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

Did warrant me was likely.

Tell thy story;

Per.
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,

Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.

Per.

sit by me.

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 patience;

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, 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 12?-Well; speak on.

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,

And never interrupt you.

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: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 rescued 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 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.

hither,

O, come

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.

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.

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 knowledge,
She is thy very princess.-Who is this?

Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,

Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.

Per.

I embrace you,

sir.

Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding.
O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what musick?-