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But weary for the staleness.


O, sir, a courtesy,
Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict 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 ;

But see, I am prevented.

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



O, here is

The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!
Is't not a goodly presence?.

A gallant lady.
Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she


Of 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-artificial feat

Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physick shall receive such pay
As thy desires can wish.


Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided none but I and my companion Be suffer'd to come near him.


Come, let us leave her,

And the gods make her prosperous!

[Marina sings.

Mark'd he your musick?


Mar. No, nor look'd on us.

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


See, she will speak to him.

I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gaz'd on comet-like: 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 aukward casualties Bound me in servitude.—I will desist; But there is something glows upon my cheek, And whispers 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.

Here of these shores?



I do think so.

I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.—
You are like something that-What country-


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

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 live?


Mar. Where I am but a stranger: from the deck You may discern the place.

Where were you bred?
And how achiev'd you these endowments, which
You make more rich to owe?

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


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,

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(Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou


From good descending?


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 mine,

If both were open'd.


Some such thing indeed
I said, and said no more but what my thoughts
Did warrant me was likely.


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

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, sir, is Marina.
O, I am mock'd,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.


Patience, good sir,

Or here I'll cease.


Nay, I'll be patient;

Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina.


The name Marina,

Was given me by one that had some power;

My father, and a king.


And call'd Marina?
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
I will end here.

But are you flesh and blood?
Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
No motion-Well; speak on. Where were you


And wherefore call'd Marina?

How! a king's daughter?

You said you would believe me;


For I was born at sea.

Call❜d Marina,


At sea? thy mother?

Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king;
Who died the very minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft
Deliver'd weeping.


O, stop there a little! This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be.

My daughter's buried. [Aside.] 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

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