full bent with sin | |||
| And had intent to murder him; | 25 | ||
| And that in Tarsus was not best | |||
| Longer for him to make his rest. | |||
| He, doing so, put forth to seas, | |||
| Where when men been, there's seldom ease; | |||
| For now the wind begins to blow; | 30 | ||
| Thunder above and deeps below | |||
| Make such unquiet, that the ship | |||
| Should house him safe is wreck'd and split; | |||
| And he, good prince, having all lost, | |||
| By waves from coast to coast is tost: | 35 | ||
| All perishen of man, of pelf, | |||
| Ne aught escapen but himself; | |||
| Till fortune, tired with doing bad, | |||
| Threw him ashore, to give him glad: | |||
| And here he comes. What shall be next, | 40 | ||
| Pardon old Gower,--this longs the text. | |||
| [Exit] |
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