Marina. ACT V. SCENE I. I am a maid, My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks, Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: Pericles. 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? Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st To points that seem impossible; for thou look'st M Didst thou not say, when I did push thee back (Which was when I perceiv'd thee), that thou cam❜st From good descending? * * Marina. My name, sir, is Marina. Pericles. O, I am mock'd, And thou by some incensed god sent hither To make the world laugh at me. Marina. Or here I'll cease. Pericles. Patience, good sir, Nay, I'll be patient; Thou little know'st how thou dost startle me, To call thyself Marina. Marina. The name Marina Was given me by one that had some power; My father, and a king. Pericles. And call'd Marina? Marina. How! a king's daughter? You said you would believe me ; But, not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. Pericles. But are you flesh and blood ? Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy? And wherefore call'd Marina ? Marina. My mother was the daughter of a king; Who died the very minute I was born, As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft * * * * Pericles. O Helicanus, strike me, honour'd sir; And drown me with their sweetness. O, come hither, Thou that beget'st him that did thee beget; Give me my robes; I am wild in my beholding. O heavens bless my girl! But hark, what musick?— O'er point by point, for yet he seems to doubt, Pericles. None? The musick of the spheres: list, my Marina. Lysimachus. It is not good to cross him; give him way. Pericles. Rarest sounds! Do ye not hear? Lysimachus. Musick? My lord, I hear— Pericles. Most heavenly musick: It nips me unto list'ning, and thick slumber [He sleeps. SCENE III. Pericles. This, this; no more, you gods! your present kindness Makes my past miseries sport: You shall do well, That on the touching of her lips I may Melt, and no more be seen. O come, be buried A second time within these arms. Marina. Leaps to be My heart gone into my mother's bosom. [Kneels to Thaisa. Pericles. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa; Thy burden at the sea, and call'd Marina, For she was yielded there. Thaisa. Bless'd and mine own! Helicanus. Hail, madam, and my queen! TAY, Roman brethren;-Gracious conqueror, O, think my son to be as dear to me. |