Pericles by William Shakespeare
Act 5 - Scene 2
Chorus.
Gower : Now our sands are almost run;
[p]More a little, and then
dumb.
[p]This, my last boon, give me,
[p]For such kindness must
relieve me,
[p]That you aptly will suppose
[p]What pageantry, what
feats, what shows,
[p]What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
[p]The regent
made in Mytilene
[p]To greet the king. So he thrived,
[p]That he is
promised to be wived
[p]To fair Marina; but in no wise
[p]Till he had
done his sacrifice,
[p]As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
[p]The
interim, pray you, all confound.
[p]In feather'd briefness sails are
fill'd,
[p]And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
[p]At Ephesus, the
temple see,
[p]Our king and all his company.
[p]That he can hither
come so soon,
[p]Is by your fancy's thankful doom.
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