Mar. If I should tell my history, it would seem Per. For the crown'd Truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee, To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st Mar. 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 I said, and said no more If thine, consider'd, prove the thousandth part Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind virgin? Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me. Mar. My name is Marina. O, I am mock'd, Per. Mar. Patience, good sir, or here I'll cease. Thou little knowest how thou dost startle me, Mar. The name was given me 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, I will end here. 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? Mar. For I was born at sea. Per. Call'd Marina, At sea? who was 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 My daughter buried. [Aside.] Well;-where were you bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 't were 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 murther me and having woo'd A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to do 't, Brought me to Mitylene. But, good sir, whither 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 never would tell her parentage; O come hither, Being demanded that, she would sit still and weep. Mar. First, sir, I pray, what is your title? 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, she is ; 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, Per. I embrace you Give me my robes; am wild in my beholding. O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what music 's this? O'er point by point, for yet he seems to doubt, How sure you are my daughter.-But what music? Per. None? The music of the spheres: list, my Marina. Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way. Lys. Music? My lord, I hear— Per. Most heavenly music : [He sleeps. It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber Lys. A pillow for his head. So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends, If this but answer to my just belief, I'll well remember you. [Exeunt LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and SCENE II.-The same. PERICLES on deck asleep; DIANA appearing to him Dia. My temple stands in Ephesus; hie thee thither, 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, Perform my bidding, or thou liv'st in woe: [DIANA disappears. Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine, I will obey thee!-Helicanus ! Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. 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, Lys. Sir, With all my heart; and when you come ashore, I have another suit. Per. You shall prevail, Were it to woo my daughter; for it seems You have been noble towards her. Lys. Sir, lend me your arm. Per. Come, my Marina. [Exeunt. Enter GowER, before the Temple of DIANA at Ephesus. Gow. Now our sands are almost run; More a little, and then dumb. This, as my last boon, give me, (For such kindness must relieve me,) That you aptly will suppose What pageantry, what feats, what shows, To greet the king. So he has thriv'd, |