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She, questionless, with her sweet harmony,
[He whispers one of the attendant Lords, who
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.
Lys. 0, sir, a courtesy,
Which, if we should deny, the most just God
Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you ; —-
The Lord returns with Mabhsta, and a young Lady.
Lys, O, here is
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
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
Mar. Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
That none but I and my companion maid
Lys. Come, let us leave her,
And the gods make her prosperous!
[lys., Hel., and Lords retire.
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!
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.
Per. I do think so. Pray you, turn your eyes upon me. -— You are like something that—-What countrywoman? Here of these shores?
Mar. No, nor of any shores;
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver
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
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
(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
Per. Tell thy story;
If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part
Mar. My name is Marina.
Per. O, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
Mar. Patience, good sir.
Or here I'll cease.
Per. Nay, I'll be patient.
Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
Mar. The name
Was given me by one that had some power, -—
Per. How! a king's daughter?
And call'd Marina?
Mar. You said you would believe me;
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
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 r
Mar. Call'd Marina,
For I was born at sea.
Per. At sea! what mother?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Who died the minute I was born, As my good nurse Lyehorida hath oft Deliver'd weeping.
Per. O, stop there a little.
[Aside.~\ This is the rarest dream that e'er dull'd sleep
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 lea\e 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;
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