Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 485 words
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So indeed I did. Report thy parentage, I think thou saidst thou hadst been tossed from wrong to injury, and that thou thoughts thy griefs might equal mine, if both were opened. Some such thing I said, and said no more, but what my thoughts did warrant me was likely. Tell thy story, if thine considered prove the thousand part of my enduraunce, thou art a man, and I have suffered like a girl, yet thou dost look like patience, gazing on King's graves, and smiling extremity out of act, what were thy friends? how lost thou thy name, my most kind Virgin? recount I do beseech thee, Come sit by me. My name is Marina. Oh I am mocked, and thou by some insenced God sent hither to make the world to laugh at me. Patience good sir: or here I'll cease. Nay I'll be patient: thou little know'st how thou dost startle me to call thyself Marina. The name was given me by one that had some power, my father, and a King. How, a King's daughter, and called Marina? You said you would believe me, but not to be a troubler of your peace, I will end here. But are you flesh and blood? Have you a working pulse, and are no Fairy? Motion well, speak on, where were you borne? And wherefore called Marina? Called Marina, for I was borne at sea. At sea, what mother? My mother was the daughter of a King, who died the minute I was borne, as my good Nurse Lichorida hath oft delivered weeping. O stop there a little, this is the rarest dream That ere dulled sleep did mock sad fools withal, This cannot be my daughter, buried, well, where were you bred? I'll hear you more toth' bottom of your story, and never interrupt you. You scorn, believe me 'twere best I did give over. I will believe you by the syllable of what you shall deliver, yet give me leave, how came you in these parts? where were you bred? The King my father did in Tharsus leave me, Till , Did seek to murder me: and having wooed a villain, To attempt it, who having drawn to do't, A crew of pirates came and rescued me, Brought me to Metaline, But good sir whither will you have me? why do you weep? It may be you think me an imposture, no good faith: I am the daughter to King P●ricl●s', if good king P●ricles' be. Hoe, Hellicanus? Calls my Lord. Thou art a grave and noble Counsellor, Most wise in general, tell me if thou canst, what this maid is, or what is like to be, that thus hath made me weep. I know not, but here's the Regent sir of Metaline, speaks nobly of her. She never would tell her parentage, Being demanded, that she would sit still and weep.
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So indeed I did. Report thy parentage, I think thou saidst thou hadst beene tost from wrong to iniurie, and that thou thoughts thy griefs might equall mine, if both were opened. Some such thing I sed, and sed no more, but what my thoughts did warrant me was likely. Tell thy storie, if thine considered proue the thousand part of my enduraunce, thou art a man, and I haue suffered like a girle, yet thou doest looke like patience, gazing on Kings graues, and smiling extremitie out of act, what were thy friends? howe lost thou thy name, my most kinde Virgin? recount I doe beseech thee, Come sit by mee. My name is Marina. Oh I am mockt, and thou by some insenced God sent hither to make the world to laugh at me. Patience good sir: or here Ile cease. Nay Ile be patient: thou little knowst howe thou doest startle me to call thy selfe Marina. Th name was giuen mee by one that had some power, my father, and a King. How, a Kings daughter, and cald Marina? You sed you would beleeue me, but not to bee a troubler of your peace, I will end here. But are you flesh and bloud? Haue you a working pule, and are no Fairie? Motion well, speake on, where were you borne? And wherefore calld Marina? Calld Marina▪ for I was borne at sea. At sea, what mother? My mother was the daughter of a King, who died the minute I was borne, as my good Nurse hath oft deliuered weeping. O stop there a little, this is the rarest dreame That ere duld sleepe did mocke sad fooles withall, This cannot be my daughter, buried, well, where were you bred? Ile heare you more oo'th bottome of your stone, and neuer interrupt you. You sorne, beleeue me twere best I did giue ore. I will beleeue ou by the syllable of what you shall deliuer, yet giue me leaue, how came you in these parts? where were you bred? The King my father did in Tharus leaue me, Till , Did seeke to murther me: and hauing wooed a villaine, To attempt it, who hauing drawne to doo't, A crew of came and rescued me, Brought me to Metaline, But good sir whither wil you haue me? why doe you weep? It may be you thinke mee an imposture, no good fayth: I am the dughter to King Pricls, if goo king Pricles be. Hoe, Hellicas? Calls my Lord. Thou art a graue and noble Counseller, Most wise in generall, tell me if thou canst, what this mayde is, or what is like to bee, that thus hath made me weepe. I know not, but heres the Regent sir of Metalin, speakes nobly of her. She neuer would tell her parentage, Being demaunded, that she would sit still and weepe.