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The leafy shelter that abuts against
The island's side. [whispers a Lord, who goes off in the

barge of LYSIMACHUS. HEL. Sure, all's 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
Which if we should deny, the most just Gods
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.

Sit, Sir; I will recount it to you: But, see, I am prevented.



Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, 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 ?

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 ’ld 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.

Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery,
That none but I and my companion maid

Be suffer'd to come near him.

Come, let us leave her; And the Gods make her prosperous! [MARINA sings.

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ACT V Lys. Mark'd he


music? Sc. I MAR.

No, nor look'd on us.
Lys. See, she will speak to him.
Mar. Hail, Sir! my Lord, lend ear.
PER. Hum, ha!

[pushes MARINA away. 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 your's, if both were justly weigh’d.
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 l-was it not thus ? what say you ?
Mar. I said, my Lord, if you did know my parentage, 100

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?

No, nor of any shores :
Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
No other than I

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

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.

Where were you bred ?


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And how achiev'd you these endowments which

You make more rich to owe?
Mar. If I should tell my history, it would seem

Like lies disdain'd in the reporting.

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?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back
(Which was when I perceiv'd thee) that thou cam'st

From good descending?

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.

Some such thing
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts

Did warrant me was likely.

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
Extremity out of act. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind

Recount, I do beseech thee: come, sit by me.
Mar. My name is Marina.

O, I am mock’d,
And thou by some incensed God sent hither

To make the world to laugh at me.

Patience, good Sir,
Or here I 'll cease.

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




The name
Sc. I Was given me by one that had some power-

My father, and a King.

How! a King's daughter ? 150
And call’d Marina?

You said you would believe me;
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,

I will end here.

But are you flesh and blood ?
Have you a working pulse ? and are no fairy
Motion ?1 Well; speak on. Where were you born?

And wherefore call’d Marina ?

Call'd Marina
For I was born at sea.

At seal 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.

O, stop there a little !
[aside.] This is the rarest dream that e'er dull Sleep
Did mock sad fools withal : this cannot be :
My daughter's buried- 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

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

Mar. The King my father did in Tarsus leave me;

Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do't,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But, good Sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It


may be,

You think me an impostor: no, good faith;

1 i.e. delusive puppet.

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I am the daughter to King Pericles,

If good King Pericles be.
PER. Ho, Helicanus !
HEL. Calls my 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?

I know not; but
Here is the Regent, Sir, of Mitylene
Speaks nobly of her.

She would never tell
Her parentage; being demanded that,

She would sit still and weep.
PER. O Helicanus, 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 the shores of my mortality,
And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither,
Thou that begett'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus,
And found at sea again! O Helicanus,
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.

First, Sir, I pray, What is


title? PER. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now My drown'd Queen's name (as in the rest you

said Thou hast been Godlike perfect) thou art the heir of

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;



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