But since my master and mistress have bought you, there's no going but by their consent: therefore I will make thera acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what 1 can; come your ways.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Marina thus the brothel scapes, and chances Into an honest house, our story says.

She sings like one immortal, and she dances

As goddess-like to her admired lays :

Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her neeld composes
Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry;
That even her art sisters the natural roses;
Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place,
And to her father turn our thoughts again,
Where we left him on the sea. We there him lost:

Where driven before the winds he is arriv'd

Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast

SCENE I.-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 lying beside the Tyrian vessel.

Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to the barge; to them HELICANUS.

TYR. SAIL. Where is the lord Helicanus? He can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene.] O, here he is. Sir, there is 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 one of worth would come aboard; I pray, greet him fairly.

[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, and go on board the barge.

Enter from thence LYSIMACHUS, attended; 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 outlive 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, what is your place?

Lys. I am the governor of this place you lie before.
HEL Sir, our vessel is of Tyre, in 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?

HEL. You may,

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, Royal sir!

HEL. It is in vain; he will not speak to you.

LORD. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him.

LYS.

"T is well bethought.

She, questionless, with her sweet harmony,
And other chosen attractions, would allure,

And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
Which now are midway stopp'd:

She is all happy as the fairest of all,

And, with her fellow-maids, is now upon
The leafy shelter that abuts against

The island's side.

[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,

HEL. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you. But see, I am prevented.

Enter, from the barge, Lord, MARINA, and a young Lady.

Lys. O, here's the lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one! Is 't not a goodly presence?

HEL. She's a gallant lady.

LYS. She's such a one, that were I well assur'd

Came of a gentle kind, and noble stock,

I'd wish no better choice, 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 and 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,

And the gods make her prosperous!
Lys. Mark'd he your music?
MAR.

[MARINA sings.

No, nor look'd on us.

Lys. See, she will speak to him.

MAR. Hail, sir! my lord,

Lend ear.

PER. Hum, ha!

MAR. I am a maid,

My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,

But have been gaz'd on like a comet: she speaks,
My lord, that, may be, hath 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 awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.-I will desist;

[Aside

But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, "Go not till he speak."
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. Pray you, turn your eyes upon me.
You are like something, that- What country-woman?
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-voic'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. If I should tell my history, it would seem
Like lies disdain'd in the reporting.

PER.

Prithee, 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