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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.
"Tis well bethought.
- She, questionless, with her sweet harmony
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 side.
[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,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.
O, sir, a courtesy,
ti. e. Ears.
Which if we should deny, the most just God
But see, I am prevented.
Sit, sir, I will recount it;—
Enter, from the barge, Lord, Marina, and a
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
A gallant lady.
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.
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided none but I and my companion
And the gods make her prosperous! [Marina sings.
Come, let us leave her,
Mark'd he your musick?
See, she will speak to him.
Mar. No, nor look'd on us,
Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:-
My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
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.
pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.You are like something that-What country woman? Here of these shores?
No, nor of any shores:
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
No other than I appear.
Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weep.
My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square
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
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
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
For the crown'd truth to dweil ia: I'll believe thee,
To poiuts 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
Tell thy story;
If thiue consider'd prove the thousandth part
Have suffer'd like a girl: yet thou dost look
Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling
Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.
O, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.
Or here I'll cease.
Patience, good sir,
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.
And call'd Marina?
How! a king's daughter?
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
I will end here.
You said you would believe me;
But are you flesh and blood?
Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Who died the very minute I was boru,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
O, stop there a little!
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
My daughter's buried. [4side.] Well:-where were you bred?
I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.
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:-
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
i. e. No puppet dress'd up to deceive me.