Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Might stand peerlesse by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
Lichorida our nurse is dead,
And cursed Dioniza hath
The pregnant instrument of wrath.
Prest for this blow, the vnborne euent,
I doe commend to your content,
Onely I carry winged Time,
Post one the lame feete of my rime,
Which neuer could I so conuey,
Vnlesse your thoughts went on my way,
Dioniza does appeare,
Exit.With Leonine a murtherer.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,
Lichorida our nurse is dead,
And cursed Dioniza hath
The pregnant instrument of wrath.
Prest for this blow, the vnborne euent,
I doe commend to your content,
Onely I carry winged Time,
Post one the lame feete of my rime,
Which neuer could I so conuey,
Vnlesse your thoughts went on my way,
Dioniza does appeare,
Exit.With Leonine a murtherer.
Enter Dioniza, with Leonine.
Dion.Thy oath remember, thou hast sworne to doo't, tis but a blowe which neuer shall bee knowne, thou canst not doe a thing in the worlde so soone to yeelde thee so much profite: let not conscience Which is but cold, in flaming, thy loue bosome, enflame too nicelie, nor let pittie which euen women haue cast off, melt thee, but be a souldier to thy purpose.
Leon.I will doo't; but yet she is a goodly creature.
Dion.The fitter then the Gods should haue her.
Here she comes weeping for her onely Mistresse death,
Thou art resolued.
Here she comes weeping for her onely Mistresse death,
Thou art resolued.
Leon.I am resolude.
Enter Marina with a Basket of flowers.
Mari.No: I will rob Tellus of her weede to strowe thy greene with Flowers, the yellowes, blewes, the purple Violets, and Marigolds, shall as a Carpet hang vpon thy graue, while Sommer dayes doth last: Aye me poore maid,
borne
