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Mar.

Should I tell my history, 'Twouid 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'll believe thee, And make my senses credit thy relation, To poiuts that seem impossible ; for thou look'st Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends? Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back, (Which was when I perceiv'd thee), that thou cam'st From good descendiug? . Mar.

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

mine,
If both were open'd.
Mar.

Some such thing indeed
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely.
Per.

Tell thy story;
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
Extreinity out of act. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind vir.

gin?
Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me.

Mar. My name, sir, is Marina. .
Per.

O, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.
Mar.

Patience, good sir,
Or here I'll cease.
Per.

Nay, I'll be patient:
Thou little know'st how thon dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina.
Mar.

The name Marina,

Was given me by one that had some power ;
My father, and a king.
Per.

How! a king's daughter?
And callid Marina?
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 ? IIave you a working pulse? and are no fairy? No motion* ?-Well; speak on. Where were you

born ?
And wherefore call'd Marina?
Mar.

Call'd Marina,
For I was born at sea.
Per.

At sea? Thy mother?
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who died the very minute I was boru,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Deliver'd weeping.
Per.

O, stop there a little!
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep
Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be.
My daughter's buried. [Aside.] 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:How came you in these parts? where were you bred?

Mur. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leaveme; Till cruei Cleon, with his wicked wife, Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd A villain to attempt it, who having drawn, A crew of pirates came and rescued me; Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir,

• i. e. No puppet dress’d up to deceive me.

Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It

may be,
You think me an impostor; no, good faith ;
I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be.

Per, Ho, Helicanus !
Hel.

Calls my gracious lord?
Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor,
Most wise in general : Tell me, if thou canst,
What this maid is, or what is like to be,
That thus hath made me weep?
Hel.

I know not; but
Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene,
Speaks nobly of her.
Lys.

She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,
She would sit still and weep.

Per. O Helicadus, strike me, honour'd sir;
Give me a gash, put me to present pain;
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O’erbear tlie shores of my mortality,
And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Thassus,
And found at sea again! O Helicavus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud
As thunder threatens us : This is Marina.-
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.
Mar.

· First, sir, I pray, What is your title?

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre : but tell me now (As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect), My drown'd queen's name, thou art the heir of king

doms, And another life to Pericles thy father.

Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than To say, my mother's name was Thaisa ?

Thaisa was my mother, who did end,
The minute I began.
Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; thou art my

child. Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, (Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been, By savage Cleon,) she shall tell thee all; When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowledge, She is thy very princess.-Who is this?

Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.
Per.

I embrace you, sir.
Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding.
o heavens bless my girl! But hark, what musick!
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
How sure you are my daughter:-But what musick?

Hel. My lord, I hear none.

Per. None?
The musick of the spheres : list, my Marina.

Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way.

Per. Rarest sounds!
Do 'ye not hear?
Lys.

Musick? My lord, I hear-
Per. Most heavenly musick:
It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
Hangs on mine eye-lids; let me rest. [He sleeps.
Lys. A pillow for his head;
[The curtain before the pavilion of Pericles

' is closed. So leave him all. Well, my companion.friends, If this but answer to my just belief, l'll well remember you.

(Exeunt Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina,

and attendant Lady.

SCENE II.

The same.

Pericles on the deck asleep; Diana appearing to

him as in a vision.

Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus ; hie thee thi.

ther, And do upon mine altar sacrifice. There, when my maiden priests are met together, Before the people all, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife: To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call, And give them repetition to the life. Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe: Do't, and be happy, by my silver bow. Awake, and tell thy dream. (Diana disappears.

Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentinet, I will obey thee!-Helicanus !

Enter Lysimachus, Helicanus, and Marina. Ho.

Sir. Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike The inhospitable Cleon ; but I am For other service first: toward Ephesus Turn our blownt sails; eftsoonss I'll tell thee why.

[To Helicanus. Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore, And give you gold for such provision As our intents will need? Lys. With all my heart, sir; and when you come

ashore, I have another suit.

• Repeat a lively narrative of your adventures. ti.e. Regent of the silver moon, * Swollen,

Soon.

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