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That for our gold we may provision have,
Wherein we are not destitute for want,
But weary for the staleness.

LYSIMACHUS
O, sir, a courtesy
Which if we should deny, the most just God [55]

For every graff would send a caterpillar,
And so inflict our province. Yet once more
Let me entreat to know at large the cause

Of your king’s sorrow.

HELICANUS

Sit, sir. I will recount it to you. But see, [60]
I am prevented.

Enter Lord, with Marina and her companion.

LYSIMACHUS
O, here’s the lady that I sent for.
Welcome, fair one! Is’t not a goodly presence?

HELICANUS

She’s a gallant lady.

LYSIMACHUS

She’s such a one that, were I well assured [65]
Came of a gentle kind and noble stock,
I’d wish no better choice, and think me rarely wed.
Fair one, all goodness that consists in beauty,

Expect even here, where is a kingly patient,
If that thy prosperous and artificial feat [70]
Can draw him but to answer thee in aught,
Thy sacred physic shall receive such pay

As thy desires can wish.

MARINA