L You are like something that-What countrywoman? 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 fuch a one My daughter might have been: my queen's fquare brows; Her ftature to an inch; as wand-like straight; As filver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like, And cas'd as richly in pace another Juno; : Who ftarves the ears the feeds, and makes them hungry, Per. Where were you bred? And how achiev'd you these endowments, which You make more rich to owe? Mar. Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look`st For the crown'd truth to dwell in: I'll believe thee, To points that feem impoffible; for thou look'st Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou faidst Thou hadst been tofs'd from wrong to injury, And And that thou thought'ft thy griefs might equal mine, If both were open'd. Mar. Some fuch thing indeed I faid, and faid no more but what my thoughts Did warrant me was likely. Tell thy ftory; Per. If thine confider'd prove the thousandth part Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I Have fuffer'd like a girl: yet thou doft look Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves, and smiling Extremity out of act. What were thy friends? How loft thou them? Thy name, my moft kind virgin? Recount, I do befeech thee; come, fit by me. Mar. My name, fir, is Marina. Per. O, I am mock'd, And thou by fome incenfed god fen: hither Mar. Or here I'll cease. Per. Patience, good fir, Nay, I'll be patient; Thou little know'ft how thou doft startle me, To call thy felf 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 faid you would believe me; But are you flesh and blood? But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. Per. Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? No motion?-Well; fpeak on. Where were you born? And wherefore call'd Marina? Mar. Mar. Call'd Marina, For 1 was born at sea. Per. At fea? thy mother? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft Per. O, ftop there a little! This is the rareft dream that e'er dull fleep Did mock fad fools withal: this cannot be. My daughter's buried. [Afide.] Well-where were you bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, And never interrupt you. Mar. You'll fcarce believe me; 'twere beft I did give o'er. Per. I will believe you by the fyllable Of what you fhall deliver. Yet, give me leave :- Did feek to murder me: and having woo'd A crew of pirates came and rescued me; Brought me to Mitylene. But, now, good fir, be, You think me an impoftor; 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, Moft wife in general: Tell me, if thou canst, What this maid is, or what is like to be, Hel. I know not; but Here is the regent, fir, of Mitylene, Speaks nobly of her. Lyf. She would never tell Her parentage; being demanded that, She would fit ftill and weep. Per. O Helicanus, ftrike me, honour'd fir; O'erbear the fhores of my mortality, And drown me with their fweetnefs. O, come hither, Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget; Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharfus, And found at fea 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, Though doubts did ever sleep. Mar. What is your title? First, fir, pray, Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now (As in the reft 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 fay, my mother's name was Thaifa? Thaifa was my mother, who did end, The minute I began. Per. Now, bleffing on thee, rife; thou art my child. Give me fresh garments. Mine own, Helicanus, (Not dead at Tharfus, as she should have been, By By favage Cleon,) fhe shall tell thee all; When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge, I embrace you, fir. Per. O'er, point by point, for yet he feerns to doubt, Per. None? The mufick of the fpheres: lift, my Marina. Lyf. Mufick? My lord, I hear Per. Moft heavenly mufick: It nips me unto lift'ning, and thick flumber Hangs on mine eye-lids; let me reít. Lyf. A pillow for his head; [He fleeps. [The Curtain before the Pavilion of PERICLES is clofed. 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. |