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- # V. i. 72—109
## Overview
This is a section from the play *Pericles, Prince of Tyre*, spanning lines 72 to 109 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 Pericles and Marina.
## Context
This section is part of the chapter titled [Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A) within the play. It is preceded by section [V. i. 32—71](arke:01KG6S5NPVA0N7R8GTTPYW38X7) and followed by section [V. i. 109—146](arke:01KG6S5NPWZR5RZFHYX6G9845B). 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 primarily contains a conversation between Pericles and Marina. Pericles is in a state of grief and initially questions Marina about her origins and parentage. He is struck by her resemblance to his deceased wife and daughter. Marina recounts being a stranger and alludes to a history that sounds like lies. Pericles presses her to speak, expressing that falsehood cannot come from her. He notes her modest appearance and compares her to Pallas. Pericles asks about her friends and if she was put off when he pushed her back, which he did when he perceived she came from good descending. Marina confirms she did. Pericles asks her to report her parentage and recounts she said she had been tossed from wrong to injury and that she thought her griefs might equal his if both were opened. Marina confirms she said some such thing. Pericles asks her to tell her story and recounts his own suffering. He asks what her friends were and how she lost her name. Marina reveals her name is Marina, leading Pericles to believe he is being mocked by a God.
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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
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