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 is all happy as the fair'st of all,

And, with her fellow maids, is now upon
The leafy shelter that abuts against

The island's side.

[He whispers one of the attendant Lords, who leaves the ship.

Hel. Sure, all 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,

That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,

But weary for the staleness.

O, sir, a courtesy,

Lys.
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 to you
But see, I am prevented.

The Lord returns with MARINA, and a young Lady.

Lys.

O, here is

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!

Is 't not a goodly presence

Hel.

She's a gallant lady.

Lys. She's such a one, that, were I well assur'd Came of a 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 and artificial feat

Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay

As thy desires can wish.

Mar.

Sir, I will use

My utmost skill in his recovery,
Provided

That none but I and my companion maid

Be suffer'd to come near him.

Lys. See, she will speak to him.

Mar. Hail, sir! 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 like a comet: she speaks, My lord, that may be, hath endur'd a grief

Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.

[PERICLES pushes her away. 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. [Aside.] I will desist; But there is something glows upon my cheek, And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak.' 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.

Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am

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 square

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. If I should 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

Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace

For the crown'd Truth to dwell in. I will 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?
Did'st thou not say, when I did push thee back,

(Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou cam'st From good descending?

Mar.

So indeed I did.

Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st Thou had'st been toss'd from wrong to injury,

And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine,

If both were open'd.

Mar.

Some such thing

I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely.

Tell thy story;

Per.
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

virgin?

Recount, I do beseech thee.
Mar. My name is Marina.

Per.

Come, sit by me.

O, I am mock'd,

And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world to laugh at me.

Was given me by one that had some power,

My father, and a king.

Per.

And call'd Marina?

Mar.

How! a king's daughter?

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? Motion-Well; speak on. Where were you born,

And wherefore call'd Marina ?

Mar.

For I was born at sea.

Per.

Call'd Marina,

At sea! what mother?

Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Who died the minute I was born,

As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft

Deliver'd weeping.

Per.

O, stop there a little.

[Aside.] This is the rarest dream that e'er dull'd sleep Did mock sad fools withal; this cannot be:

My daughter's buri'd. - Well: - where were you

bred?

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.

Mar. You scorn: 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?
Mar. The King, my father, did in Tharsus leave

me,

Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,

Did seek to murther me; and having woo'd

A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do 't,

A crew of pirates came and rescu'd me;

Brought me to Mitylene. But, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep ?
may be

You think me an impostor: no, good faith;