Of heavy Pericles think this the bark:
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit, and bark. [Ex.

SCENE 1-On board Pericles' Ship, off Mitylene. A close Pavilion on Deck, with a Curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a Couch. A Barge ly ing beside the Tyrian Vessel. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian Vessel, the other to the Barge; to them Helicanus.

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.

[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, în it the king;

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken To any one, nor taken sustenance,

But to prorogue his grief.

Lys. Upon what ground is his distemperature?
Hel. Sir, it would be too tedious to repeat;
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.] this was a goodly person,

Till the disaster, that, one mortal night,

Drove him to this.

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, 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:

She, all as happy as of all the fairest,
Is, with her fellow maidens, now within
The leafy shelter that abuts against

The island's side.

[He whispers one of the attendant Lords.-Exit Lord, in the Barge of Lysimachus.

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.

O, sir, a courtesy,

Lys.
Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province.-Yet once more
het me entreat to know at large the cause
Of your king's sorrow.

Hel.

Sit, sir, I will recount it ;

But see, I am prevented.

Enter from the Barge, Lord, Marina, and a young

Lys.

Lady.

O, here is

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!*

Is't not a goodly presence?

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 elvico, and think me rarely wed. Fair one, all goodness that consists in bounty Expect even here, where is a kingly patient: If that thy prosperous-artificial feat 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 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,

Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:-
Per. Hum! ha!

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,

But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks
My lord, that, may be, bath 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 something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak. [Aside.
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.

Per.

I do think so. I 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

No other than I appear.

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-voie'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.

Where were you bred?

And how achiev'd you these endowments, which

You make more rich to owe?

Mar.

Should I tell my history.

Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting.
Per. Pr'ythee 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.

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 aet. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, my most kind virgin?
Recount, I do beceech thee; come, sit by me.
Mar. My name, sir, is Marina.