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- # V. i. 146—181
## Overview
This is a section from the play *Pericles, Prince of Tyre*, spanning lines 146 to 181 of Act V, scene i. It is extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is part of the [Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A) chapter. This section contains dialogue between Pericles, Helicanus, Lysimachus and Marina.
## Context
This section is part of a larger collection of materials in the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. It follows the section [V. i. 109—146](arke:01KG6S5NPWZR5RZFHYX6G9845B) and precedes the section [V. i. 182—220](arke:01KG6S5P7H5FXXE213M6Q5RKXP) within the play. The play *Pericles* is contained within the larger poetry collection.
## Contents
This section depicts a key moment in the play where Pericles begins to recognize Marina as his daughter. The dialogue reveals Marina's history, including her birth at sea, upbringing in Tarsus, and rescue by pirates. Pericles expresses his emotional turmoil and disbelief, seeking confirmation from Helicanus. The scene culminates in Pericles acknowledging Marina as his child.
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
**Heli. Hoe, Hellicanus?**
**Hel. Calls my Lord!**
**Per.** Thou art a grave and noble Counfeller,
Moet wife; in general, tell me if thou canst what this mayde is, or what is like to bee; that thus hath made mee weepe.
**Heli.** I know not, but heres the Regent fir of *Metaline*, speakes nobly of her.
**Lys.** She neuer would tell her parentage,
Being deemanded that she would fir still and weepe.
**Per.** Oh Hellicanus, strike me honored fir, giue mee a gath, put me to present paine, least this great fea of foyea rushing vpon me, ore-bear the shores of my mortalitie, and drowne me with their fweemese: Oh come hither,
thou that begeft himahat did thee beget,
Thou that waft borne at fea, buried at *Tharfus*,
And found at feaagen, O Hellicanus,
Downe on thy knees, thanke the holie Gods as loud
As thunder threatens vasthis is *Marine*.
What was thy mothers game? tell me, but that
for truth can neuer be confirm'd inough,
Though doubts did euer feepe.
**Mar.** Frift fir, I pray what is your title?
**Per.** I am Pericles of Tyre; but tell me now my
Drownd Queenes name, as in the rest you fayd,
Thou hast beene God-like perfit, the heir of kingdomes,
And an other like to Pericles thy father.
**Ma.** Is it no more to be your daughter, then to fay, my
mothers name was Tharfa/Tharfa was my mother, who did
end the minute I began.
**Pe.** Now bleffing on thee, rife th'art my child.
Giue me freth gareients, mine owne Hellicanus. thee is not
dead at Tharfus as thee should haue beene by faunge *Clem*;
the shall tell thee all, whest thou shalt kneele, and iusfiie in
knowledge, the is thy verie Princes who is this?
**Hel. Sir**
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