Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Modern Critical Edition
gower Now our sands are almost run;
2More a little, and then dumb.
Editor’s Note3This my last boon give me,
4For such kindness must relieve me,
5That you aptly will suppose
6What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
Editor’s Note7What minstrelsy, and pretty din
8The regent made in Mytilene
Editor’s Note9To greet the King. So he thrived
10That he is promised to be wived
Editor’s Note11To fair Marina, but in no wise
Editor’s Note12Till he had done his sacrifice
13As Dian bade; whereto being bound
14The interim, pray you, all confound.
Editor’s Note15In feathered briefness sails are filled,
16And wishes fall out as they're willed.
Editor’s Note17At Ephesus the temple see:
18Our king, and all his company.
19That he can hither come so soon
Editor’s Note20Is by your fancies' thankful doom.Editor’s Note[Exit]