Page 229 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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Sir, I will use
My utmost skill in his recovery, provided
That none but I and my companion maid [75]
Be suffered to come near him.
LYSIMACHUS
Come, let us leave her,
And the gods make her prosperous.
They withdraw.
Marina sings.
LYSIMACHUS
(coming forward)
Marked he your music?
MARINA
No, nor looked on us.
LYSIMACHUS
(withdrawing)
See, she will speak to him.
MARINA
Hal, sir! My lord, lend ear.
PERICLES
Hum, ha! [80]
MARINA
I am a maid,
My lord, that ne’er before invited eyes,
But have been gazed on like a comet. She speaks,
My lord, that maybe hath endured a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weighed. [85]
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
