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| [Enter GOWER] |
| GOWER | Now sleep y-slaked hath the rout; | ||
| No din but snores the house about, | |||
| Made louder by the o'er-fed breast | |||
| Of this most pompous marriage-feast. | |||
| The cat, with eyne of burning coal, | 5 | ||
| Now crouches fore the mouse's hole; | |||
| And crickets sing at the oven's mouth, | |||
| E'er the blither for their drouth. | |||
| Hymen hath brought the bride to bed. | |||
| Where, by the loss of maidenhead, | 10 | ||
| A babe is moulded. Be attent, | |||
| And time that is so briefly spent | |||
| With your fine fancies quaintly eche: | |||
| What's dumb in show I'll plain with speech. | |||
| DUMB SHOW. | 15 | ||
| [Enter, PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with | |||
| Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and | |||
| gives PERICLES a letter: PERICLES shows it | |||
| SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to him. Then enter | |||
| THAISA with child, with LYCHORIDA a nurse. The | |||
| KING shows her the letter; she rejoices: she and | |||
| PERICLES takes leave of her father, and depart with | |||
| LYCHORIDA and their Attendants. Then exeunt | |||
| SIMONIDES and the rest] | |||
| By many a dern and painful perch | |||
| Of Pericles the careful search, | |||
| By the four opposing coigns | |||
| Which the world together joins, | |||
| Is made with all due diligence | 20 | ||
| That horse and sail and high expense | |||
| Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre, | |||
| Fame answering the most strange inquire, | |||
| To the court of King Simonides | |||
| Are letters brought, the tenor these: | 25 | ||
| Antiochus and his daughter dead; | |||
| The men of Tyrus on the head | |||
| Of Helicanus would set on | |||
| The crown of Tyre, but he will none: | |||
| The mutiny he there hastes t' oppress; | 30 | ||
| Says to 'em, if King Pericles | |||
| Come not home in twice six moons, | |||
| He, obedient to their dooms, | |||
| Will take the crown. The sum of this, | |||
| Brought hither to Pentapolis, | 35 | ||
| Y-ravished the regions round, | |||
| And every one with claps can sound, | |||
| 'Our heir-apparent is a king! | |||
| Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?' | |||
| Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre: | 40 | ||
| His queen with child makes her desire-- | |||
| Which who shall cross?--along to go: | |||
| Omit we all their dole and woe: | |||
| Lychorida, her nurse, she takes, | |||
| And so to sea. Their vessel shakes | 45 | ||
| On Neptune's billow; half the flood | |||
| Hath their keel cut: but fortune's mood | |||
| Varies again; the grisly north | |||
| Disgorges such a tempest forth, | |||
| That, as a duck for life that dives, | 50 | ||
| So up and down the poor ship drives: | |||
| The lady shrieks, and well-a-near | |||
| Does fall in travail with her fear: | |||
| And what ensues in this fell storm | |||
| Shall for itself itself perform. | 55 | ||
| I nill relate, action may | |||
| Conveniently the rest convey; | |||
| Which might not what by me is told. | |||
| In your imagination hold | |||
| This stage the ship, upon whose deck | 60 | ||
| The sea-tost Pericles appears to speak. | |||
| [Exit] |
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