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

Lys.
Hail, reverend ^note sir! the gods preserve you!

Hel.
And you, sir, ^note to outlive the age I am,
And die as I would do. ^note

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. ^note

Hel.
First, ^note what is your place?

Lys.
I am the ^note governor
Of this place you lie before. ^note

Hel.
Sir,
Our vessel is ^note 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 ^note his grief. ^note

Lys.
Upon what ground is his ^note distemperature ^note?

Hel.
'Twould ^note be too ^note tedious to repeat;
But the main grief ^note springs from the loss
Of a beloved daughter and a wife. ^note

Lys.
May we not see him? ^note

Hel.
You may ^note;
But bootless is ^note your sight; he will ^note not speak
To any.

Lys. ^note
Yet let ^note me obtain my wish. ^note

Hel.
Behold him. ^note [Pericles discovered ^note] This was a goodly person,
Till the disaster that, one mortal night ^{note note},

Drove him to this. ^note

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

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

First Lord. ^note
Sir,
We have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager,
Would win some words of him ^note. ^note

Lys.
'Tis well bethought.
She, questionless, with her sweet harmony
And other chosen ^note attractions, would allure,
And make a battery through his deafen'd ^note parts ^note,
Which now are midway stopp'd:
She is all happy as the fairest of all ^note,
And with her ^note fellow maids is ^note now upon ^{note note}
The leafy ^note shelter ^note that ^note abuts against
The island's ^note side. [Whispers a Lord, who goes off in the barge of Lysimachus. ^note

Hel.
Sure, all's ^note effectless; yet nothing we'll omit
That bears recovery's name. But, since your kindness
We have stretch'd thus ^note far, let us beseech you ^{note note}

That for our gold we may provision have ^note,
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 gods ^note
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict ^note our province. Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow. ^note

Hel.
Sit, sir, I will recount it to you ^note.
But, see, I am prevented. ^note Re-enter ^note, from the barge, Lord, with Marina, and a young Lady.

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

Hel.
She's a ^note gallant lady.

Lys.
She's such a one, that, were I well assured
Came ^note of a gentle kind and noble stock,
I'ld ^note wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed ^note. ^note
Fair one, all ^note goodness that consists in bounty ^note

Expect even here, where is a kingly patient:
If that thy prosperous ^note and artificial ^note feat ^{note note}
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.

Mar.
Sir, I will use
My ^note utmost ^note skill in his recovery ^note, provided ^note
That none but I and my companion maid ^{note note}
Be suffer'd ^note to come near him. ^note

Lys.
Come, let us leave her;
And the gods make her prosperous! ^note [Marina sings. ^note

Lys.
Mark'd ^note he your music? ^note

Mar. ^note
No, nor ^note look'd on us.

Lys.
See, she will speak to him.

Mar.
Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear. ^note

Per.
Hum, ha!

Mar.
I am a maid,
My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gazed on like a comet ^note: she speaks
My lord, that, may be, hath endured a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd ^note.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors

Who stood equivalent ^note with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward ^note casualties
Bound me in servitude. [Aside ^note] I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in ^note mine ear ‘Go not till he speak.’ ^note

Per.
My fortunes—parentage—good parentage—
To ^note 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. ^note

Per.
I do ^note think so. Pray you, turn your eyes upon ^note me.
You are ^note like something that—What countrywoman?
Here of these shores ^note? ^{note 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.
My dearest wife was ^note 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-voiced; her eyes as jewel-like
And cased ^note 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 ^note
You may discern the place.

Per.
Where were you bred?
And how achieved you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?

Mar.
If I should ^note tell my history, it would seem ^note
Like lies disdain'd in the reporting.

Per.
Prithee, speak:
Falseness cannot come from thee; for thou look'st ^note
Modest as Justice, and thou seem'st a palace ^note
For the crown'd ^note Truth to dwell in: I will ^note believe thee,
And make my ^note senses credit thy relation
To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st ^note
Like one I loved indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say ^note, when I did push thee back—
Which was when ^note I perceived thee—that ^note thou camest
From good descending? ^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 ^note thy griefs might equal mine,
If both were open'd ^note. ^note

Mar.
Some such thing ^note

I said, and said ^note no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely. ^note

Per.
Tell thy story;
If thine consider'd ^note prove the thousandth ^note part
Of my endurance, thou art a man, and I
Have suffer'd ^note 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 ^note name, my most kind virgin?
Recount, I do beseech thee: come, sit by me.

Mar.
My name ^note is Marina.

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

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

Per.
Nay, I'll be patient.
Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina.

Mar.
The name ^note
Was given me ^note by one that had some power,
My father, and a king.

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

Mar.
You said ^note you would believe me;

But, not to be a troubler ^note of your peace,
I will end here. ^note

Per.
But are you flesh and blood?
Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
Motion! Well; speak ^note on. Where were you born?
And wherefore call'd Marina?

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

Per.
At sea! what ^note mother?

Mar.
My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who ^note died the minute ^note I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida ^note hath oft
Deliver'd ^note weeping. ^note

Per.
O, stop there a little! [Aside ^note]
This is the rarest dream that e'er dull ^note sleep
Did mock sad fools withal ^note: ^note this cannot be:
My daughter's buried. ^note—Well: where were you bred?
I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.

Mar.
You scorn: believe me, ^{note note} '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? ^note

Mar.
The king my father did in Tarsus leave me;
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd ^note
A villain to attempt it, who having ^note drawn to do't ^note, ^note
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mytilene. But, good ^note sir,
Whither ^note will you have me? Why do you weep? It may be,
You think me an impostor ^note: no, good faith;
I am the daughter to King Pericles,
If good King Pericles be. ^note

Per.
Ho, Helicanus!

Hel.
Calls my lord? ^note

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? ^note

Hel.
I know not; but
Here is ^note the regent, sir, of Mytilene
Speaks nobly of her. ^note

Lys.
She never would ^note tell
Her parentage; being demanded that, ^note

She would sit still and weep. ^note

Per.
O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir ^note;
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 ^note. O, come hither, ^note
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget;
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tarsus,
And found at sea again! O Helicanus ^note,
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, ^note
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.

Mar.
First, sir, I pray, ^note what is your title?

Per.
I
Am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
My ^note drown'd queen's name, as in the rest you said
Thou hast ^note been godlike perfect, the ^note heir ^note of kingdoms,
And another like to Pericles thy father. ^note

Mar.
Is it no ^note more ^note to be your daughter than
To say my mother's name was ^note Thaisa? ^note
Thaisa was my mother, who did end
The minute I began. ^note

Per.
Now, blessing on thee! rise; thou art ^note my child.

Give me fresh garments. Mine own, ^note Helicanus ^note:
She is not ^{note note} dead at Tarsus, as she should have been,
By savage Cleon: she shall tell thee all;
When thou shalt kneel, and justify in knowledge
She is thy very princess ^note. Who is this?

Hel.
Sir, 'tis the ^note governor of Mytilene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state ^note,
Did come to see you. ^note

Per.
I embrace you ^note.
Give me my robes. I am wild in my beholding.
O heavens ^note bless my girl! But, hark, what music?
Tell ^note Helicanus, ^note my Marina, tell him
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt ^note,
How sure you are my daughter. But, what ^note music? ^note

Hel.
My lord, I hear none.

Per.
None! ^{note note}
The music of the spheres ^note! List, my Marina.

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

Per.
Rarest ^note sounds! Do ye not hear?

Lys.
My lord, I hear. [Music. ^note

Per.
Most heavenly music!

It nips ^note me unto listening, and thick slumber
Hangs upon mine eyes ^note: let me rest. [Sleeps. ^note

Lys. ^note
A pillow for his head: ^note
So, leave ^note him all. ^note Well, my companion friends ^note,
If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you. ^note [Exeunt ^note all but Pericles. Diana appears to Pericles in a vision. ^note

Dia.
My temple stands in Ephesus: hie thee thither,
And do upon mine altar sacrifice.
There, when my maiden priests are met together,
Before the people all ^note,
Reveal ^note how thou at sea didst lose ^note thy wife:
To mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's, call ^note,
And give them repetition to the life ^note.
Or perform ^note my bidding, or thou livest in woe;
Do it, and ^note happy; by my silver bow! ^note

Awake, and tell thy dream. ^note [Disappears. ^note

Per.
Celestial Dian, goddess argentine,
I will obey thee. Helicanus! ^note Re-enter Helicanus, Lysimachus, and Marina. ^note

Hel.
Sir? ^note

Per.
My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike
The inhospitable Cleon; but I am
For other service first: toward Ephesus ^note
Turn our blown sails; eftsoons I'll tell thee ^note why. [To Lysimachus ^note]
Shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore,
And give you gold for such provision
As our intents will need? ^{note note}

Lys.
Sir,
With all my heart; and, when you come ashore, ^note
I have another suit ^note.

Per.
You shall prevail,
Were it ^note to woo my daughter; for it seems
You have been noble towards her. ^note

Lys.
Sir, lend me your arm.

Per.
Come, my Marina. [Exeunt.

^note

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