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Enter Gower.

Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances Into an honest house, our story says. She sings like one immortal, and the dances As goddess-like to her admired lays : Deep clerks the dumbs; and with her neeld composes Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry; That even her art sisters the natural roses ; Her incle, filk, twin with the rubied cherry: That pupils lacks she none of noble race, Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place; And to her father turn our thoughts again, Where we left him, on the sea. We there him loft ; Whence, driven before the winds, he is arriv'd Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast Suppose him now at anchor. The city striv'd God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence Lysimachus our Tyrian fhip espies, His banners fable, trimm'd with rich expence; And to him in his barge with fervour hies. In your supposing once more put your sight; Of heavy Pericles think this the bark: Where, what is done in action, more, if might, Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and hark. [Exit.



On board PERICLES' ship, off Mitylene. A clofe Pavilion

on deck, with a curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel.

Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian resel, the

other to the barge ; to them HELICANUS. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus ? he can resolve you.

[To the Sailor of Mitylene.
O here he is.
Sir, there's a barge put off froin Mitylene,
And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?

Hel. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.
Tyr. Sail. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls.

Enter two Gentlemen.

1 Gent. Doth your lordship call ?

Hel. Gentlemen, There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray you, To greet

them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on

board the barge.

Enter, from thence, LYSIMACHUS and Lords ; the Tyrian

Gentlemen, and the two Sailors.

Tyr. Sail. Sir,
This is the inan that can, in aught you would,

Resolve you.

Lyf. Hail, reverend fir! The gods preserve you !


Hel. And you, sir, to out-live the age I am,
And die as I would do.

You wilh me well.
Being on fhore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,
I made to it, to know of whence you are.

Hel. First, fir, what is your place ?
Lyf. I am governor of this place you lie before.

Hel. Sir,
Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king :
A man, who for this three months hath not spoken

any one, nor taken sustenance, But to prorogue his grief.

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature ?

Hil. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;
But the main grief of all fyrings from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lys. May we not see hiin, then?

You may indeed, fir, But bootless is your fight; he will not speak

To any

Lyf. Yet, let me obtain


wish. Hel. Behold him, fir : [Pericles discovered.] this was

a goodly person, Till the disaster, that, one mortal night, Drove him to this.

Lyf. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hail, Hail, royal fir !

Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.

i Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durft wager, Would win some words of him. Lyf.

'Tis well bethought. She, questionless, with her sweet harmony And other choice attractions, would allure,


And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
Which now are midway stopp'd :
She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow maidens, now within
The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's fide.
[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.-Exit Lord, in

the barge of LYSIMACHUS.
Hel. Sure all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit
That bears recovery's name.

But, since your

kindness We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further, That for our gold we may provision have, Wherein we are not deititute for want, But weary

for the staleness. Lyf.

O, fir, a courtesy,
Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so infict our province.-Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
of your king's forrow.

Sit, sir, I will recount it ;
But see, I am prevented.

Enter, from the barge, Lord, MARINA, and a young Lady.


O, here is
The lady that I fent for. Welcome, fair one !
Is't not a goodly presence ?

A gallant lady.
Lyf. She's such, that were I well assur'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 phyfick shall receive such pay
As thy desires can with.

Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided none but I and my companion
Be suffer'd to come near him.

Come, let us leave her, And the gods make her prosperous! [MARINA sings. Lyf:

Mark'd he your musick? Mar. No, nor look'd on us. Lyf.

See, she will speak to him. Mar. Hail, fir! my lord, lend ear:--Per. Hum! ha! Mar.

I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gaz'd on comet-like: the speaks My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd. 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 aukward casualties Bound me in fervitude. I will defift; But there is something glows upon my cheek, And whispers mine ear, Go not till he speak. (Aside.

Per. My fortunes—parentage-good parentageTo equal mine!-- was it not thus ? what fay 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.


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