Mar. 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 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 Per. Tell thy story; If thine consider'd prove the thousandth part Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling 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. Or here I'll cease. Per. Patience, good sir, Nay, I'll be patient: Thou little know'st how thou 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. And call'd Marina? Mar. How! a king's daughter? You said you would believe me; But are you flesh and blood? But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. Per. Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? born? And wherefore call'd Marina? Mar. For I was born at sea. Per. Where were you Call'd Marina, At sea? Thy mother? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Who died the very minute I was born, 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, 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. 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 Per. Ho, Helicanus ! Hel. Pericles, Calls my gracious lord? Per. Thou art a grave and noble counsellor, 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, Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, O'erbear the 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 Tharsus, And found at sea again! O Helicanus, Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud What was thy mother's name? tell me but that, Mar. What is your title? First, sir, I pray, 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 kingdoms, And another life to Pericles thy father. To Mar. Is it no more to be your daughter, than 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, Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene, Per. I embrace you, sir. Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding. O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt, 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 So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends, I'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 thither, And do upon mine altar sacrifice. There, when my maiden priests are met together, Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife: Awake, and tell thy dream. [Diana disappears. Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentinet, I will obey thee!-Helicanus ! Enter Lysimachus, Helicanus, and Marina. Hcl. Sir. Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike The inhospitable Cleon; but I am For other service first: toward Ephesus Turn our blown‡ sails; eftsoons 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. i. e. Regent of the silver moon. Swollen. » Soon. |