Mar. I said, my lord, if you did know my

parentage,

You would not do me violence.

Per. I do think so.

eyes upon me.

Mar.

Or here I'll cease.
Per.

Patience, good sir,

Nay, I'll be patient.

Pray you, turn your Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina.
The name

You are like something that-What_country-| Mar.
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.
[a one
My dearest wife was like this maid, and such
My daughter might have been my queen's
square brows;

And call'd Marina?
Mar.

How! a king's daughter?

You said you would believe me ;
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
I will end here.

Per.

But are you flesh and blood?
Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
Motion?-Well; speak on.
Where were you
And wherefore call'd Marina.
Mar.

[born?

Call'd Marina,

Her stature to an inch; as wand-like straight; As silver-voic'd; her eyes as jewel-like, And cas'd as richly; in pace another Juno; Who starves the ears she feeds, and makes For I was born at sea. them hungry, [you live? Per. At sea! what mother? The more she gives them speech.-Where do Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king; Mar. Where I am but a stranger: from the Who died the minute I was born, You may discern the place. [deck As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft Per. Where were you bred? Deliver'd weeping. And how achiev'd you these endowments, You make more rich to owe? Mar. Should I tell my history, 'Twould seem like lies, disdain'd in the reportPer. Pr'ythee, speak : ing. Falseness cannot come from thee; for thou look'st

Per.

O, stop there a little! [which [Aside.] This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep

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
lookest
[friends?
Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back,
(Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou
From good descending?
[cam'st
Mar.
So indeed I did.
Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou

saidst

Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury,
And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal
If both were open'd.
[mine,

Mar.
Some such thing
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 act. What were thy friends?
How lost thou them? Thy name, my most
kind virgin?

Recount, I do beseech thee: come, sit by me.
Mar. My name is Marina.
Per.
O, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world to laugh at me.

Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be :
My daughter's buried. [Aloud.] Well :—
where were you bred?

I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.

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?
[leave me;

Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn to
do't,

A crew of pirates came and rescu'd me ;
Brought me to Mitylene. 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.

Per. Ho, Helicanus!
Hel. Calls my lord?

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?

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

Lys.
She would never tell
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;

SCENE III.-The Temple of Diana at Ephe
sus; Thaisa standing near the altar
high-priestess; a number of Virgins on each
side; Cerimon and other inhabitants of
Ephesus attending.

[Exeunt all except Pericles. Enter Pericles, with his train; Lysimachus,

Makes me look dismal, will I clip to form ; And what this fourteen years no razor touch'd, Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is reco-To grace thy marriage-day, I'll beautify.

Of Pericles, to rage the city turn, That him and his they in his palace burn; Blest, and mine own! The gods for murder seemed so content Hel. Hail, madam, and my queen! To punish them, although not done, but meant. Thai. So on your patience evermore attending, New joy wait on you! Here our play hath ending.

RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TITCHFIELD.

RIGHT HONOURABLE,

I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your Lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burden: only, if your honour seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honoured you with some graver labour. But if the first heir of my invention proved deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honourable survey, and your honour to your heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish, and the world's hopeful expectation.

"

3.

Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;
If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed,
A thousand honey-secrets shalt thou know;
Here come and sit, where never serpent
hisses,

And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses;
4.

"And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety,
But rather famish them amid their plenty,
Making them red and pale with fresh variety,
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:
A summer's day will seem an hour but short,
Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport."

Your Honour's in all duty,

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

6.

Over one arm the lusty courser's rein,
Under her other was the tender boy,
Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;

She red and hot, as coals of glowing fire,
He red for shame, but frosty in desire.

7.

The studded bridle on a ragged bough
Nimbly she fastens; (O how quick is love!)
The steed is stalled up, and even now
To tie the rider she begins to prove :

Backward she push'd him, as she would be
thrust,

And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust.

8.

He burns with bashful shame: she with her
[cheeks:
Doth quench the maiden burning of hs
Then with her windy sighs, and golden hairs
To fan and blow them dry again she seeks:

He saith, she is immodest, blames her 'miss.
What follows more, she murders with a kiss-

10.

Even as an empty eagle, sharp by fast, [bone.
Tires with her beak on feathers, flesh, and
Shaking her wings, devouring all in haste.
Till either gorge be stuff'd, or prey be gone;