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The scene is extracted from a file dated January 30, 2026.\n\n## Context\nThis subsection is part of the larger chapter titled \"[Pericles Prince of Tyre.](arke:01KG6S4D9NHNM7KP90AY8TKVCC)\" The text was extracted from the file \"[pdf-01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA)\" and is part of the collection \"[PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y).\" It follows the subsection \"[Enter Hethes, Escapes, with other Lords.](arke:01KG6S5NY810T5H3YTMF4AH8TX)\" and precedes the subsection \"[## Enter a Lord.](arke:01KG6S5PMXQ7X6W3K5S174N69T).\"\n\n## Contents\nThe scene opens with Clean and Dioniza reflecting on their suffering. Clean suggests that recounting their woes might offer some solace, but Dioniza counters that it would only amplify their pain. Clean laments the state of Tharsus, a once prosperous city now ravaged by famine, where people are starving and resorting to desperate measures, even drawing lots to decide who will die first to prolong the lives of others. Dioniza confirms their plight with her own appearance. Clean urges that other prosperous cities should hear of their misery as a warning.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:32.878Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"Enter Clean the Governour of Tharsus, with his wife and others.","end_line":15612,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:08.806Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"## Enter Clean the Governour of Tharsus, with his wife and others.","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":15541,"text":"## Enter Clean the Governour of Tharsus, with his wife and others.\n\n**Clean.** My Dyoniza shall wee rest vs heere,\nAnd by relating tales of others griefees,\nSee if t’will teach us to forget our owne?\n\n**Dion.** That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it,\nFor who digs hills because they doe aspire?\nThrowes downe one mountaine to cast up a higher:\nO my distressed Lord, even such our griefees are,\nHeere they are but felt, and scene with mischiefs eyes,\nBut like to Groues, being topt, they higher rise.\n\n**Clean.** O Dioniza.\nWho wanteth food, and will not say hee wants it,\nOr can conceale his hunger till hee samish?\nOur toungs and sorrowes to sound deeper:\nOur woes into the aire, our eyes to weepe.\nTill toungs fetch breath that may proclaim\nThem louder, that if heaven slumber, while\nTheir creatures want, they may awake\nTheir helpers, to comfort them.\nIle then discourse our woes felt, scuerall yeares,\nAnd wanting breath to speake, heipe mee with teares.\n\n**Dyoniza.** Ile doe my best Syr. (ment,\n**Clean.** This Tharsus ore which I haue the gouerne\nA Cittie on whom plentie held full hand:\nFor riches strew’de her selfe cuen in her streetes,\nWhose\n\n\n# Pericles Prince of Tyre.\n\nWhose towers bore heads so high they kill the crowds,\nAnd strangers nere beheld, but wondered at,\nWhose men and dames so jetted and adorn’de,\nLike one another’s glaise to trim them by,\nTheir tables were flor’de full to glad the sight,\nAnd not so much to seede on as delight,\nAll pouertie was scor’nde, and pride so great,\nThe name of helpe grewe odious to repeat.\n\n## Dion. O’tis too true.\n\n*Cle.* But see what heaven can doe by this our change,\nThese mouths who but of late, earth, sea, and ayre,\nWere all too little to content and please,\nAlthough thy gaue their creatures in abundance,\nAs houses are defil’de for want of vše,\nThey are now staru’de for want of exercise,\nThose pallets who not yet too sauers younger,\nMust have inventions to delight the taft,\nWould now be glad of bread and beg for it,\nThose mothers who to nouzell vp their babes,\nThought nought too curious, are readie now\nTo eat those little darlings whom they lou’de,\nSo sharpe are hungers teeth, that man and wife,\nDrawe lots who first shall die, to lengthen life.\nHeere stands a Lord, and there a Ladie weeping:\nHeere manie sincke, yet those which see them fall,\nHave scarce strength left to giue them buryall.\n\n## Is not this true?\n\n## Dion. Our checkes and hollow eyes doe witness it.\n\n*Cle.* O let those Cities that of plenties cup,\nAnd her prosperities so largely taste,\nWith their superfluous riots heare these teares,\nThe miserie of Thar’ius may be theirs.\n","title":"## Enter Clean the Governour of Tharsus, with his wife and others."},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4D9NHNM7KP90AY8TKVCC","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S5NY810T5H3YTMF4AH8TX","peer_type":"subsection","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S5PMXQ7X6W3K5S174N69T","peer_type":"subsection","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:13.973Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:33.096Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}