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Bawd. Pray you, come hither awhile! You have, Nor none can know, Leonine being gone.
fortunes coming upon you. Mark me; you must seem She did disdain my child, and stood between
to do that fearfully, which you commit willingly; to Her and her fortunes. None would look on her,
despise profit, where you have most gain. To weep But cast their gazes on Marina's face;
that you live as you do, makes pity in your lovers. Whilst ours was blurted at, and held a malkin,
Seldom, but that pity begets you a good opinion, Not worth the time of day. It pierc'd me thorough;
and that opinion a mere profit.
And though you call my course unnatural,
Mar. I understand you not.
You not your child well loving, yet I find,
It greets me, as an enterprize of kindness,
Perform'd to your sole daughter.
Cle. Heavens forgive it!
Dion. And as for Pericles,

Boult. O, take her home, mistress, take her home!
these blushes of her's must be quenched with some
present practice.

Bawd. Thou say'st true, i'faith, so they must: for
your bride
to that with shame, which is her way
to go with warrant.

goes

Boult. 'Faith, some do, and some do not. But,
mistress, if I have bargained for the joint,

Bawd. Thou may'st cut a morsel off the spit.
Boult. I may so.

Bawd. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I
like the manner of your garments well.

Boult. Ay, by my faith, they shall not be changed yet. Bawd. Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a sojourner we have: you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature framed this piece, she meant thee a good turn; therefore say what a paragon she is, and thou hast the harvest out of thine own report. Boult. I warrant you, mistress, thunder shall not so awake the beds of eels, as my giving out her beauty stir up the lewdly-inclined. I'll bring home some to-night.

Bawd. Come your ways; follow me!

What should he say? We wept after her hearse,
And even yet we mourn: her monument
Is almost finish'd, and her epitaphs
In glittering golden characters express
A general praise to her, and care in us
At whose expence 'tis done.

Cle. Thou art like the harpy,
Which, to betray, doth wear an angel's face,
Seize with an eagle's talons.
Dion. You are like one, that superstitiously
Doth swear to the gods, that winter kills the flies;
But yet I know you'll do as I advise. [Exeunt.
Enter GowER, before the monument of MARINA at

Tharsus.

Gow. Thus time we waste, and longest leagues make
short;

Sail seas in cockles, have, and wish but for't;
Making, (to take your imagination,),
From bourn to bourn, region to region.

Mar. If fires be hot, knives sharp, or waters deep, By you being pardon'd, we commit no crime
Untied I still my virgin knot will keep.
Diana, aid my purpose!

Bawd. What have we to do with Diana? Pray you,
will you go with us?
[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.- Tharsus. A room in CLEON's house.
Enter CLEON and DIONYZA.

Dion. Why, are you foolish? Can it be undone?
Cle. O Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter
The sun and moon ne'er look'd upon!

Dion. I think

You'll turn a child again.

Cle. Were I chief lord of all the spacious world,
I'd give it to undo the deed. O lady,
Much less in blood than virtue, yet a princess
To equal any single crown o'the earth,
I'the justice of compare! O villain Leonine,
Whom thou hast poison'd too!

If thou hadst drunk to him, it had been a kindness
Becoming well thy feat: what canst thou say,
When noble Pericles shall demand his child?

Dion. That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates,
To foster it, nor ever to preserve.

She died by night; I'll say so. Who can cross it?
Unless you play the impious innocent,
And for an honest attribute, cry out,
She died by foul play.

Cle. O, go to! Well, well,

Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the gods
Do like this worst.

Dion. Be one of those, that think

The petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence,
And open this to Pericles. I do shame

To think of what a noble strain you are,
And of how cow'd a spirit.

Cle. To such proceeding

Who ever but his approbation added,

Though not his pre-consent, he did not flow
From honourable courses.

Dion. Be it so then!

To use one language, in each several clime,
Where our scenes seem to live. I do beseech you
To learn of me, who stand i'the gaps to teach you
The stages of our story. Pericles
Is now again thwarting the wayward seas,
(Attended on by many a lord and knight,)
To see his daughter, all his life's delight.
Old Escanes, whom Helicanus late
Advanc'd in time to great and high estate,
Is left to govern. Bear you it in mind,
Old Helicanus goes along behind.
Well-sailing ships, and bounteous winds, have brought
This king to Tharsus, (think his pilot thought;
So with his steerage shall your thoughts grow
To fetch his daughter home, who first is gone.
Like motes and shadows see them move aw
awhile;
Your ears unto your eyes I'll reconcile.
Dumb show.

yet none does know, but you, how she came dead,

on,

Enter at one door, PERICLES with his train; CLEON and DIONYZA at the other. CLEON Shows PERICLES the tomb of MARINA; whereat PERICLES makes lamentation, puts on sackcloth, and in a mighty passion departs. Then CLEON and DIONYA retire. Gow. See how belief may suffer by foul show! This borrow'd passion stands for true old woe; And Pericles, in sorrow all devour'd,

With sighs shot through, and biggest tears o'ershow

er'd,

Leaves Tharsus, and again embarks. He swears
Never to wash his face, nor cut his hairs;
He puts on sackcloth, and to sea. He bears
A tempest, which his mortal vessel tears,
And yet he rides it out. Now please you wit
The epitaph is for Marina writ
By wicked Dionyza.

[Reads the inscription on Marina's monument.
The fairest, sweet'st, and best, lies here,
Who wither'd in her spring of year.
She was of Tyrus, the king's daughter,
On whom foul death hath made this slaughter
Marina was she call'd; and at her birth,

Thetis, being proud, swallow'd some part o' the less than it gives a good report to a number to be earth;

Therefore the earth, fearing to be o'erflow'd,
Hath Thetis' birth-child on the heavens bestow'd:
Wherefore she does, (and swears she'll never
stint,)

Make raging battery upon shores of flint.
No visor does become black villainy,
So well as soft and tender flattery.
Let Pericles believe his daughter's dead,
And bear his courses to be ordered

By lady fortune; while our scenes display
His daughter's woe, and heavy well-a-day,
In her unholy service. Patience then,
And think you now are all in Mitylen.

[Exit.

SCENE V.- Mitylene. A street before the brothel.

Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Did you ever hear the like? 2 Gent. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.

1 Gent. But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a thing?

chaste.

Enter MARINA.

Bawd. Here comes that which grows to the stalk;

never plucked yet, I can assure you. Is she not a fair creature?

Lys. 'Faith, she would serve after a long voyage at sea. Well, there's for you; - leave us!

Bawd. I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and I'll have done presently.

Lys. I beseech you, do!

Bawd. First, I would have you note, that this is an honourable man.

[To Marina, whom she takes aside. Mar. I desire to find him so, that I may worthily note him.

Bawd. Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man whom I am bound to.

Mar. If he govern this country, you are bound to him indeed; but how honourable he is in that, I

know not.

Bawd. 'Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will you use him kindly? he will line your with gold.

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2 Gent. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-lar. What he will do graciously, I will thankfully houses. Shall we go hear the vestals sing?

1 Gent. I'll do any thing now that is virtuous; but I am out of the road of rutting, for ever. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. The same. A room in the brothel.
Enter PANDER, Bawd, and BOULT.

Pand. Well, I had rather than twice the worth of her, she had ne'er come here.

Bawd. Fye, fye upon her! she is able to freeze the god Priapus, and undo a whole generation. We must either get her ravished, or be rid of her. When she should do for clients her fitment, and do me the kindness of our profession, she has me her quirks, her reasons, her master-reasons, her prayers, knees; that she would make a puritan of the devil, if he should cheapen a kiss of her.

her

Boult. 'Faith, I must ravish her, or she'll disfurnish us of all our cavaliers, and make all our swearers priests.

Pand. Now, the pox upon her green sickness for me!

Bawd. 'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't, but by the way to the pox. Here comes the lord Lysimachus, disguised. Boult. We should have both lord and lown, if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers. Enter LYSIMACHUS.

receive.
Lys. Have you

dóne?

Bawd. My lord, she's not paced yet; you must take some pains to work her to your manage. Come, we will leave his honour and her together.

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[Exeunt Bawd, Pander, and Boult. Lys. Go thy ways! Now, pretty one, how long have you been at this trade? Mar. What trade, sir?

Lys. What I cannot name but I shall offend. Mar. I cannot be offended with my trade. Please you to name it.

Lys. How long have you been of this profession?

Mar. Ever since I can remember.

Lys. Did you go to it so young? Were you a gamester at five, or at seven?

Mar. Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.

Lys. Why, the house you dwell in, proclaims you to be a creature of sale.

Mar. Do you know this house to be a place of such resort, and will come into it? I hear say, you ure of honourable parts, and are the governor of this place.

Lys. Why, hath your principal made known unto

you who I am?

Mar. Who is my principal?

Lys. Why, your herb-woman; she that sets seeds and roots of shame and iniquity. O, you have heard Lys. How now? how a dozen of virginities? something of my power, and so stand aloof for more Bawd. Now, the gods to bless your honour! Boult. I am glad to see your honour in good health. serious wooing. But I protest to thee, pretty one, Lys. You may so; 'tis the better for you that your my authority shall not see thee, or else, look friendly resorters stand upon sound legs. How now, whole- upon thee. Come, bring me to some private place. some iniquity? Have you that a man may deal with-Come, come! al, and defy the surgeon?

Bawd. We have here one, sir, if she would but there never came her like in Mitylene. Lys. If she'd do the deeds of darkness, thou would'st

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Boult. O, sir, I can be modest.

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Thou could'st have spoke so well; ne'er dream'd thou | Is liable; thy very food is such

could'st.

Had I brought hither a corrupted mind,

As hath been belch'd on by infected lungs.
Boult. What would you have me? go to the wars,

Thy speech had alter'd it. Hold, here's gold for thee: would you? where a man may serve seven years for

Perséver still in that clear way thou goest,
And the gods strengthen thee!
Mar. The gods preserve you!
Lys. For me, be you thoughten

That I came with no ill intent; for to me
The very doors and windows savour vilely.
Farewell! Thou art a piece of virtue, and

I doubt not but thy training hath been noble.-
Hold! here's more gold for thee!—

A curse upon him, die he like a thief,

the loss of a leg, and have not money enough in the
end to buy him a wooden one?

Mar. Do any thing but this thou doest. Empty
Old receptacles, common sewers, of filth;
Serve by indenture to the common hangman;
Any of these ways are better yet than this:
For that which thou professest, a baboon,
Could he but speak, would own a name too dear.
O that the gods would safely from this place
Deliver me! Here, here is gold for thee!

That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou hear'st from If that thy master would gain aught by me,

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Boult. I beseech your honour, one piece for me!
Lys. Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper! Your
house,

But for this virgin that doth prop
Would sink, and overwhelm you all. Away!

it up,
[Exit Lysimachus.
Boult. How's this? We must take another course
with you.
If your peevish chastity, which is not
worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under
the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be
gelded, like a spaniel. Come your ways!
Mar. Whither would you have me?
Boult. I must have your maidenhead taken off, or
the common hangman shall execute it. Come your
way! We'll have no more gentlemen driven away.
Come your ways, I say!

Re-enter Bawd.

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Proclaim that I can sing, weave, sew, and dance,
With other virtues, which I'll keep from boast;
And I will undertake all these to teach.
doubt not but this populous city will
Yield many scholars.

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Boult. But can you teach all this you speak of?
Mar. Prove that I cannot, take me home again,
And prostitute me to the basest groom
That doth frequent your house.
Boult. Well, I will see what I can do for thee: ifl
can place thee, I will.

Mar. But, amongst honest women?
Boult. 'Faith, my acquaintance lies little amongst
them. But since my master and mistress have bought
you, there's no going but by their consent; there
fore I will make them acquainted with your par
pose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable
enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can; come your
ways!

A CT V.
Enter Gower.

[Exeunt.

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

Boult. She makes our profession as it were to stink, She sings like one immortal, and she dances afore the face of the gods.

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: Bawd. Boult, take her away; use her at thy plea-That pupils lacks she none of noble race, sure: crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable.

Bawd. Marry, hang her up for ever! Boult. The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman, and she sent him away as cold, as a snow-ball; saying his prayers too.

Boult. An if she were a thornier piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed. Mar. Hark, hark, you gods!

Bawd. She conjures: away with her! Would she had never come within my doors! Marry hang you! She's born to undo us. Will you not go the way of women-kind? Marry come up, my dish of chastity with rosemary and bays! [Exit Bawd. Boult. Come, mistress! come your way with me! Mar. Whither would you have me? Boult. To take from you the jewel you hold so

dear.

Mar. Pr'ythee, tell me one thing first.
Boult. Come now, your one thing!
Mar. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be?
Boult. Why, I could wish him to be my master,
or rather, my mistress.

Mar. Neither of these are yet so bad as thou art,
Since they do better thee in their command.
Thou hold'st a place, for which the pained'st fiend
Of hell would not in reputation change:
Thou'rt the damn'd door-keeper to every coystrel
That hither comes enquiring for his tib;
To the choleric fisting of each rogue thy ear

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 to sea. We there him lost;
Whence, driven before the winds, 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 feast to keep: from whence
Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,
His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expence;
And to him in his barge with fervour hies.
In your supposing once more put your sight;
Of heavy Pericles think this the bark:
Where, what is done in action, more, if might,
Shall be discover'd; please you, sit,and hark! [Er

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There is some of worth would come aboard: I pray The lady that I sent for. -Welcome, fair one! you

To greet them fairly.

[The Gentlemen and the two Sailors de-
scend, and go on board the barge.
Enter from thence, LYSIMACHUS, and Lords; 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 you whence you are.
Hel. First, sir, what is your place?

Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before.
Hel. Sir,

Our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king;

Is't not a goodly presence?
Hel. A gallant lady.

Lys. She's such, that were I well assur'd she came
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 physic shall receive such pay
As thy desire 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: [Marina sings.
Lys. Mark'd he your music?

Mar. No, nor look'd on us.

Lys. See, she will speak to him.

A man, who for this three months hath not spoken Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear!

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, then?

Hel. You may indeed, sir,

But bootless is your sight; he will not speak

To any

Lys. Yet, let me obtain my wish.

Per. Hum! ha!

Mar. 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 awkward casualties

Hel. Behold him, sir! [Pericles discovered.] this Bound me in servitude.- I will desist;

was a goodly person,

Till the disaster, that, one mortal night,

Drove him to this.

But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, Go not till he speak.
[Aside.

Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! Per. My fortunes- parentage-good parentageHail,

Hail, royal sir!

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

1 Lord. Sir, we have a maid in Mitylene, I durst

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pray you, turn your eyes again 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,

[He 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 strech'd thus far, let us beseech you fur-The
ther,

That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

Lys. 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.

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Falseness cannot come from thee, for thon look'st |You think me an impostor: no, good faith;
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
Like one I lov'd indeed. What were thy friends?
Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back,
(Which was when I perceiv'd thee,) that thou cam'st
From good descending?

Mar. So indeed I did.

Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou said'st
Thou hadst been toss'd from wrong to injury,
And that thou thought'st thy griefs might equal mine,
If both were open'd.

Mar. Some such thing indeed

I 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, sir, is Marina.

Per. 0, I am mock'd,

And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world laugh at me.

Mar. Patience, good sir,

Or here I'll cease.

Per. Nay, I'll be patient;

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

Mar. The name Marina,

Was given me by one that had some power;
My father, and a king.

Per. How! a king's daughter?

And call'd Marina?

Mar. 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?

I am the daughter to king Pericles,
If good king Pericles be.
Per. Ho, Helicanus!
Hel. Calls my gracious lord?

No motion?-Well; speak on! Where were you born?
And wherefore called Marina?

Mar. Call'd Marina,

For I was born at sea.

Per. 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.

Per. 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;
were you bred?

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!
Lest this great sea of joys rushing upon me,
O'erbear the shores of my mortality,
And drown me with their sweetness.-0, come hither,
Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget!
Thou that wast born at sea, buried at Tharsus,
And found at sea again!-0 Helicanus,
Down on thy knees, thank the holy gods, as loud,
As thunder threatens us: This is Marina!-
What was thy mother's name? tell me but that,
For truth can never be confirm'd enough,
Though doubts did ever sleep.
Mar. First, sir, I pray,

What is your title?

Per. I am Pericles of Tyre: but tell me now
(As in the rest thou hast been godlike perfect)
My drown'd queen's name? thou art the heir of
kingdoms,

And another life to Pericles thy father.
Mar. Is it no 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.

Per. Now, blessing on thee, rise! thou art my child!
Give me fresh garments! Mine own, Helicanus,
(Not dead at Tharsus, 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?
Hel. Sir, 'tis the governor of Mitylene,
Who, hearing of your melancholy state,
Did come to see you.

Per. I embrace you, sir!

Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding,
O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what music?-
Tell Helicanus, my Marina, tell him
O'er, point by point, for yet he seems to doubt,
How sure you are my daughter. But what music?
Hel. My lord, I hear none.

where Per. None?

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?
Mar. The king, my father, did in Tharsus leave me;
Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife,
Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd
A villain to attempt it, who having drawn,
A crew of pirates came and rescued me;
Brought me to Mitylene. But now, good sir,
Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It
may be,

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Marina!

The music of the spheres: list, my
Lys. It is not good to cross him; give him way!

Per. Rarest sounds!

Do ye not hear?

Lys. Music? my lord, I hear-
Per. Most heavenly music:

It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber
Hangs on mine eye-lids; let me rest! [He slept.
Lys. A pillow for his head;

[The curtain before the pavilion of Pericles So leave him all. Well, my companion-friends,

is closed.

If this but answer to my just belief,
I'll well remember you.

[Exeunt Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina

and attendant Lady.

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