Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Cleon.Were I chiefe Lord of all this spacious world, Ide giue it to vndo the deede. O Ladie much lesse in blood then vertue, yet a Princes to equall any single Crowne ath earth-ith Iustice of compare, O villaine, Leonine whom thou hast poisned too, if thou hadst drunke to him tad beene a kindnesse becomming well thy face, what canst thou say when noble Pericles shall demaund his child?
Dion.That shee is dead. Nurses are not the fates to foster it, not euer to preserue, she dide at night, Ile say so, who can crosse it vnlesse you play the impious Innocent, and for an honest attribute, crie out shee dyde by foule play.
Cle.O goe too, well, well, of all the faults beneath the heauens, the Gods doe like this worst.
Dion.Be one of those that thinkes the pettie wrens of Tharsus will flie hence, and open this to Pericles, I do shame to thinke of what a noble straine you are, and of how coward a spirit.
Cle.To such proceeding who euer but his approbation added, though not his prince consent, he did not flow from honourable courses.
Dion.Be it so then, yet none does knowe but you how shee came dead, nor none can knowe Leonine being gone. Shee did disdaine my childe, and stoode betweene her and her fortunes: none woulde looke on her, but cast their gazes on Marianas face, whilest ours was blurted at, and helde a Mawkin not worth the time of day. It pierst me thorow, and though you call my course vnnaturall, you not your childe well louing, yet I finde it greets mee as an enterprize of kindnesse performd to your sole daughter.
Cle.Heauens forgiue it.
Dion.And as for Pericles, what should hee say, wee wept after her hearse, & yet we mourne, her monument is almost finished, & her epitaphs in glittring goldē characters expres
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