Page 238 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike
The inhospitable Cleon, but I am
For other service first. Toward Ephesus [250]
Turn our blown sails. Eftsoons. I’ll tell thee why.

(To Lysimachus)
Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
And give you gold for such provision
As our intents will need?

LYSIMACHUS

Sir,
With all my heart; and when you come ashore, [255]
I have another suit.

PERICLES
You shall prevail,
Were it to woo my daughter, for it seems

You have been noble towards her.

LYSIMACHUS
Sir, lend me your arm.

PERICLES
Come, my Marina.
Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Enter Gower.

GOWER
Now our sands are almost run;
More a little, and then dumb.
This my last boon give me,

For such kindness must relieve me,
That you aptly will suppose [5]
What pageantry, what feats, what shows,