Of heavy Pericles think this the bark: SCENE 1-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 ly ing beside the Tyrian Vessel. Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian Vessel, the other to the Barge; to them Helicanus. Tyr. Sail. Where's the lord Helicanus? He can resolve you. [To the Sailor of Mitylene. O, here he is Sir, there's a barge put off from Mitylene. Who craves to come aboard. What is your will? Enter two Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Doth your lordship call? Hel. Gentlemen, There is some of worth would come aboard; I pray you, To greet them fairly. [The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend, 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 out-live 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, Lys. I am governor of this place you lie before. Our vessel is of Tyre, în 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? 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. 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, 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 wager, Would win some words of him. Lys. 'Tis well bethought. She, questionless, with her sweet harmony, She, all as happy as of all the fairest, The island's side. [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 stretch'd thus far, let us beseech you further, That for our gold we may provision have, Wherein we are not destitute for want, O, sir, a courtesy, Lys. Hel. Sit, sir, I will recount it ; But see, I am prevented. Enter from the Barge, Lord, Marina, and a young Lys. Lady. O, here is The lady that I sent for. Welcome, fair one!* 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 elvico, 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 desires can wish. Mar. Sir, I will use My utmost skill in his recovery, Provided none but I and my companion Lys. Come, let us leave her, Mar. Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear:- My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes, But have been gaz'd on, comet-like: she speaks Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: But there is something glows upon my cheek, Per. I do think so. I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me, You are like something that-What countrywoman? 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-voie'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. Should I tell my history. Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting. Falseness cannot come from thee, for thou look'st 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 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 |