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When we with tears parted Pentapolis,
[Shows a ring. Per. This, this; no more, you gods! your present
[Kneels to Thaisa. Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh,
Blessed and mine own!
I know you not. Per. You have heard me say, when I did fly from
'Twas Helicanus, then.
Thai. Lord Cerimon, my lord ; this man
deliver How this dead
I will, my lord. first
go with me to my house,
Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.
Thai. Lord Cerimon hath letters of good credit,
1 i. e. fairly contracted, honorably affianced.
2 In the fragment of the Old Metrical Romance, the father dies in his daughter's arms. 3 i. e. the king of Antioch. The old copy reads Antiochus. VOL. VI.
Of Pericles, to rage the city turn;
That this tragedy has some merit, it were vain to deny ; but that it is the entire composition of Shakspeare, is more than can be hastily granted. I shall not venture, with Dr. Farmer, to determine that the hand of our great Poet is only visible in the last act; for I think it appears in several passages dispersed over each of these divisions. I find it difficult, however, to persuade myself that he was the original fabricator of the plot or the author of every dialogue, chorus, &c.
END OF VOL. VI.