Till the disaster, that, one mortal night, Drove him to this. Lys. Sir, king, all hail! the gods preserve you! 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, 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. 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. 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 Who stood equivalent with mighty kings: But there is something glows upon my cheek, age, You would not do me violence 99. Per. I do think so. I pray you, turn your eyes again upon me.- 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 Mar. So indeed I did. Per. Report thy parentage. I think thou saidst |