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- # V. i. 32—71
## Overview
This is a section from the play *Pericles, Prince of Tyre*, spanning lines 32 to 71 of Act V, scene i. It is extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. This section contains dialogue between various characters, including Pericles, and introduces the character of Marina.
## Context
This section is part of the chapter titled [Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A) within the play. It is preceded by section [V. 20-24—V. i. 31](arke:01KG6S5NPRWAWVVFZG4BMK5F32) and followed by section [V. i. 72—109](arke:01KG6S5NPWX8CKN5ESJ9RB5SNS). The play is included in the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection, which is used for network testing.
## Contents
This section begins with a scene involving characters Holl, Ly, and others, discussing Pericles. The scene shifts to the introduction of Marina, who is described as a "gallant Ladie." Pericles, in a state of grief, engages in a conversation with Marina. The dialogue focuses on Marina's origins and her ability to bring Pericles out of his sorrow.
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- V. i. 32—71
# Poricle's Prince of Tyre.
Holl. You may, but bootleffse. Is your fight, hee will not
speake to any, yet let me obtaine my wift.
Ly. Behold him, this was a goodly person.
Holl. Till the disaster that one mortall wight drouc him
to this.
Ly. Sir King all haile, the Goda preferue you, haile
royalist.
Holl. It is in vaine, he will not speake to you.
Lord. Sir we hauc a maid in Massime, I durft wager would
win some words of him.
Ly. Tis well bethought, she quesitionleffse with her sweet
harmonie, and other chosen attractions, would allure and
make a batrie through his defend parts, which now are
midway stopt, shee is all happie as the fairest of all, and her
fellow maides, now vpon the leauie shelter that abutts a-
gainst the Islands side.
Holl. Sure all effeoffse, yet nothing weele omit that
beares recoueries name. But since your kindneffe wee hauc
stretch thus farre, let vs beseech you, that for our golde
we may prouition hauc, wherein we are not deftiture for
want, but wearie for the stalenefle.
Ly. O sir, a curteffe, which if we should denie; the most
inft God for cuery graffe would send a Caterpillar, and so
inflict our Province: yet once more let mee intreate to
knowe at large the cause of your kings sorrow.
Holl. Sit sir, I will recount it to you, but see I am pre-
uented.
Ly. O hee'rs the Ladie that I sent for,
Welcome faire one, if not a goodly present?
Holl. Shee's a gallant Ladie.
Ly. Shee's such a one, that were I well affurde
Came of a gentle kinde, and noble stocke, I do wish
No better choife, and thinke me rarely to wed,
Faire on all goodneffe that consifts in beautie,
Expect euen here, where is a kingly patient,
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# Pericles Prince of Tyres
If that thy prosperous and artificial fate,
Can draw him but to answer thee in ought,
Thy sacred Physiske shall receive such pay,
As thy desires can wish.
**Mar.** Sir I will vše my vtmoft skill in his recouerie, provided that none but I and my companion maid be suffered to come neere him.
**Lyf.** Come, let’va leaue her, and the Gods make her prosperous.
**The Song.**
**Lyf.** Marke he your Musicke?
**Mar.** No nor lookt’on vs.
**Lyf.** See the will speake to him.
**Mar.** Haile sir, my Lord lend care.
**Per.** Hum ha.
**Mar.** I am a maid, my Lorde, that nere before invited eyes, but haue beene gazed on like a Comet: She speaks my Lord, that may be, hath endured a griefe might equall yours, if both were iustly wayde, though wayward fortune did maligne my state, my derivation was from ancestors, who stood equioulent with mightie Kings, but time hath rooted out my parentage, and to the world, and augward casualties, bound me in servitude, I will desift, but there is something glowes vpon my cheek, and whifpers in mine care, go not till he speake.
**Per.** My fortunes, parentage, good parentage, to equall mine, was it not thus, what say you?
**Mari.** I fed my Lord, if you did know my parentage, you would not do me violence.
**Per.** I do thinke so, pray you turne your eyes vpon me, your like something that, what Countrey women heare of these shewos?
**Mar.** No, nor of any shewes, yet I was mortally brought forth, and am no other then I appeare.
**Per.** I am great with woe, and shall deliver weeping: my dearest wife was like this maid, and sucha one my daugh-
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- V. i. 32—71