Tyr. Sail.
Where's the lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene.
O here he is.—
Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene.
And in it is Lysimachus the governor,
Who craves to come aboard. What is your will?

Hel.
That he have his. Call up some gentlemen.

Tyr. Sail.
Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls. Enter Two Gentlemen.

1 Gent.
Doth your lordship call?

Hel.
Gentlemen,
There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray you,
To greet them fairly^{1 note}. [The Gentlemen and the Two Sailors descend, and go on board the Barge.

Enter, from thence, Lysimachus and Lords; the Tyrian Gentlemen, and the Two Sailors.

Tyr. Sail.
Sir,
This is the man that can, in aught you would,
Resolve you.

Lys.
Hail, reverend sir! The gods preserve you!

Hel.
And you, sir, to out-live the age I am,
And die as I would do.

Lys.
You wish me well.
Being on shore, honouring of Neptune's triumphs,
Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us,
I made to it, to know of whence you are.

Hel.
First, sir, what is your place?

Lys.
I am governor of this place you lie before.

Hel.
Sir,
Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;
A man, who for this three months hath not spoken
To any one, nor taken sustenance,
But to prorogue his grief^{2 note}

Lys.
Upon what ground is his distemperature?

Hel.
Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat^{3 note};
But the main grief of all springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife.

Lys.
May we not see him, then?

Hel.
You may indeed, sir,
But bootless is your sight; he will not speak
To any.

Lys.
Yet, let me obtain my wish.

Hel.
Behold him, sir: [Pericles discovered^{4 note}

Lys.
Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Hail,
Hail, royal sir!

Hel.
It is in vain; he will not speak to you.

1 Lord.
Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene^{6 note}, I durst wager,
Would win some words of him.

Lys.
'Tis well bethought.
She, questionless, with her sweet harmony
And other choice attractions, would allure,

And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
Which now are midway stopp'd^{7 note}

Hel.
Sure, all's effectless; yet nothing we'll omit
That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness

We have stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further,
That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

Lys.
O, sir, a courtesy,
Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province^{1 note}.—Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

Hel.
Sit, sir^{2 note}, I will recount it;—
But see, I am prevented. Enter, from the Barge, Lord, Marina, and a young Lady.

Lys.
O, here is
The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
Is't not a goodly presence^{3 note}

Hel.
A gallant lady.

Lys.
She's such, that were I well assur'd she came
Of gentle kind, and noble stock, I'd wish
No better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty
Expect even here, where is a kingly patient^{4 note}

Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physick shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

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! [Marina sings^{6 note}

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 like a comet^{7 note}

Per.
My fortunes—parentage—good parentage—
To equal mine!—was it not thus? what say you?

Mar.
I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,
You would not do me violence^{1 note}.

Per.
I do think so.
I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.—

You are like something that—What country-woman?
Here of these shores^{2 note}

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^{3 note}




.
My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one
My daughter might have been^{4 note}

Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight;
As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like,
And cas'd as richly^{5 note}

Mar.
Where I am but a stranger: from the deck
You may discern the place.

Per.
Where were you bred?
And how achiev'd you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe^{8 note}

Mar.
Should I tell my history,
'Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting.

Per.
Pry'thee 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^{9 note}

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^{2 note}
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^{3 note}


: yet thou dost look
Like Patience, gazing on kings' graves^{4 note}

Mar.
My name, sir, is Marina.

Per.
O, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.

Mar.
Patience, good sir,
Or here I'll cease.

Per.
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.

Per.
How! a king's daughter?
And call'd Marina?

Mar.
You said you would believe me;
But, not to be a troubler of your peace^{7 note}

Per.
But are you flesh and blood?
Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
No motion^{8 note}

Mar.
Call'd Marina,
For I was born at sea.

Per.
At sea? thy mother?

Mar.
My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who died the very minute I was born^{9 note}

Per.
O, stop there a little!
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep^{1 note}
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^{2 note}

Per.
I will believe you by the syllable^{3 note}

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^{4 note}

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^{5 note}



. 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
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^{6 note}.

Mar.
First, sir, I pray,
What is your title?

Per.
I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
My drowned queen's name, (as in the rest you said
Thou hast been godlike perfect,) the heir of kingdoms,
And a mother like to Pericles thy father^{7 note}

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^{8 note}



.

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^{9 note}:
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?—
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him^{1 note}



O'er, point by point^{2 note}



, for yet he seems to doubt^{3 note},
How sure you are my daughter.—But what musick?

Hel.
My lord, I hear none.

Per.
None?
The musick of the spheres: list, my Marina.

Lys.
It is not good to cross him; give him way.

Per.
Rarest sounds!
Do ye not hear.

Lys.
Musick? My lord, I hear—

Per.
Most heavenly musick:
It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
Hangs on mine eye-lids; let me rest^{4 note}

Lys.
A pillow for his head; [The Curtain before the Pavilion of Pericles is closed.
So leave him all.—Well, my companion-friends,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you^{5 note}

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