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What minstrelsy, and pretty din
The regent made in Mytilene
To greet the King. So he thrived
That he is promised to be wived [10]

To fair Marina, but in no wise
Till he had done his sacrifice
As Dian bade; whereto being bound,
The interim, pray you, all confound.

In feathered briefness sails are filled, [15]
And wishes fall out as they’re willed.
At Ephesus the temple see,
Our king, and all his company.

That he can hither come so soon
Is by your fancies’ thankful doom. [20]
Exit.

Scene III IT

Enter on one side Thaisa and virgin priestesses of Diana, Cerimon, and
other inhabitants of Ephesus; on the other side, Pericles, Marina, Lysimachus,
Helicanus, and Lords.

PERICLES
Hail, Dian! To perform thy just command

I here confess myself the King of Tyre,
Who, frighted from my country, did wed
At Pentapolis the fair Thaisa.
At sea in childbed died she, but brought forth [5]

A maid-child called Marina, who, O goddess,
Wears yet thy silver livery. She at Tarsus
Was nursed with Cleon, whom at fourteen years
He sought to murder. But her better stars

Brought her to Mytilene; ’gainst whose shore [10]
Riding, her fortunes brought the maid aboard us,
Where, by her own most clear remembrance, she
Made known herself my daughter.