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Pericles, Prince of Tyre

Act V, Scene 1

On board PERICLES' ship, off Mytilene. A close pavilion on deck, with a curtain before it; PERICLES within it, reclined on a couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel.
[Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELICANUS]
Where is lord Helicanus? he can resolve you. O here he is, sir, there's a barge put off from Mytilene, and in it is Lysimachus the governor, who craves to come aboard, what is your will?
That he have his, call up some gentlemen.
Ho, gentlemen, my lord calls.
[Enter two or three Gentlemen]
Doth your lordship call?
Gentlemen, there is some of worth would come aboard, I pray thee greet them fairly.
Sir, this is the man that can, in aught you would, resolve you.
Hail, reverend sir, the gods preserve you.
And you to outlive the age I am, and die as I would do.
You wish me well; being on shore, honoring of Neptune's triumphs, seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are.
First, what is your place?
I am the governor of this place you lie before.
Sir, our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king, a man, who for this three months hath not spoken to anyone, nor taken sustenance, but to prorogue his grief.
Upon what ground is his distemperature?
It would be too tedious to repeat, but the main grief springs from the loss of a beloved daughter, and a wife.
May we not see him?
You may, but bootless is your sight, he will not speak To any.
Let me obtain my wish.
Behold him, this was a goodly person, till the disaster that one mortal night drove him to this.
Sir king, all hail, the gods preserve you, hail, royal sir.
It is in vain, he will not speak to you.
Sir, we have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager would win some words of him.
'Tis well bethought, she questionless with her sweet harmony, and other chosen attractions, would allure and make a battery through his deafened parts, which now are midway stopped, she is all happy, as the fairest of all, and with her fellow maids, now upon the leafy shelter that abuts against the island's side.
[Whispers a Lord, who goes off in the barge of LYSIMACHUS]
Sure all effectless, yet nothing we'll omit that bears recovery's name. But since your kindness we have stretched thus far, let us beseech you, that for our gold we may have provision, wherein we are not destitute for want, but weary for the staleness.
O, sir, a courtesy, which if we should deny, the most just gods for every graff would send a caterpillar, and so afflict our province: yet once more
let me entreat to know at large the cause of your king's sorrow.
Sit, sir, I will recount it to you; but see, I am prevented.
[Enter, from the barge, Lord, with MARINA, and a young Lady]
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      O here's | the la|dy that | I sent | for.
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        Wel||come fair | one: Is it | not a | goodly | presence?
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      She's a | gallant | lady.  \\
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      She's such | a one,| that were | I well | assured,
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      Came of | a gent|le kind | and nob|le stock,
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      I'd wish | no better | choice, and | think me rarely wed.
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      Fair and all good|ness that | consists | in beauty,
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      Expect | even here,| where is | a king|ly pat|ient,
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      If that | thy pros|perous | and art|ific|ial fate, (hex with prev)
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      Can draw | him but | to ans|wer thee | in aught,
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      Thy sac|red phys|ic shall | receive such pay,
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      As thy | desires | can wish.  \\
Sir, I will use my utmost skill in his recovery, provided that none but I and my companion maid, be suffered to come near him.
Come, let us leave her, and the gods make her prosperous.
[MARINA sings]
Marked he your music:
No, nor looked on us.
See, she will speak to him.
Hail, sir, my lord, lend ear.
Hum, ha.
I am a maid, my lord, that nere before invited eyes, but have been gazed on like a comet: she speaks, my lord, that may be, hath endured a grief might equal yours, if both were justly weighed, 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 awkward 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.
My fortunes, parentage, good parentage to equal mine; was it not thus, what say you?
I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage, you would not do me violence.
I do think so, pray you, turn your eyes upon me, you're like something that, what countrywoman here of these shores?
No, nor of any shores, yet I was mortally brought forth, and am no other than I appear.
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-voiced, her eyes as jewel-like, and cased 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?
Where I am but a stranger, from the deck you may discern the place.
Where were you bred? And how achieved you these endowments which you make more rich to owe?
If I should tell my history, it would seem like lies disdained in the reporting.
Prithee speak, falseness cannot come from thee, for thou lookst modest as Justice, and thou seemst a palace for the crowned truth to dwell in, I will believe thee, and make my senses credit thy relation, to points that seem impossible, for thou lookst like one I loved indeed; what were thy friends? Didst thou not say when I did push thee back; which was when I perceived thee that thou camst from good descent.
So indeed I did.
Report thy parentage, I think thou saidst thou hadst been tossed from wrong to injury, and that thou thoughtst thy griefs might equal mine, if both were opened.
Some such thing I said, and said no more, but what my thoughts did warrant me was likely.
Tell thy story, if thine considered prove the thousandth part of my endurance, thou art a man, and I have suffered 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 thy name, my most kind virgin? Recount I do beseech thee, come sit by me.
My name is Marina.
Oh I am mocked, and thou by some incensed god sent hither to make the world to laugh at me.
Patience, good sir, or here I'll cease.
Nay I'll be patient, thou little knowst how thou dost startle me to call thyself Marina.
The name was given me by one that had some power, my father and a king.
How, a king's daughter, and called Marina?
You said you would believe me, but not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here.
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      But are | you flesh | and blood?  \\
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      Have you a | working | pulse? And | are no | fairy?
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      Motion?| Well speak^|on, where were | you born?
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      And where|fore called | Marin|a? \\
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      Called Ma|rina,| for I | was born | at sea.
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      At sea?| Who was | thy moth|er?  \\
My mother was the daughter of a king, who died the minute I was born, as my good nurse Lychorida hath oft delivered weeping.
O stop there a little, this is the rarest dream
That ere dull sleep did mock sad fools withal,
This cannot be my daughter; buried! Well, where were you bred? I'll hear you more to the bottom of your story and never interrupt you.
You scorn, believe me 'twere best I did give ore.
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?
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      The king | my fath|er did | in Tarsus | leave me,
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      Till cru|el Cle|on with | his wick|ed wife,
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      Did seek | to murd|er me: and | having wooed | a villain  ??
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      To attempt | it, who | having | drawn to | do it,
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      A crew | of pir|ates came | and res|cued me,
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      Brought me | to Myt|ilene.  \\
But, 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.
Ho, Helicanus?
Calls my lord?
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      Thou art | a grave | and nob|le couns|ellor,
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      Most wise | in gene|ral, tell | me if | thou canst,| what this | maid is,
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      Or what | is like | to be,| that thus | hath made | me weep?|
I know not, but here's the regent, sir, of Mytilene, speaks nobly of her.
She would never tell her parentage,
Being demanded that, she would sit still and weep.
O Helicanus, strike me, honored sir, give me a gash, put me to present pain, lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me, orebear the shores of my mortality, and drown me with their sweetness: Oh come hither,
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      Thou that | begetst | him that | did thee | beget,
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      Thou that | wast born | at sea,| buried at | Tarsus,
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      And found | at sea | again:| O Hel|icanus,
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      Down on thy | knees, thank the ho|ly gods,| as loud
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      As thunde|r threat|ens us;| this is Ma|rina.
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      What was | thy moth|er's name?| Tell me | but that,
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      For truth | can nev|er be | confirmed | enough,
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      Though doubts | did ev|er sleep.  \\
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      First, sir, I | pray what / is your | title?
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      I am Per|icles | of Tyre,| but tell | me now
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      My drown|ed queen's | name, as in | the rest | you said,
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      Thou hast been | godlike per|fect, the | heir of | kingdoms,
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      And an|other | like to | Peri|cles thy | father.  (hex with prev)
Is it not 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.
Now blessing on thee, rise, thou art my child. Give me fresh garments, mine own Helicanus, She is not 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; who is this?
Sir, 'tis the governor of Mytilene, who hearing of your melancholy, did come to see you.
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      I em|brace you:| give me | my robes;|
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      I am | wild in | my be|holding.| Oh heav|en bless | my girl.
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      But hark,| what mus|ic's this | Heli|canus?| My Ma|rina,  (hept with prev)
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      Tell him / ore point | by point,| for yet | he seems | to doubt,
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      How sure | you are | my daught|er; but | where's this | music? (hex with prev)
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      My lord,| I hear | none.  \\
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      None? The | music | of the spheres,| list my Ma|rina.
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      It is / not good | to cross | him, give | him way.
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      Rarest | sounds, do | ye not | hear?|
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      Music,| my lord,| I hear.  \\
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      Most heaven|ly mus|ic,  \\
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      It nips | me un|to liste|ning, and / thick slum||ber
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      Hangs | upon | mine eyes,| let me | rest.
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      A pil|low for | his head,| so leave | him all.
Well my companion friends, if this but answer to my just belief, I'll well remember you.
[Exeunt all but PERICLES. DIANA appears to PERICLES as in a vision]
My temple stands in Ephesus,
Hie thee thither, and do upon mine altar sacrifice. There when my maiden priests are met together, before all the people reveal how thou at sea didst lose thy wife, to mourn thy crosses, with thy daughter's call, and give them repetition to the like: or perform my bidding, or thou livest in woe: do it, and happy by my silver bow; awake and tell thy dream.
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      Celes|tial Di|an, god|dess arg|entine,
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      I will | obey | thee: Hel|ican|us.
My purpose was for Tarsus, there to strike the inhospitable Cleon, but I am for other service first, toward Ephesus turn our blown sails, eftsoons I'll tell thee why, shall we refresh us, sir, upon your shore, and give you gold for such provision as our intents will need.
Sir, with all my heart, and when you come ashore, I have another suit.
You shall prevail, were it to woo my daughter, for it seems you have been noble towards her.
Sir, lend me your arm.
Come, my Marina.

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