TPTT Pericles, Prince of Tyre: ACT IV
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
[Prologue]
SCENE I. Tarsus. An open place near the sea-shore.
SCENE II. Mytilene. A room in a brothel.
SCENE III. Tarsus. A room in CLEON's house.
SCENE IV
SCENE V. Mytilene. A street before the brothel.
SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel.
ACT V
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[Prologue]
Enter GOWER
GOWER
      Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre,
      Welcomed and settled to his own desire.
      His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus,
      Unto Diana there a votaress.
5     Now to Marina bend your mind,
      Whom our fast-growing scene must find
      At Tarsus, and by Cleon train'd
      In music, letters; who hath gain'd
      Of education all the grace,
10    Which makes her both the heart and place
      Of general wonder. But, alack,
      That monster envy, oft the wrack
      Of earned praise, Marina's life
      Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
15    And in this kind hath our Cleon
      One daughter, and a wench full grown,
      Even ripe for marriage-rite; this maid
      Hight Philoten: and it is said
      For certain in our story, she
20    Would ever with Marina be:
      Be't when she weaved the sleided silk
      With fingers long, small, white as milk;
      Or when she would with sharp needle wound
      The cambric, which she made more sound
25    By hurting it; or when to the lute
      She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
      That still records with moan; or when
      She would with rich and constant pen
      Vail to her mistress Dian; still
30    This Philoten contends in skill
      With absolute Marina: so
      With the dove of Paphos might the crow
      Vie feathers white. Marina gets
      All praises, which are paid as debts,
35    And not as given. This so darks
      In Philoten all graceful marks,
      That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
      A present murderer does prepare
      For good Marina, that her daughter
40    Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
      The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
      Lychorida, our nurse, is dead:
      And cursed Dionyza hath
      The pregnant instrument of wrath
45    Prest for this blow. The unborn event
      I do commend to your content:
      Only I carry winged time
      Post on the lame feet of my rhyme;
      Which never could I so convey,
50    Unless your thoughts went on my way.
      Dionyza does appear,
      With Leonine, a murderer.
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