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, Provided none but I and my companion See, she will speak to him. Mar. No, nor look'd on us. Lys. 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, Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: 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 parentage, You would not do me violence. and aukward casualties—] Aukward is adverse. VOL. VIII. A A Per. I do think so. I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.— 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 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. Where were you bred? Per. And how achiev'd you these endowments, which; You make more rich to owe?3 Should I tell my history, Mar. "Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Per. Pr'ythee speak; Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st 3 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. a palace 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. 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 Recount, I do beseech thee; come, sit by me, 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; nently perfect, furnishes the imaginary being whom he personifies, with a crown. 5 s 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 are you flesh and blood? But, not to be a troubler of your peace, Per. Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy No motion? Well; speak on. Where were you born? And wherefore call'd Marina? Mar. For I was born at sea. Per. Call'd Marina, 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 My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well:—where were you bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of 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? 6. 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 weep? It 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, Hel. I know not; but She would never tell Here is the regent, sir, of Mitylene, Lys. 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; 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; Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud |