Dion.
Why, ^note are ^note you foolish? Can it be undone?

Cle.
O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!

Dion.
I think
You'll turn a child ^note again. ^note

Cle.
Were I chief lord of all this spacious world, ^note
I'ld give it to undo the deed. O lady,
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess ^note

To equal any single crown o' the ^note earth
I' the ^note justice of compare! O villain Leonine!
Whom thou hast poison'd ^note too:
If thou hadst drunk to him, 't had ^note been a kindness
Becoming well thy fact ^note: what canst thou say
When noble Pericles shall demand his child? ^note

Dion.
That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
To foster it, nor ever to preserve ^note.
She died at night ^note; I'll say so. Who can cross it?
Unless you play ^note the pious ^note innocent, ^note
And for an honest attribute cry out
‘She died by foul play.’

Cle.
O, go to. Well, well,
Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.

Dion.
Be one of those that think ^note
The petty ^note wrens of Tarsus will fly hence
And open this to Pericles. I do shame
To think of what a noble strain you are
And of how coward ^note a spirit.

Cle.
To such proceeding
Who ever but his approbation added,
Though not his prime consent ^note, he did not flow
From honourable sources ^note.

Dion.
Be it so, then:

Yet none does ^note know, but you, how she came dead,
Nor none can know ^note, Leonine being gone.
She did distain ^note my child, and stood between
Her and her fortunes: none would look on her,
But cast their gazes on Marina's ^note face;
Whilst ours was blurted ^note at, and held a malkin ^note,
Not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough;
And though you call my course unnatural,
You not your child well loving, yet I find
It greets me as an enterprise of kindness
Perform'd to your ^note sole daughter. ^note

Cle.
Heavens forgive it!

Dion.
And as for Pericles,
What should he say? ^note We wept after her hearse,
And yet ^note we mourn: her monument
Is ^note almost finish'd ^note, and her epitaphs ^note
In glittering ^note golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expense 'tis done. ^{note note}

Cle.
Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, dost, with thine ^note angel's face,
Seize ^{note note} with thine ^note eagle's talons ^note. ^note

Dion.
You are ^note like one that superstitiously ^note
Doth ^note swear to ^note the gods that winter kills the flies:
But yet I know you'll do as I advise ^note. ^note [Exeunt. ^{note note}

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