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0, sir, a courtesy, Which if we should deny, the most just God For every graff would send a caterpillar, And so inflict our province.-Yet once more Let me entreat to know at large the cause of your king's sorrow. Hel.
Sit, sir, I will recount it; But see, I am prevented. Enter, from the Barge, Lord, MARINA, and a young
0, here is
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
Is't not a goodly presence ?
A gallant lady.
Lys. She's such, that were I well assar'd she came
Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish
No better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
If that thy, prosperous artificial feat
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish,
Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided none bat I and my companion
Be suffer'd to come near him.
Come, let os leave her, And the gods make her prosperous ! [Marina sings: Lys.
Mark'd he your music? Mar. No, nor look'd on us. Lys.
See, she will speak to him.
Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear :-
Per. Hum! ha!
I am a maid,
My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
Bat have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks
My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief
Might equal yours, if bulh were justly weighd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude. I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak. [Aside.
Per. My fortunes—parentage-good parentage
To equal mine!-was it not thus? what say you?
Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage, You would not do me violence. Per.
I do think so.
I pray you turn your eyes again upon me.-
You are like something that—What countrywoman?
Here of these shores?
No, nor of any shores :
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and amn
No other than I appear.
Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.
My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one
My daughter might have been: my queen's sqnare brows;
Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno;
Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry,
The more she gives them speech.-Where do you
live? Mar. Where I am but a stranger; from the deck You may discern the place. Per.
Where were you bred? And how achiev'd you these endowments, which You make more rich to owe? Mar.
Should I tell my bistory, "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting.
Per. Pr’ythee speak; Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace, For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee, And make my senses credit thy relation, To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends? Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back
(Which was when I perceiv'd thee), that thou cam’st Prom good descending? Mar.
So indeed I did.
Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st
Thou hadsi been toss'd from wrong to injury,
And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine,
If both were open'd.
Some such thing indeed
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely.
Tell thy story;
If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look
Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind vir.
Reconnt, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.
0, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.
Patience, good sir,
Or here I'll cease.
Nay, I'll be patient :
Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina.
The name Marina,
Was given me by one that had some power;
My father, and a king.
How! a king's daughter?
And call'd Marina?
You said you would believe me;
But not to be a troubler of your peace,
, I will end here.
But are you flesh and blood ? Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? No motion?-Well; speak on. Where were you born? And wherefore call'd Marina?
For I was born at sea.
At sea? Thy mother?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who died the very minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida halh oft
O, stop there a little!
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal : this cannot be. [bred?
My daughter's buried. [Aside] Well:-where were you
I'll hear you more,
to the bottom of your story, And never interrupt you.
Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'lwere best I did give
Per. I will believe you by the syllable (o'er.
Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:-
How came you in these parts? where were you bred?
Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave me;
Till cruel Cleon,
with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It may
You think me an imposter; no, good faith; [be,
I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be.
Per. Ho, Helicauus!
Calls my gracious lord?
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general: Tell me, if thou canst,
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?
I know not; but
Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Speaks nobly of hér.
She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.
Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
And drown me with their sweetness. 0, come hither,
Tbou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again! O'Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud
As thunder threatens us : This is Marina.-
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.
First, sir, I pray,
What is your title?
Per. l'am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
(As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect),
My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of kingdoms,
And another life to Pericles thy father.
Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than
To say, my mother's name was Thaisa ?
Thaisa was my mother, who did end,
The minute I began.
Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my child.
Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus
(Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been,
By savage Cleon), she shall tell thee all;
When thou shall kneel, and justify in knowledge,
She is thy very princess.--Who is this?
Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.
I embrace you, sir.
Give ine my robes; I am wild in my beholding.,
O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what music!
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
How sure you are my daughter.—But what music?
Hel. My lord, I hear none.
The music of the spheres : list, my Marina.