Enter GOWER, before the temple of DIANA at Ephesus
304 Now our sands are almost run;
305 More a little, and then dumb.
306 This, my last boon, give me,
307 For such kindness must relieve me,
308 That you aptly will suppose
309 What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
310 What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
311 The regent made in Mytilene
312 To greet the king. So he thrived,
313 That he is promised to be wived
314 To fair Marina; but in no wise
315 Till he had done his sacrifice,
316 As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
317 The interim, pray you, all confound.
318 In feather'd briefness sails are fill'd,
319 And wishes fall out as they're will'd.
320 At Ephesus, the temple see,
321 Our king and all his company.
322 That he can hither come so soon,
323 Is by your fancy's thankful doom.
Pericles Prince of Tyre