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# Pericles Prince of Tyre. ter might haue beene: My Queenes square brows, her flature to an inch, as wandlike-straight, as filuer voyst, her eyes as lewels-like, and caste as richly, in pace an o ther lume. Who flarues the eares thee feedes, and makes them hungrie, the more the giues them speech, Where doe you liue? Mar. Where I am but a ftraunger; from the decke, you may discern the place. Per. Where were you bred? and how archieu’d you these indowments which you make more rich to owe? Mar. If I should tell my hystorie, it would feeme like lies disdain in the reporting. Per. Prethee speake, falfneffe cannot come from thee, for thou lookeft modeft as iuftice, & thou feemeft a Pallas for the crowd truth to dwell in I wil beleeue thee, & make fenees credit thy relation, to points that feeme imposfible, for thou lookeft like one I loued indeede: what were thy friends? didft thou not fty when I did push thee backe, which was, when I perceiu’d thee that thou camft from good diffending. Mar. So indeed I did. Per. Report thy parentage, I think thou faidft thou hadft beene toft from wrong to inurie, and that thou thoughts thy griefs might equall mine, if both were opened. Mar. Some such thing I fed, and fed no more, but what my thoughts did warrant me was likely. Per. Tell thy fforie, if thine confidered proue the thou- fand part of my enduraunce, thou art a man, and I haue suffered like a girfe, yet thou doeft looke like patience, gazing on Kings graues, and smiling extremitie out of aft, what were thy friends? howe loft thou thy name, my moft kinde Virgin? recount I doe befeech thee, Come fit by mee. Mar. My name is Marina. Per. Oh I am mockt, and thou by some infenced God fent hither to make the world to laugh at me. Mar. Patience V. i. 109—146
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