Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 1
Enter Helicanus, to him 2. Saylers.Critical Apparatus1
1. Say. Where is Lord Helicanus? hee can resolue you,
2O here he is
3Sir, there is a barge put off from Metaline,
Critical Apparatus4And in it is Lysimachus the Gouernour,
5Who craues to come a-boord, what is your will?6
Helly. That hee haue his, call vp some Gentlemen.Critical Apparatus7
[1.] Say. Ho Gentlemen, my Lord calls.Enter two or three Gentlemen.
1. Gent. Doeth your Lordship call?Critical Apparatus8
Helli. Gentlemen there is some of worth would come aboord,
Critical Apparatus9I pray [you] greet him fairely.Enter Lysimachus.
[2.] Say. Sir,
pg 1420Critical Apparatus10This is the man that can in ought you would
Critical Apparatus11Resolue you.
Lys. Hayle reuerent Syr, the Gods
Critical Apparatus12Preserue you.
Hell. And you to out-liue the age I am,
Critical Apparatus13And die as I would doe.
Li. You wish mee well,
14Beeing on shore, honoring of Neptunes triumphs,
15Seeing this goodly vessell ride before vs,
16I made to it, to knowe of whence you are.Critical Apparatus17
Hell. First what is your place?18
Ly. I am the Gouernour of this place you lie before.Critical Apparatus19
Hell. Syr our vessell is of Tyre, in it the King,
20A man, who for this three moneths hath not spoken
21To anie one, nor taken sustenance,
Critical Apparatus22But to prorogue his griefe.Critical Apparatus23
Li. Vpon what ground is his distemperature?Critical Apparatus24
Hell. Twould be too tedious to repeat, but the mayne griefe
Critical Apparatus25Springs frō the losse of a beloued daughter
H3rCritical Apparatus26& a wife.
Li. May wee not see him?
Hell. You may,
Critical Apparatus27But bootlesse is your sight, hee will not speake
Critical Apparatus28To any.
[Lys.] Let me [yet] obtaine my wish.Critical Apparatus29
[Hell.] Behold him, this was a goodly person,
Critical Apparatus30[Till] the disaster that one mortall [night]
31Droue him to this.pg 1421 Critical Apparatus32
Lys. Sir King all haile, the Gods preserue you, haile royall sir.33
Hell. It is in vaine, he will not speake to you.Critical Apparatus34
Lord. Sir we haue a maid in [Metaline], I durst wager
Critical Apparatus35Would win some words of him.
Lys. Tis well bethought,
36She questionlesse with her sweet harmonie,
Critical Apparatus37And other [choise] attractions, would allure
Critical Apparatus38And make a battrie through his defend [ports],
39Which now are midway stopt,
Critical Apparatus40Shee [in] all happie as the fairest of all,
Critical Apparatus41And [with] her fellow [maide is], now vpon
42The leauie shelter that abutts against
Critical Apparatus43The Islands side.Critical Apparatus44
Hell. Sure all effectlesse, yet nothing weele omit
45That beares recoueries name. But since your kindnesse
46Wee haue stretcht thus farre, let vs beseech you,
47That for our golde we may prouision haue,
48Wherein we are not destitute for want,
Critical Apparatus49But wearie for the stalenesse.
Lys. O sir, a curtesie,
Critical Apparatus50Which if we should denie, the most iust [Gods]
51For euery graffe would send a Caterpillar,
52And so inflict our Prouince: yet once more
pg 142253Let mee intreate to knowe at large the cause
Critical Apparatus54Of your kings sorrow.
Holl. Sit sir, I will recount it to you,
Critical Apparatus55But see I am preuented.
Lys. O [heer's] the Ladie
56That I sent for, welcome faire one, ist not
Critical Apparatus57A goodly [presenc]?
Hell. Shee's a gallant Ladie.58
Lys. Shee's such a one, that were I well assurde
Critical Apparatus59Came of a gentle kinde, [or] noble stocke, [Ide] wish
Critical Apparatus60No better choise, and thinke me rarely [wed],
Critical Apparatus61Faire on all goodnesse that consists in [bountie],
62Expect euen here, where is a kingly patient,
Critical Apparatus64Can draw him but to answere thee in ought,
65Thy sacred Physicke shall receiue such pay,
Critical Apparatus66As thy desires can wish.
Mar. Sir I will vse
Critical Apparatus67My vtmost skill in his recouerie, prouided
68That none but I and my companion maid
Critical Apparatus69Be suffered to come neere him.
Lys. Come, let vs leaue her,
Critical Apparatus70And the Gods make her [presence] prosperous.The Song.Critical Apparatus71
Lys. [Markt] he your Musicke?
Mar. No nor lookt on vs.72
Lys. See she will speake to him.Critical Apparatus73
Mar. Haile sir, my Lord lend eare.
Per. Hum, ha.
Mar. I am a maid,
74My Lorde, that nere before inuited eyes,
75But haue beene gazed on like a Comet: She speaks
pg 142376My Lord, that may be, hath endured a griefe
77Might equall yours, if both were iustly wayde,
78Though wayward fortune did maligne my state,
79My deriuation was from ancestors,
80Who stood equiuolent with mightie Kings,
81But time hath rooted out my parentage,
82And to the world, and augward casualties,
83Bound me in seruitude, I will desist,
84But there is something glowes vpon my cheek,
Critical Apparatus85And whispers in mine eare, go not till he speake.Critical Apparatus86
Per. My fortunes, parentage, good parentage,
87To equall mine, was it not thus, what say you?Critical Apparatus88
Mari. I sed my Lord, if you did know my parentage,
89You would not do me violence.Critical Apparatus90
Per. I do thinke so, pray you turne your eyes vpon me,
Critical Apparatus91Your like something that, what Countrey [woman
Critical Apparatus92Heere] of these [shores]?
Mar. No, nor of any [shores],
93Yet I was mortally brought forth, and am
Critical Apparatus94No other then I appeare.Critical Apparatus95
Per. I am great with woe, and shall deliuer weeping:
Critical Apparatus96My dearest wife was like this maid, and such a one
H4r Link 97My daughter
might haue beene: My Queenes square browes,
98Her stature to an inch, as wandlike-straight,
99As siluer voyst, her eyes as Iewell-like,
100And caste as richly, in pace an other Iuno.
101Who starues the eares shee feedes, and makes them hungrie,
102The more she giues them speech, Where doe you liue?Critical Apparatus103
Mar. Where I am but a straunger from the decke,
Critical Apparatus104You may discerne the place.
Per. Where were you bred?
105And how atchieu'd you these indowments which
Critical Apparatus106You make more rich to owe?
Mar. If I should tell
107My hystorie, it would seeme like lies
Critical Apparatus108Disdaind in the reporting.
Per. Prethee speake,
109Falsnesse cannot come from thee, for thou lookest
Critical Apparatus110Modest as iustice, & thou seemest a [Pallas]
111For the crownd truth to dwell in, I wil beleeue thee
Critical Apparatus112And make [my] senses credit thy relation,
pg 1424Critical Apparatus113To points that seeme impossible, for thou lookest
114Like one I loued indeede: what were thy friends?
Critical Apparatus115Didst thou not [say] when I did push thee backe,
116Which was when I perceiu'd thee that thou camst
Critical Apparatus117From good discending.
Mar. So indeed I did.Critical Apparatus118
Per. Report thy parentage, I think thou saidst
119Thou hadst beene tost from wrong to iniurie,
Critical Apparatus120And that thou [thought'st] thy griefs might equall mine,
Critical Apparatus121If both were opened.
Mar. Some such thing I sed,
Critical Apparatus122And sed no more, but what my thoughts
Critical Apparatus123Did warrant me was likely.
Per. Tell thy storie,
Critical Apparatus124If thine considered proue the thousand part
125Of my enduraunce, thou art a man, and I
126Haue suffered like a girle, yet thou doest looke
127Like patience, gazing on Kings graues, and smiling
128Extremitie out of act, what were thy friends?
Critical Apparatus129Howe lost thou [them]? thy name, my most kinde Virgin?
130Recount I doe beseech thee, Come sit by mee.Critical Apparatus131
Mar. My name is Marina.
Per. Oh I am mockt,
132And thou by some insenced God sent hither
Mar. Patience good sir:
Critical Apparatus134Or here Ile cease.
Per. Nay Ile be patient:
135Thou little knowst howe thou doest startle me
Critical Apparatus136To call thy selfe Marina.
Mar. The name
137Was giuen mee by one that had some power,
Critical Apparatus138My father, and a King.
Per. How, a Kings daughter,
Critical Apparatus139And cald Marina?
Mar. You sed you would beleeue me,
140But not to bee a troubler of your peace,
141I will end here.
Per. But are you flesh and bloud?
Critical Apparatus142Haue you a working pulse, and are no Fairie?
pg 1425143Motion [as] well, speake on, where were you borne?
Critical Apparatus144And wherefore calld Marina?
Mar. Calld Marina,
145For I was borne at sea.
Plr. At sea, what mother?Critical Apparatus146
Mar. My mother was the daughter of a King,
147Who died the minute I was borne,
148As my good Nurse Licherida hath oft
Critical Apparatus149Deliuered weeping.
Per. O stop there a little,
Critical Apparatus150This is the rarest dreame that ere [dull] sleepe
151Did mocke sad fooles withall, This cannot be
152My daughter, buried, well, where were you bred?
153Ile heare you more too'th bottome of your storie,
154And neuer interrupt you.Critical Apparatus155
Mar. You scorne, beleeue me twere best I did giue ore.Critical Apparatus156
Per. I will beleeue you by the syllable
157Of what you shall deliuer, yet giue me leaue,
158How came you in these parts? where were you bred?159
Mar. The King my father did in Tharsus leaue me,
160Till cruel Cleon with his wicked wife,
Critical Apparatus161Did seeke to murther me: and [wooed] a villaine,
Critical Apparatus162To attempt it, who hauing drawne to doo't,
163A crew of Pirats came and rescued me,
Critical Apparatus164Brought me to Metaline, but good sir
Critical Apparatus165Whither wil you haue me? why doe you weep? It may be
Critical Apparatus166You thinke mee an imposture, no good fayth:
167I am the daughter to King Pericles,
168If good king Pericles be.170
Hel. Calls my Lord.171
Per. Thou art a graue and noble Counseller,
Critical Apparatus172Most wise in generall, tell me if thou canst,
173What this mayde is, or what is like to bee,
Critical Apparatus174That thus hath made mee weepe.
Hel. I know not,
pg 1426175But heres the Regent sir of Metaline,
Critical Apparatus176Speakes nobly of her.
Lys. She neuer would tell
177Her parentage, being demaunded, that
178She would sit still and weepe.Critical Apparatus179
Per. Oh Hellicanus, strike me honored sir,
180Giue mee a gash, put me to present paine,
181Least this great sea of ioyes rushing vpon me,
182Ore-beare the shores of my mortalitie,
183And drowne me with their sweetnesse: Oh come hither,
184Thou that begetst him that did thee beget,
185Thou that wast borne at sea, buried at Tharsus,
186And found at sea agen, O Hellicanus,
187Downe on thy knees, thanke the holie Gods as loud
188As thunder threatens vs, this is Marina.
189What was thy mothers name? tell me, but that
190For truth can neuer be confirm'd inough,
Critical Apparatus191Though doubts did euer sleepe.
Mar. [First] sir, I pray
192What is your title?Critical Apparatus193
Per. I am Pericles of Tyre, but tell mee now
Critical Apparatus194My drownd Queenes name, as in the rest [thou] sayd,
195Thou hast beene God-like perfit, the heir of kingdomes,
Critical Apparatus196And an other [life] to Pericles thy father.Critical Apparatus197
Ma. Is it no more to be your daughter, then
Critical Apparatus198To say, my mothers name was Thaisa,
199Thaisa was my mother, who did end
200The minute I began.Critical Apparatus201
Pe. Now blessing on thee, rise th'art my child.
pg 1427Critical Apparatus202Giue me fresh garments, mine owne Hellicanus, shee is
203Not dead at Tharsus as shee should haue beene
Critical Apparatus204By sauage Cleon, she shall tell thee all,
205When thou shalt kneele, and iustifie in knowledge,
206She is thy verie Princes, who is this?I1vCritical Apparatus207
Hel. Sir, tis the gouernor of Metaline,
208Who hearing of your melancholie state,
Critical Apparatus209Did come to see you.
Per. I embrace you [sir]
210Giue me my robes. I am wilde in my beholding,
211O heauens blesse my girle, but harke what Musicke
212Tell, Hellicanus my Marina, tell him
Critical Apparatus213Ore point by point, for yet he seemes to [dout].
214How sure you are my daughter, but what musicke?215
Hel My Lord I heare none.216
Per. None, the Musicke of the Spheres, list my Marina.217
Lys. It is not good to crosse him, giue him way.218
Per. Rarest sounds, do ye not heare?Critical Apparatus219
Lys. Musicke my Lord? I heare.220
Per. Most heauenly Musicke.
Critical Apparatus221It [raps] me vnto listning, and thicke slumber
Critical Apparatus222Hangs vpon mine eyes, let me rest.Critical Apparatus223
Lys. A Pillow for his head, so leaue him all.
Critical Apparatus224Well my companion friends,
225If this but answere to my iust beliefe,
226Ile well remember you.Diana.Critical Apparatus227
Dia. My Temple stands in Ephesus, hie thee thither,
228And doe vppon mine Altar sacrifice,
Critical Apparatus229There when my maiden priests are met together
230[. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
231. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .] before the people all,
232Reueale how thou at sea didst loose thy wife,
pg 1428Critical Apparatus233To mourne thy crosses with thy daughters, call,
Critical Apparatus234And giue them repetition to the [life],
Critical Apparatus235[Performe] my bidding, or thou liuest in woe:
Critical Apparatus236Doo't, and [be] happie, by my siluer bow,
237Awake and tell thy dreame.238
Per. Celestiall Dian, Goddesse Argentine,
Critical Apparatus239I will obey thee Hellicanus.
Per. My purpose was for Tharsus, there to strike,
Critical Apparatus241The inhospitable Cleon, but I am
242For other seruice first, toward Ephesus
Critical Apparatus243Turne our blowne sayles, eftsoones Ile tell thee why,
244Shall we refresh vs sir vpon your shore,
245And giue you golde for such prouision
Lys Sir, with all my heart,
Critical Apparatus247And when you come a shore, I haue another [shuit].Critical Apparatus248
Per. You shall preuaile were it to wooe my daughter,
249For it seemes you haue beene noble towards her.250
Lys. Sir, lend me your arme.
Per. Come my Marina.Exeunt.