- Come, give me your flowers, ere the SEA mar it. - Pericles, Prince of Tyre - Shakespeare and the SEA 18

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DIONYZA.

" - How now, Marina! why do you keep alone?
How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not
Consume your blood with sorrowing: you have
A nurse of me. Lord, how your favour’s changed
With this unprofitable woe!
Come, give me your flowers, ere the
SEA mar it.
Walk with Leonine; the air is quick there,
And it pierces and sharpens the stomach.
Come, Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her."

PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE

William Shakespeare

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