With other Virtues, which I'll keep from boast,
And I will undertake all thefe to teach.

I doubt not but this populous City will yield many Scho

lars.

Boult. But can you teach all this you fpeak of?

Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again, And prostitute me to the baleft Groom

That doth frequent your Houfe.

Boult. Well, I will fee what I can do for thee: If I can place thee, I will.

Mar. But amongst honeft Women.

Boult. Faith my Acquaintance lies little among them; but fince my Mafter and Miftrefs have bought you, there's no going but by their confent: Therefore I will make them acquainted with your Purpofe, and I doubt not but I fhall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can, come your ways. [Exeunt.

Enter Gower.

Marina thus the Brothel fcapes, and chances
Into an honest House, our Story Says:
She fings like one immortal, and she dances
As Goddess-like to her admired Laies:

Deep Clerks fhe dumbs, and with her Needle compofes
Natures own Shape, of Bud, Bird, Branch or Berry,
That even her Art fifters the natural Rofes,
Her Incle, Silk, Twine, with the rubied Cherry,
That Pupils lacks she none of noble Race,
Who pour their Bounty on her, and her Gain
She gives the curfed Bawd. Leave we her place,
And to her Father turn our Thoughts again,
Where we left him at Sea, tumbled and toft,
And driv'n before the Wind, he is arriv'd
Here where his Daughter dwells, and on this Coast,
Suppose him now at Anchor: The City striv'd
God Neptune's annual Feaft to keep, from whence
Lyfimachus our Tyrian Ship efpies,

His Banners fable, trim'd with rich Expence,
And to him in his Barge with fervour byes,
In your fuppofing, once more put your fight
Our heavy Pericles, think this his Bark,

Where

Where what is done in Action, more of might
Shall be difcover'd, please you fit and hark.

Enter Hellicanus, to him two Sailors,

[Exit,

1 Sail. Where is the Lord Hellicanus? he can refolve you, O here he is. Sir, there is a Barge put off from Metaline, and in it is Lyfimachus the Governor, who craves to come aboard; what is your Will?

Hell. That he have his call up fome Gentlemen. 2 Sail. Ho, Gentlemen, my Lord calls.

Enter two or three Gentlemen,

Hell. Gentlemen, there is fome of worth would come aboard, I pray ye greet them fairly.

Enter Lyfimachus.

I Sail. Sir, this is the Man that can, in ought you would, refolve you.

Lyf. Hail, reverend Sir, the Gods preferve you.

Hell. And you to out-live the Age I am, and die as I would do.

Lyf. You with 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.
-Hell. Firft, what is your Place?

Lyf. I am the Governor of this Place you lye before.
Hell. Sir, our Veffel's of Tyre, in it the King,
A Man, who for this three Months hath not spoken
To any one, nor taken Sustenance,

But to prolong his Grief.

Lyf. Upon what ground is his Diftemperance?

Hell. It would be too tedious to repeat, but the main Grief fprings from the lofs of a beloved Daughter, and a Wife.

Lyf. May we not fee him?

Hell. You may, but bootlefs is your fight, he will not speak to any.

Lyf. Let me obtain my Wish.

Hell. Behold him; this was a goodly Perfon, 'till the Diftafter that one mortal wight drove him to this.

Lyf. Sir King, all hail, the Gods preferve you, hail, Roy. al Sir.

Hello

Hell. It is in vain, he will not speak to you.

Lord. Sir, we have a Maid in Metaline, I durft wager would win fome words from him.

Lyf. 'Tis well bethought, fhe queftionlefs with her fweet Harmony, and other chofen Attractions, would allure and make a Battery through his defended Parts, which now are mid-way ftopt, fhe is all happy, as the fairest of all, and her fellow Maids, now upon the levy fhelter that abuts against the Ifland fide.

Hell. Sure all effetlefs, yet nothing we'll omit that bears recoveries Name. But fince your Kindnefs we have strecht thus far, let us befeech you, that for our Gold we may have Provifion, wherein we are not deftitute for want, but weary for the ftalenefs.

Lyf. O, Sir, a Courtefie, which if we should deny, the moft juft God for every Graff would fend a Caterpillar, and fo inflict our Province; yet once more let me entreat to know at large the Caufe of your King's Sorrow.

Hell. Sir, Sir, I will recount it to you; but fee, I am prevented.

Enter Marina.

Lyf. O here's the Lady that I fent for.

Welcome, Fair One: Is't not a goodly Present?
Hell. She's a gallant Lady.

Lyf. She's fuch a one, that were I well affur'd,
Came of a gentle Kind, and noble Stock,

I'd with no better Choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair, and all Goodness that confifts in Beauty,
Expect even here, where is a kingly Patient,
If that thy profperous and artificial Fate
Can draw him but to answer thee in ought,
Thy facred Phyfick fhall receive fuch Pay,
As thy Defires can with.

Mar. Sir, I will ufe my uttermoft Skill in his Recovery, provided that none but I and my Companion Maid be fuffered to come near him.

Lyf. Come, let us leave her, and the Gods make her profperous.'

Lyf. Mark'd he your Mufick?

Mar. No, nor look'd on us.

[The Song.

Lyf.

Per. Hum, ha.

Mar. I am a Maid, my Lord, that ne'er 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 juftly weighed; though wayward Fortune did maligne my State, my Derivation was from Anceftors who flood equivalent with mighty Kings, but time hath rooted out my Parentage, and to the World and aukward Casualties bound me in fervitude; I will defift, but there is something glows upon my Cheek, and whispers in mine Ear, Go not 'till he fpeak.

Per. My Fortunes, Parentage, good Parentage to equal mine; was it not thus? what fay you?

Mar. I faid, my Lord, if you did know my Parentage, you would not do me Violence.

Per. I do think fo, pray you turn your Eyes upon me, y'are like fome-thing that, what Country-women hear of these fhews?

Mar. No, nor of any fhews, yet I was mortally brought forth, and am no other than I appear.

Per. I am great with wo, and fhall deliver weeping: My dearest Wife was like this Maid, and fuch a one my Daughter might have been: My Queen's fquare Brows, her Stature to an Inch, as wand-like ftraight, as Silver voic❜d, her Eyes as Jewel-like, and caft as richly, in pace another Juno. Who ftarves the Ears fhe feeds, and makes them hungry, the more fhe gives them Speech; where do you

live?

Mar. Where I am but a Stranger, from the Deck you may difcern the Place.

Per. Where were you bred? And how atchiev'd you these Endowments which you make more rich to owe? Mar. If I fhould tell my Hiftory, it would feem like Lies difdain'd in the reporting.

Per. Prithee speak, falfenefs cannot come from thee, for thou lookeft modeft as Juftice, and thou feem'ft a Pallas for the crowned Truth to dwell in, I will believe thee, and

make

make my Senfes credit thy Relation, to points that seem impoffible, for thou look'ft like one I lov'd indeed; what were thy Friends? Didft thou not ftay when I did push thee back: Which was when I perceiv'd thee that thou cam'st from good Defcent.

Mar. So indeed I did.

Per. Report thy Parentage, I think thou faidft thou hadft been toft from Wrong to Injury, and that thou thought'ft thy Griefs might equal mine, if both were opened.

Mar. Some fuch thing I faid, and faid no more but what my Thoughts did warrant me was likely.

Per. Tell thy Story, if thine confidered prove the thoufand Part of my Endurance, thou art a Man, and I have fuffered like a Girl; yet thou doft look like Patience, gazing on Kings Graves, and fmiling Extremity out of act. What were thy Friends? how loft thou thy Name, my moft kind Virgin? recount I do befeech thee, Come fit by me.

Mar. My Name is Marina.

Per. Oh I am mock'd, and thou by fome incenfed God fent hither to make the World to laugh at me.

Mar. Patience, good Sir, or here I'll ceafe.

Per. Nay, I'll be patient, thou little know'ft how thou doeft startle me to call thy self Marina.

Mar. The Name was given me by one that had fome Power, my Father and a King.

Per. How, a King's Daughter, and call'd Marina? Mar. You faid you would believe me, but not to be a trouble of your Peace, I will end here.

Per. But are you Flesh and Blood?

Have you a working Pulfe, and are no Fairy?
Motion? well, fpeak on, where were you born?
And wherefore call'd Marina?

Mar. Call'd Marina, for I was born at Sea.
Per. At Sea? who was thy Mother?

Mar. My Mother was the Daughter of a King, who died the Minute I was born, as my good Nurfe Lychorida hath oft delivered weeping.

Per.