Page 233 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

MARINA

You said you would believe me,
But, not to be a troubler of your peace,
I will end here.

PERICLES
But are you flesh and blood? [150]

Have you a working pulse? And are no fairy?
Motion as well? Speak on. Where were you born?
And wherefore called Marina?

MARINA
Called Marina
For I was born at sea.

PERICLES

At sea! what mother?

MARINA

My mother was the daughter of a king; [155]
Who died the minute I was born,
As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft

Delivered weeping.

PERICLES

O, stop there a little!
This is the rarest dream
That e’er dull sleep did mock sad fools withal. [160]
This cannot be my daughter, buried!

Well, where were you bred?
I’ll hear you more, to the bottom of your story,
And never interrupt you.

MARINA
You scorn; believe me,

’Twere best I did give o’er.