¶Hel. Sir, tis the gouernor of
Metaline, who hearing of
2195your melancholie
state, did come to
see you.
¶Per. I embrace you, giue me my robes.
¶I am wilde in my beholding, O heauens ble
sse my girle,
¶But harke what Mu
sicke tell,
Hellicanus my
Marina,
¶Tell him ore point by point, for yet he
seemes to doat.
2200How
sure you are my daughter, but what mu
sicke?
¶Hel My Lord I heare none.
¶Per. None, the Mu
sicke of the
Spheres, li
st my
Marina.
¶Lys. It is not good to cro
sse him, giue him way.
¶Per. Rare
st
sounds, do ye not heare?
2205Lys. Mu
sicke my Lord? I heare
.
¶Per. Mo
st heauenly Mu
sicke
.
¶It nips me vnto li
stning, and thicke
slumber
¶Hangs vpon mine eyes, let me re
st.
¶Lys. A Pillow for his head,
so leaue him all
.
2210Well my companion friends, if this but an
swere to my iu
st
¶beliefe, Ile well remember you
.
¶Dia. My Temple
stands in
Ephesus,
¶Hie thee thither, and doe vppon mine Altar
sacrifice,
2215There when my maiden prie
sts are met together before the
¶people all, reueale how thou at
sea did
st loo
se thy wife, to
¶mourne thy cro
sses with thy daughters, call, & giue them
¶repetition to the like, or performe my bidding, or thou li-
¶ue
st in woe: doo't, and happie, by my
siluer bow, awake and
¶Per. Cele
stiall
Dian, Godde
sse
Argentine,
¶I will obey thee
Hellicanus. _Hell. Sir.
¶Per. My purpo
se was for
Tharsus, there to
strike,
¶The inho
spitable
Cleon, but I am for other
seruice fir
st,
2225Toward
Ephesus turne our blowne
sayles,
¶Eft
soones Ile tell thee why,
shall we refre
sh vs
sir vpon your
¶shore , and giue you golde for
such proui
sion as our in-
