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That for our gold we may provision have,
O, sir, a courtesy,
Sit, sir, I will recount it;
O, here is
A gallant lady.
Sir, I will use
Come, let us leave her,
And the gods make her prosperous ! [MARIN A sings. Lys.
Mark'd he your musick? Mar. No, nor look'd on us. Lys.
See, she will speak to him, Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear : Per. Hum! ha! Mar.
I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks My lord, that, may be, hath endur'd a grief Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh’d. Though wayward fortune did malign my state, My derivation was from ancestors Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: But time hath rooted out my parentage, And to the world and aukward casualties Bound me in servitude.--I will desist; But there is scmething glows upon my cheek, And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak. [Aside.
Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentageTo equal mine !—was it not thus ? what say you? Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my pa
rentage, You would not do me violence. Per.
I do think so.
No, nor of any shores:
Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping.
My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one My daughter might have been: my queen's square
brows; Her stature to an inch ; as wand-like straight; 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, The more she gives them speech.-Where do you live!
Mar. Where I am but a stranger: from the deck You may discern the place. Per.
bred? And how achiev'd you these endowments, which You make more rich to owe ?4 Mar.
Should I tell my history, 'Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting.
Per. Prythee speak; Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look’st 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 mine, If both were open'd.
Some such thing indeed
Tell thy story ;
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 vir
Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.
O, I am mock'a,
Patience, good sir,
Nay, I'll be patient;
The name Marina,
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?S_Well; speak on.
Where were you
At sea ? thy mother?
O, stop there a little !
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
Si. e. No puppet dress'd up to deceive me.