Lys. Hel. But see, I am prevented. Sit, sir, I will recount it; Enter, from the Barge, Lord, MARINA, and a young Lys. Lady. O, here is The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one! Hel. A gallant lady. Can draw him but to answer thee in aught, Mar. Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided none but I and my companion Be suffer'd to come near him. Lys. Come, let us leave her, And the gods make her prosperous! Lys. Mar. No, nor look'd on us. Lys. [Marina sings. Mark'd he your music? See, she will speak to him. Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:- Mar. I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks My derivation was from ancestors And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak. [Aside. Per. I do think so. I pray you turn your eyes again upon me.— You are like something that-What countrywoman? Here of these shores? Mar. No, nor of any shores: Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping. As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like, And cas'd as richly: in pace another Juno; Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes them hungry, Per. Where were you bred? Should I tell my history, 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 seem impossible; for thou look'st (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 mine, If both were open'd. Mar. Some such thing indeed I said, and said no more but what my thoughts Per. How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind vir gin? Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me. Mar. My name, sir, is Marina. Per. And thou by some incensed god sent hither To make the world laugh at me. Mar. Or here I'll cease. Per. O, I am mock'd, Patience, good sir, 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. And call'd Marina? Per. Mar. How! a king's daughter? You said 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; speak on. Where were you born? And wherefore call'd Marina? E Per. Call'd Marina, At sea? Thy mother? Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Per. O, stop there a little! This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be. [bred? My daughter's buried. [Aside] Well:-where were you 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 Per. I will believe you by the syllable [o'er. 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 You think me an imposter; 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. Lys. I know not; but She would never tell Her parentage; being demanded that, She would sit still and weep. Per. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir; [be, Give me a gash, put me to present pain; Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, And drown me with their sweetness. O, 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 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. thou art my Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise; When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge, Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene, child. Per. O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt, Per. None? The music of the spheres: list, my Marina. |