Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 1
Gower. Thus time we waste, & long leagues make [we] short,
2Saile seas in Cockles, haue and wish but fort,
Critical Apparatus3Making to take [imagination],
4From bourne to bourne, region to region,
5By you being pardoned we commit no crime,
6To vse one language, in each seuerall clime,
pg 1412Critical Apparatus7Where our sceanes [seeme] to liue, I doe beseech you
Critical Apparatus8To learne of me who stand [ith] gappes to teach you.
9The stages of our storie Pericles
Critical Apparatus10Is now againe thwarting [the] wayward seas,
11Attended on by many a Lord and Knight,
Critical Apparatus12To see his daughter all his liues delight.
13Old Helicanus goes along behind,
Critical Apparatus14Is left to gouerne, [if] you beare in mind.
15Old Escenes, whom Hellicanus late
Critical Apparatus16Aduancde in [tyre] to great and hie estate.
Critical Apparatus17Well sayling ships, and bounteous winds haue brought
Critical Apparatus18This king to Tharsus, thinke [his] Pilat thought
Critical Apparatus19So with his sterage, shall your thoughts [go one]
20To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone
Critical Apparatus21Like moats and shadowes, see them moue a while,
Link 22Your eares vnto your eyes Ile reconcile.G3r Enter Pericles at one doore, with all his trayne, Cleon and Dioniza at the other. Cleon shewes Pericles the tombe, whereat Pericles makes lamentation, puts on sacke-cloth, and in a mighty passion departs.23
Gowr. See how beleefe may suffer by fowle showe,
Critical Apparatus24This borrowed passion stands for true [owde] woe:
25And Pericles in sorrowe all deuour'd,
26With sighes shot through, and biggest teares ore-showr'd.
27Leaues Tharsus, and againe imbarques, hee sweares
28Neuer to wash his face, nor cut his hayres:
Critical Apparatus29Hee [puts] on sack-cloth, and to Sea he beares,
30A Tempest which his mortall vessell teares.
31And yet hee rydes it out, Nowe please you wit:
Critical Apparatus32The Epitaph is for Marina writ,
33By wicked Dioniza.
Critical Apparatus34 The fairest, sweetest, and [most] best lyes heere,
35 Who withered in her spring of yeare:
Critical Apparatus36 She was of Tyrus the Kings daughter,
pg 141337 On whom fowle death hath made this slaughter.
38 Marina was shee call'd, and at her byrth,
Critical Apparatus39 Thetis being prowd, swallowed some part ath' earth:
40 Therefore the earth fearing to be ore-flowed,
41 Hath Thetis byrth-childe on the heauens bestowed.
42 Wherefore she does and sweares sheele neuer stint,
43 Make raging Battery vpon shores of flint.
44No vizor does become blacke villanie,
45So well as soft and tender flatterie:
46Let Pericles beleeue his daughter's dead,
47And beare his courses to be ordered;
Critical Apparatus48By Lady Fortune, while our [Sceane] must play,
49His daughters woe and heauie welladay.
50In her vnholie seruice: Patience then,
51And thinke you now are all in Mittelin.Exit.