Gow.

Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make short;
Sail seas in cockles, have an ^note wish but for't ^note;
Making, ^note to take ^note our ^note imagination ^note,
From bourn to bourn, region to region.
By you being pardon'd ^note, we commit no crime
To use one language in each several clime
Where our scenes seem ^note to live. I do beseech you
To learn of me, who stand i' the ^note gaps to teach you ^{note note}
The ^note stages of our story. Pericles ^note
Is now again thwarting the ^note wayward seas,
Attended on by many a lord and knight,

To see his daughter, all his life's ^note delight.
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Advanced in time to great and high estate,
Is left to govern. ^note Bear you it in mind,
Old ^note Helicanus goes along behind. ^note
Well-sailing ships and bounteous winds have brought ^note
This king to Tarsus,—think his pilot ^note thought ^note;
So with his steerage shall your thoughts ^note grow on ^note,—
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
Like motes ^note and shadows see them move awhile ^note;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile. Dumb Show. ^note Enter Pericles at one door, with all his train; Cleon and Dionyza at the other. Cleon shows Pericles the tomb; whereat Pericles makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. ^note Then exeunt Cleon Dionyza, and the rest. ^note
See ^note how belief may suffer by foul show!
This borrow'd ^note passion stands for true old ^note woe;
And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,
With sighs shot through and biggest tears o'ershower'd,
Leaves Tarsus and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs:
He puts ^note on sackcloth, and to sea. He ^note bears

A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza. ^{note note} [Reads ^note the inscription on Marina's monument.

‘The fairest, sweet'st and ^note best, lies here,
Who wither'd ^note in her spring of year.
She was of Tyrus the king's daughter,
On whom foul death hath made this slaughter;
Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,
Thetis ^note, being proud, swallow'd ^note some part o' the ^note earth:
Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd ^note:
Wherefore she does, and swears she'll never stint,
Make raging battery upon shores of flint.’ ^note

No visor does become black villany
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
And bear his courses to be ordered ^note
By Lady Fortune; while our scene must play ^note
His daughter's ^note woe and heavy well-a-day ^note
In her unholy service. Patience, then,
And think you now are all in Mytilene ^note. [Exit. ^note

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