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.

Lys.

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.

HEL.

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Sit, Sir; I will recount it to you:

But, see, I am prevented.

Lys.

Re-enter, from the barge, Lord, with MARINA and a young Lady.

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'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.

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Come, let us leave her;

And the Gods make her prosperous! [MARINA sings.

ACT V
Sc. I

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-

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To equal mine!—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?

MAR.

No, nor of any shores:

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

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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, it would seem
Like lies disdain'd in the reporting.

PER.

Pr'ythee, speak:

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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?

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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.

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

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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: come, sit by me.
MAR. My name is Marina.

ACT V

Sc. I

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 Sleep Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be :

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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

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 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,

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Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It may be,

You think me an impostor: no, good faith;

1 i.c. delusive puppet.

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?
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 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.

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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.

MAR.

What is your title?

First, Sir, I pray,

PER. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now

My drown'd Queen's name (as in the rest you said

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Thou hast been Godlike perfect) thou art the heir of kingdoms,

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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