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
'And other choice attractions, would allure,
And make a battery through his deafen'd parts,
Which now are midway stopp'd:

She, all as happy as of all the fairest,

Is, with her fellow maidens, now within

The leafy shelter that abuts against

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 kind

ness

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,

But weary for the staleness.

O, sir, a courtesy,

Lys.
Which if we should deny, the most just God
For every graff would send a caterpillar,

Yet once more

And so inflict our province.

Let me entreat to know at large the cause

Of

your king's sorrow.

Hel.

But see, I am prevented.

Sit, sir, I will recount it;

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 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.

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.

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
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 parent-

age,

You would not do me violence 99.

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 weep

ing.

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.

'Twould seem like lies disdain'd in the reporting.

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'd 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 saidst