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 You may discern the place.

[deck

Per. Where were you bred? And how achiev'd you these endowments, You make more rich to owe?* [which Mar. Should I tell my history, [ing. "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reportPer. Pr'ythee speak; [look'st Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou 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 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?

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 If both were open'd.

Mar. Some such thing indeed

[mine,

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

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, 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 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. 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? No motion ?t-Well; speak on.

you born?

And wherefore call'd Marina ? Mar. Call'd Marina,

For I was born at sea.

Per. At sea? thy mother?

Where were

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.

* Possess.

+ I. e. No puppet dressed up to deceive me.

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 be 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 Tharsus 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,
A crew of pirates came and rescu'd me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good Sir,
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 å 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. 0,
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

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 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, (Not dead at Tharsus, as she should have been, By savage Cleon,) she shall tell thee all; When thou shalt kneel and justify in knowShe is thy very princess.-Who is this? [ledge, who, hearing of your melancholy state, Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,

Did come to see you.

Per. I embrace you, Sir.

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

Hel. My lord, I hear none.
Per. None?

The music 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. Music My lord, I hear

Per. Most heavenly music:

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,
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. [gether, There, when my maiden priests are met toBefore the people all,

Reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife:

SCENE III.-The Temple of DIANA at Ephesus: THAISA standing near the Altar, as high Priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; CERIMON and other Inhabitants of Ephesus attending.

Enter PERICLES, with his Train; LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, MARINA, and a LADY.

Per. Hail Dian! to perform thy just comI here confess myself the king of Tyre; mand, Who, frighted from my country, did wed At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth The fair Thaisa, at Pentapolis. A maid-child call'd Marina; who, O goddess, Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tharsus Was nurs'd with Cleon; whom at fourteen

years

He sought to murder: but her better stars Brought her to Mitylene; against whose shore Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard

[she

[DIANA disappears. Per. Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,t I will obey thee!-Helicanus!

Enter LYSIMACHUS, HELICANUS, and MARINA. Hel. Sir.

Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to The inhospitable Cleon; but I am For other service first: toward Ephesus [strike Turn our blown‡ sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee why.Shall we refresh us, Sir, upon your shore, [To HELICANUS. And give you gold for such provision

As our intents will need?

Made known herself my daughter.
Thai. Voice and favour!-

You are you are-O royal Pericles!

[She faints.

Per. What means the woman? she dies! help, gentlemen!

Cer. Noble Sir,

If you have told Diana's altar true,
This is your wife.

Per. Reverend appearer, no;

I threw her o'erboard with these very arms.
Cer. Upon this coast, I warrant you.
Per. 'Tis most certain.

Cer. Look to the lady ;-O, she's but o'erjoy'd.

Early, one blust'ring morn, this lady was Thrown on this shore. I op'd the coffin, and

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 your arm.

Per. Come, my Marina.

[Exeunt.

This, as my last boon, give me,

(For such kindness must relieve me,)
That you aptly will suppose

What pageantry, what feats, what shows,
What minstrelsy, and pretty din,
The regent made in Mitylin,

To greet the king. So he has thriv'd,
That he is promis'd to be wiv'd
To fair Marina; but in no wise,
Till hell had done his sacrifice,

As Dian bade: whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.

Repeat a lively narrative of your adventures. 1. e. Regent of the silver moon. + Swollen. Soon. II. e. Pericles. Confound here signifies to consume.

plac'd her

[pest,

I. e. Her white robe of innocence.

+ Sensual passion.

Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty;
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare;
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty,
honour:

As much as child e'er lov'd, or father found.
A love that makes breath poor, and speech
unable;

Beyond all manner of so much I love you. Cor. What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be silent. [Aside. Leur. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,

With shadowy forests and with champains* rich'd,

issue

With plenteous rivers and wide-skirted meads, We make thee lady: To thine and Albany's [daughter, Be this perpetual.-What says our second Our dearest Regan, wife to Cornwall? Speak. Reg. I am made of that self metal as my sister,

And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
I find, she names my very deed of love;
Only she comes too short,-that I profess
Myself an enemy to all other joys, [sesses;
Which the most precious squaret of sense pos-
And find, I am alone felicitate
In your dear highness' love.

[Aside.

Cor. Then poor Cordelia ! And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's More richer than my tongue.

Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever, Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom; No less in space, validity, and pleasure, Than that coufirm'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy, Although the last, not least; to whose young love

The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy, Strive to be interess'd: what can you say, to draw

A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. Cor. Nothing, my lord.

Lear. Nothing?

Cor. Nothing.

Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak

again.

Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more, nor less. Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech a little,

Lest it may mar your fortunes.

Cor. Good my lord,

You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me: I
Return those duties back as are right fit,
Obey you, love you, and most honour you.
Why have my sisters husbands, if they say,
They love you, all? Haply, when I shall wed,
That lord, whose hand must take my plight,

shall carry

Half my love with him, half my care, and duty:
Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,
To love my father all.

Lear. But goes this with thy heart?

Cor. Ay, good my lord.

Lear. So young, and so untender?

Cor. So young, my lord, and true.

Lear. Let it be so.-Thy truth then be thy

dower:

For, by the sacred radiance of the sun; The mysteries of Hecate, and the night; By all the operations of the orbs,

From whom we do exist, and cease to be; Here I disclaim all my paternal care,

Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee, from this,t for ever. The barba-
rous Scythian,

Or he that makes his generation‡ messes
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
As thou my sometime daughter.
Kent. Good my liege,-
Lear. Peace, Kent!

Come not between the dragon and his wrath:
I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest
On her kind nursery.-Hence, and avoid my
sight!-
[TO CORDELIA.
So be my grave my peace, as here I give
Her father's heart from her!-Call France;-
Who stirs ?

Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade

The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly, When Lear is mad. What wouldst thou do, Think'st thou, that duty shall have dread to old man? [speak, When power to flattery bows? To plainness When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy honour's bound, [doom; And, in thy best consideration, check This hideous rashness: answer my life, my judgement,

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sound Reverbs no hollowness.

Lear. Kent, on thy life, no more.

Kent. My life I never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it,

Thy safety being the motive.
Lear. Out of my sight!

Kent. See better, Lear; and let me still reThe true blank** of thine eye.

Lear. Now, by Apollo,

Kent. Now, by Apollo, king,

Thou swear'st thy gods in vain.
Lear. O, vassal! miscreant!

[main

[Laying his Hand on his Swora.

Alb. Corn. Dear Sir, forbear.
Kent. Do;

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift;
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,
I'll tell thee, thou dost evil.

* Kindred. +From this time.
Titles.
AH other subjects.
**The mark to shoot at.

↑ His children. Reverberates.