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Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Welcom'd, to his own desire. His woful queen leave at Ephess, To Dian there a votaress. Now to Marina bend your mind, Whom our fast-growing scene must find At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd In musick, letters; who hath gain!d Of education all the grace, 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. And in this kind hath our Cleon One daughter, and a wench full grown, Even ripe for marriage fight; this maid Hight Philoten: and it is said For certain in our story, she Would ever with Marina be: Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk 28 With fingers, long, small, white as milk; Or when she would with sharp neeld wound es The cambrick, which she made more sound
By hurting it; or when to the lute
Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE.
do it: 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Thou canst not do a thing i'the world so soon, To yield thee so much profit. Let not conscience, Which is but cold, inflame love in thy bosom, Inflame too nicely; nor let pity, which Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be A soldier to thy purpose.
Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
I am resolv'd.
Enter MARINA, with a basket of powers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, To strew thy green with flowers: the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, While summer days do last. Ah me! poor maid, Born in a tempest, when my mother died,