Pericles left his baby daughter, Marina is Tarsus many years ago,
MARINA: Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.
PERICLES: Hum, ha!
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, may be, hath endured a grief
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage,
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.
I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek,
And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.'
PERICLES: My fortunes--parentage--good parentage--
To equal mine!--was it not thus? what say you?
MARINA: I said, my lord, if you did know my parentage,
You would not do me violence.
PERICLES: I do
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