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But the main grief of all springs from the loss
Lys. May we not see him, then?
You may indeed, sir, But bootless is your sight; he will not speak
Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.
Hel. Behold him, sir: [Pericles discovered.] this was a goodly person,
Till the disaster, that, one mortal* night,
Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you !
Hail, royal sir!
Hel. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.
1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst
Would win some words of him.
Lys. "Tis well bethought. - She, questionless, with her sweet harmony And other choice attractions, would allure, And make a battery through his deafen'd partst, Which now are mid way stopp'd;
She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow maidens, now within
[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 kind
We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you fur ther,
That for our gold we may provision have,
O, sir, a courtesy,
ti. e. Ears.
Which if we should deny, the most just God
Sit, sir, I will recount it ;—
Enter, from the barge, Lord, Marina, and a young Lady.
O, here is
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
A gallant lady.
Hel. Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she came Of gentle kiud, 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,
Sir, I will use
Come, let us leave her, And the gods make her prosperous! [Marina sings. Mark'd he your musick?
See, she will speak to him.
I am a maid,
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
[Aside. Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentageTo equal mine;-was it not thus? what say you? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my parent.
You would not do me violence.
I do think so.
I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.-
Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weep. ing.
My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square brows;
Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
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.
Where were you bred?' And how achiev'd you these endowments, which You make more rich to owe*?
Should I tell my history, 'Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Per. Pr'ythee speak;
Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st
To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st
So indeed I did.
Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury,
And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal
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 thiue 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 virgin?
Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.
Or here I'll cease.
Patience, good sir,
Nay, I'll be patient:
Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
The name Marina,
To call thyself Marina.
Was given me by one that had some power;
My father, and a king.
And call'd Marina?
How! a king's daughter?
Mar. You said you would believe me; But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here.
Per. But are you flesh and blood? Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? No motion?-Well; speak on. Where were you
And wherefore call'd Marina?
For I was born at sea.
At sea? Thy mother?
O, stop there a little!
I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I did give o'er.
Per. I will believe you by the syllable
Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:How came you in these parts? where were you bred? Mur. 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
*i. e. No puppet dress'd up to deceive me,