If that thy prosperous-artificial feat Can draw him but to answer thee in aught, Mar. Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, See, she will speak to him. Mar. No, nor look'd on us. Lys. Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:- My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks, Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: Per. My fortunes-parentage-good parentage- You would not do me violence. and aukward casualties-] Aukward is adverse. VOL. IX. Ал Per. I I do think so. 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: Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliver weep ing. 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; 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. And how achiev'd you these endowments, which Where were you bred? Should I tell my history, You make more rich to owe?3 Mar. "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Per. Pr'ythee speak; Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st You make more rich to owe?] To owe in ancient language is to possess. The meaning of the compliment is:-These endowments, however valuable in themselves, are heighten'd by being in your possession. They acquire additional grace from their STEEVENS. owner. For the crown'd truth to dwell in:] It is observable that our poet, when he means to represent any quality of the mind as emi And make my senses credit thy relation, To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st Mar. 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 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? 5 Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me. Per. And thou by some incensed god sent hither To make he world laugh at me. Mar. Or here I'll cease. Per. O, I am mock'd, Patience, good sir, Nay, I'll be patient; nently perfect, furnishes the imaginary being whom he personifies, with a crown. and smiling Extremity out of act.] By her beauty and patient meekness disarming Calamity, and preventing her from using her up-lifted sword. 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; 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 ? 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 I'll hear you more, to the bottom of And never interrupt you. your story, 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? No motion?] i. e. no puppet dress'd up to deceive me. 7 I will believe you by the syllable, &c.] i. e. I will believe every word you say. Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave me; Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, may be, You think me an impostor; no, good faith 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, 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. O, come hither, Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget; Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus, Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud |