:ACT IV. Enter GoWER. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Now to Marina bend your mind, Whom our fast-growing scene must find Which makes her both the heart and place Be't when she weav'd the sleided silk 28 By hurting it; or when to the lute This Philoten contends in skill With the dove of Paphos might the crow The pregnant instrument of wrath 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, Unless your thoughts went on my way.— Dionyza does appear, With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. ... SCENE I. Tharsus. An open place near the sea-shore. Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it: 'Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Even women have cast off, melt thee, but be Leon. I'll do't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. Here Weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Thou art resolv'd? Leon. I am resolv'd. Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, To strew thy green with flowers31: 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, |