MARINA.
My name is Marina.
PERICLES.
O, I am mock’d,
And thou by some incensed god sent hither
To make the world to laugh at me.
MARINA.
Patience, good sir,
Or here I’ll cease.
PERICLES.
Nay, I’ll be patient.
Thou little know’st how thou dost startle me,
To call thyself Marina.
MARINA.
The name
Was given me by one that had some power,
My father, and a king.
PERICLES.
How! a king’s daughter?
And call’d Marina?
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?
Have you a working pulse? and are no fairy?
Motion! Well; speak on. Where were you born?
And wherefore call’d Marina?
MARINA.
Call’d Marina
For I was born at sea.
PERICLES.
At sea! What mother?