Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre, welcomed and settled as he desired. His grieving queen we leave at Ephesus, become a priestess devoted to Diana. Now turn your mind to Marina, whom our fast-moving scene must show at Tarsus, trained by Cleon in the letters of music; who has gained all the grace that education offers, which makes her both the heart and center of universal wonder. But, alas, envy—that monster, often the ruin of earned praise—seeks to take Marina's life through treason's knife. And in this way, Cleon has one daughter, a full-grown young woman ripe for marriage; this girl named Philoten: and it is said for certain in our story that she would always be with Marina. Whether when she wove the separated silk with fingers long, small, white as milk; or when she would with sharp needle wound the fine linen, making it even finer by piercing it; or when she would sing to the lute, and made the night-bird silent that usually records with moans; or when she would with rich and steady pen bend in reverence to her mistress Diana; still this Philoten competes in skill with Marina completely: so the dove of Paphos might compete in white feathers with the crow. Marina gets all praises, which are paid as debts, not as gifts. This darkness falls so on Philoten's graceful marks that Cleon's wife, with rare envy, prepares a murderer for good Marina, so her daughter might stand without equal through this slaughter. To hurry her wicked thoughts forward, Lychorida, our nurse, is dead: and cursed Dionyza has the instrument of wrath ready for this blow. The future event I leave to your imagination: Only I carry winged time rushing on the lame feet of my verse; which I could never convey so well unless your thoughts followed my path. Dionyza appears now, with Leonine, a murderer. [Scene at Tarsus, an open place near the seashore] Remember your oath; you've sworn to do it: it's only a blow, which will never be known. You can't do anything in the world so quickly to earn such profit. Don't let conscience, which is only weak, inflaming love in your heart, inflame it too finely; nor let pity, which even women have cast off, soften you; instead be a soldier to your purpose. I will do it; but still she is a goodly creature. All the more reason the gods should have her. Here she comes, weeping for her only mistress's death. Are you resolved? I am resolved. No, I will rob the earth of its flowers to scatter on your grave: the yellows, blues, the purple violets, and marigolds, shall like a carpet hang upon your grave, while summer days last. Oh me! poor girl, born in a tempest, when my mother died, this world to me is like a lasting storm, whirling me away from my friends. How now, Marina! why do you stay alone? Why isn't my daughter with you? Don't waste your health with sorrowing; do I not serve as your nurse? Lord, how your appearance has changed with this pointless grief! Come, give me your flowers, before the sea ruins them. Walk with Leonine; the air is fresh there, and it pierces and sharpens the appetite. Come, Leonine, take her by the arm, walk with her. No, I pray you; I won't rob you of your servant. Come, come; I love your father the king, and you, with more than a foreigner's heart. We every day expect him here: when he comes and finds our outstanding one so spoiled, he will regret the length of his great voyage; blame both my lord and me, that we have taken no care for your best interests. Go, I pray you, walk, and be cheerful once again; keep that excellent complexion, which did steal the eyes of young and old. Don't worry about me; I can go home alone. Well, I will go; but I have no desire for it. Come, come, I know it's good for you. Walk for half an hour, Leonine, at least: remember what I have said. I promise you, madam. I'll leave you, my sweet lady, for a while: Please, walk gently, don't overheat your blood: I must take care of you. My thanks, sweet madam. Is this wind from the west that blows? Southwest. When I was born the wind was north. Was it? My father, as the nurse told me, never feared, but called 'Good seamen!' to the sailors, grasping his royal hands, pulling ropes; and holding the mast, endured a sea that nearly broke the deck. When was this? When I was born: Never were waves or wind more violent; and from the rigging ladder a sailor is washed off. 'Ha!' says one, 'will you come down?' And with clumsy effort they jump from stern to bow: the boatswain whistles, and the captain shouts and triples their confusion. Come, say your prayers. What do you mean? If you need a little time to pray, I allow it: pray; but don't be slow, for the gods hear quickly, and I am sworn to do my work with haste. Why will you kill me? To satisfy my lady. Why would she want me killed now? As I can remember, truly, I never hurt her in all my life: I never spoke badly, nor did any wrong to any living creature: believe me, I never killed a mouse, nor hurt a fly: I stepped on a worm against my will and I wept for it. How have I offended, wherein my death might give her any profit, or my life bring her any danger? My orders are not to question the deed, but do it. You won't do it for all the world, I hope. You're well-favored, and your looks show you have a gentle heart. I saw you recently, when you were hurt separating two who fought: truly, it showed well in you: do so now: Your lady wants my life; come between and save poor me, the weaker. I am sworn, and will kill you. Wait, villain! A prize! a prize! Share it equally, mates, share it, come, let's take her aboard quickly. These thieving rogues serve the great pirate Valdes; and they have taken Marina. Let her go: there's no hope she will return. I'll swear she's dead and thrown into the sea. But I'll look further: Perhaps they will only use her, not carry her aboard. If she remains, whoever ravished her must be killed by me. [Scene in Mytilene, a room in a brothel] Boult! Sir? Search the market carefully; Mytilene is full of gallants. We lost too much money this season by not having enough girls. We've never had so few workers. We have only three poor ones, and they can't do more than they can; and they from constant use are almost worthless. Therefore let's have fresh ones, whatever we pay for them. If there's no conscience used in every trade, we'll never succeed. You speak truly: it's not just our raising of poor bastards—as I think, I've raised about eleven— Yes, up to eleven; and brought them down again. But shall I search the market? What else, man? The goods we have, a strong wind will blow them to pieces, they're so badly worn out. You're right; they're too damaged, in truth. The poor Transylvanian girl is dead, the one who lay with the little creature. Yes, she quickly wore him out; she made him food for worms. But I'll go search the market. Three or four thousand gold coins would be a nice amount to live quietly on, and then retire. Why retire, I ask you? Is it shameful to get money when we're old? Oh, our reputation doesn't come in like the goods, nor do the goods pay as well as the risk: therefore, if in our youth we could collect some pretty wealth, it wouldn't hurt to keep our door locked. Besides, the bad terms we have with the gods will be strong against us if we retire. Come, other kinds of people offend as well as we do. As well as we! yes, and worse too; we offend worse. And our profession isn't even a respectable trade; it's no calling. But here comes Boult. BOULT Oh sir, we have no doubt of it. Master, I have secured this piece, you see: if you like her, fine; if not, I've lost my deposit. Boult, does she have good qualities? She has a good face, speaks well and has excellent fine clothes: there's no other quality needed to make her be rejected. What is her price, Boult? I won't reduce a single coin from a thousand pieces. Well, follow me, my masters, you'll have your money right away. Wife, take her in; teach her what she has to do, so she won't be inexperienced in her role. Boult, get her marks—the color of her hair, complexion, height, her age, and proof of her virginity; and announce 'He who gives most shall have her first.' Such virginity isn't cheap, if men were as they used to be. Get this done as I command you. It will be done. I'm sorry Leonine was so slack, so slow! He should have struck, not talked; or these pirates, not barbarous enough, hadn't thrown me overboard to look for my mother! Why do you grieve, pretty one? That I am pretty. Come, the gods have done their part for you. I don't blame them. You've fallen into my hands, where you'll live well. It's more my fault to escape his hands where I was about to die. Yes, and you will live in pleasure. No. Yes, truly you will, and you'll know gentlemen of all kinds: you'll do well; you'll experience men of all types. Why! do you cover your ears? Are you a woman? What would you have me be, if I'm not a woman? An honest woman, or not a woman. Well, I'll beat you then: I think I'll have to work with you. Come, you're a young foolish girl, and I'll bend you as I want. The gods protect me! If the gods protect you through men, then men must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir you up. Boult has returned. Now, sir, have you announced her through the market? I've announced her almost to the number of hairs on her head; I've painted her picture with my voice. And I ask you to tell me, how did you find the interest of the people, especially the younger ones? Truly, they listened to me as if I were reading their father's will. There was a Spaniard who got so excited that he went to bed just from hearing her description. We'll have him here tomorrow in his finest clothes. Tonight, tonight. But, mistress, do you know the French knight who is lame? Who, Monsieur Veroles? Yes, him: he offered to dance at the announcement; but he groaned and swore he would see her tomorrow. Well, as for him, he brought his disease here: he's just fixing it. I know he'll come in secret to spend his money. Well, if we had a traveler from every nation, we could lodge them with this sign. upon you. Pay attention: you must seem to do fearfully what you do willingly, scorn profit where you gain the most. To weep that you live as you do brings pity from your lovers: usually pity brings a good opinion, and that opinion brings real profit. I don't understand you. Oh, take her home, mistress, take her home: these blushes of hers must be stopped with some immediate experience. You're right, truly, they must; for a bride goes to that with shame when it should be her rightful way. Truly, some do and some don't. But, mistress, if I have bought the joint— You can cut a piece off the spit. I can. Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the style of your clothes well. Yes, by my faith, they won't be changed yet. Boult, spend that in the town: tell people what a lodger we have; you'll lose nothing by custom. When nature made this piece, she meant to do you a favor; so say what a perfect one she is, and you'll harvest the reward from your own words. I promise you, mistress, thunder won't wake eels as much as my spreading word of her beauty stirs up the lustful. I'll bring some back tonight. Come your way; follow me. If fires burn hot, knives are sharp, or waters run deep, I will still keep my virginity tied. Diana, help my purpose! What do we have to do with Diana? Please, will you go with us?

Picture Pericles arriving at Tyre, settling in happily. His sad wife we leave at Ephesus, where she's now a priestess of Diana. Now focus on Marina, who our story shows being raised in Tarsus by Cleon. She's been trained in music and has become so graceful and wonderful that everyone admires her. But envy—that monster that destroys people's hard-earned fame—wants to kill Marina because she's so perfect. Cleon has a daughter named Philoten who's grown up and ready to marry. Wherever Marina goes, Philoten's always there too, whether Marina's weaving silk with her perfect delicate fingers, or embroidering fine cloth, or singing to the lute so beautifully that even the nightingale stops singing, or writing reverent poems to Diana. But Marina outshines her in everything. Philoten gets so overshadowed that Cleon's wife Dionyza gets extremely jealous and decides to have Marina killed so her own daughter can be the prettiest. To make her evil plan work faster, the nurse Lychorida dies, and Dionyza is ready to kill Marina. Let's skip what happens and just imagine: I'm trying to rush time along with my verse, but I need you to use your imagination to make this work. Now Dionyza and Leonine, a hired murderer, appear. [At Tarsus, by the seashore] Don't forget you swore to do this. It's just one blow, and nobody will ever know it happened. You can't do anything faster to make so much profit. Don't let conscience—which is weak anyway—or love make you hesitate. Don't let pity, something even women get over, soften you. Be a soldier and do what you're supposed to do. / I'll do it, but she's really beautiful. / Exactly—the gods deserve to have her. Oh, here she comes crying because her mistress died. Are you going to do this? / Yes, I'm committed. / No, I'll cover your grave with flowers from the earth—yellows, blues, purple violets, marigolds—like a carpet, all summer long. / Oh no, I'm so miserable! I was born during a terrible storm when my mother died, and ever since the world has felt like one long storm, blowing me away from everyone I care about. / Marina, why are you standing alone? Where's my daughter? / Don't make yourself sick with grief. Aren't I like a nurse to you? Your face has gotten so pale from all this sad crying! / Come on, give me your flowers before the salt water ruins them. Go take a walk with Leonine; the sea air there is fresh and will help you feel better. / Come on, Leonine, take her arm and walk with her. / No, please, I don't want to lose my servant. / Come on, I love your father the king and you very much. We're waiting every day for him to come back, and when he sees how our perfect girl has been ruined, he's going to regret that long voyage and blame us for not taking better care of you. Go on, walk around and cheer up again; keep that beautiful complexion that everyone loves. Don't worry about me; I can get home alone. / Okay, I'll go, but I don't really want to. / Come on, I know it's good for you. / I'll walk with you, Leonine, for at least thirty minutes. Remember what I told you. / I promise, madam. / I'll leave you for a while, my sweet lady. Please walk slowly and don't get too overheated. I have to make sure you're okay. / Thank you, madam. / Is that wind coming from the west? / Southwest. / When I was born, the wind was from the north. / Really? / My father—the nurse said—was never afraid. He yelled 'Good sailors!' to the crew and grabbed the ropes with his royal hands. He held onto the mast during a sea so terrible it almost broke the ship in half. / When was that? / When I was born. The waves and wind were absolutely violent. A sailor got washed off the rigging. One of them yelled, 'Will you stay on?' and they scrambled around between the back and front of the ship. The boatswain whistled and the captain was shouting, which made everything more confused. / Come on, say your prayers. / What do you mean? / If you need time to pray, you can. But don't be slow about it, because the gods listen fast, and I've sworn to finish this quickly. / Why are you going to kill me? / Because my lady wants me to. / Why does she want me dead? / As far as I can remember, I swear I've never hurt her. I've never said anything mean or done anything wrong to any living thing. I've never even killed a mouse or hurt a fly. I stepped on a worm by accident and I cried about it. How have I hurt her? How would my death help her or my life hurt her? / I don't ask questions; I just do what I'm told. / You're not going to do this, I hope. You seem like a good person. I saw you once when you got hurt trying to break up a fight—it showed you have a kind heart. Please do that now. My lady wants me dead; come between us and save me, the weaker one. / I've sworn to do this and I will. / Stop, villain! / A prize! A prize! / Split it half and half, mates, let's take her aboard fast! / These robbing thieves work for the pirate Valdes, and they've grabbed Marina. Let her go—there's no chance she'll come back. I'll swear she's dead and thrown in the sea. But I'll check further. Maybe they'll just use her and not take her with them. If she stays, I'll have to kill whoever attacked her. [In Mytilene, in a brothel] Boult! / Sir? / Search the market carefully. Mytilene is full of rich men. We lost too much money this season because we don't have enough girls. / We've never been this short-handed. We only have three, and they're exhausted from working constantly. / So let's get new ones, whatever it costs. If people aren't honest in every business, we'll never do well. / You're right. I mean, we're not just raising poor orphans—I think I've raised about eleven. / Yes, up to eleven, and then got rid of them. But should I search the market? / What else, man? The girls we have are so worn out that a strong wind would blow them apart. / Right, they're pretty much useless. That poor Transylvanian girl died, remember, the one who was with that disgusting customer. / Yeah, she killed him quickly; she made him worm food. I'll go search. / Three or four thousand gold coins would be nice to live on and retire. / Why retire? Is it shameful to make money when you're old? / Our reputation doesn't come in as fast as goods sell, and goods don't pay as well as the risk we take. So if when we were younger we could've saved up a nice amount, it would've been good to lock the door and stop. Besides, the gods will hold us to account if we retire. / Come on, other businesses are just as bad as ours. / Worse even. Our business isn't really respectable; it's not even a real profession. Here comes Boult. / Oh sir, we're sure about it. / Master, I got this girl for you—if you like her, great; if not, I lost my down payment. / Boult, does she have good qualities? / She's got a pretty face, she speaks well, and her clothes are really nice. There's nothing else you need to not want her. / What's her price? / I won't come down even one coin from a thousand pieces. / Well, follow me, guys, I'll pay you right now. Wife, take her in and teach her what to do so she's not inexperienced at this. / Boult, take note of what she looks like—hair color, complexion, height, age, and whether she's a virgin. Announce 'Whoever offers the most gets her first.' Virginity isn't cheap if men were like they used to be. Get it done like I said. / It will be. / I'm so mad Leonine was so lazy! He should've done it, not talked. Or these pirates should've just thrown me overboard instead of keeping me alive to find my mother. / Why are you sad, pretty girl? / Because I'm pretty. / Come on, the gods did right by you. / I don't blame them. / You've landed with me, where you'll do well. / It would've been better if I'd died with that other guy. / Yes, and you'll be happy here. / No. / Yes, you will, trust me—you'll know all kinds of gentlemen, have a great life, experience every type of man. Why are you covering your ears? / Are you a woman? / What else would I be if I'm not a woman? / An honest woman, or not a woman. / Okay, I'll beat you then—I think I'll have my hands full with you. / Come here, you're a young foolish thing and I'm going to train you how I want. / God protect me! / If God protects you through men, then men have to take care of you, feed you, and get you excited. Boult's back. / Now, have you advertised her all over the market? / I've advertised her till I'm hoarse. I've painted her portrait with my voice. / And tell me, how interested did people seem, especially the young men? / They listened like I was reading their father's will. There was this Spaniard who got so turned on just from hearing about her that he went to bed. / We'll have him here tomorrow wearing his best clothes. / Tonight, tonight. But, mistress, you know that French knight who's sick? / Monsieur Veroles? / Yeah, he wanted to celebrate when he heard about her but he groaned and said he'd see her tomorrow. / Well, he brought his sickness here, so he's just fixing it. I know he'll come spend his money secretly. / Well, if we had a visitor from every country, we could house them here. / Remember, you have to seem reluctant about what you're doing willingly, and pretend money doesn't matter when it matters the most. When customers see you cry about your situation, they feel sorry for you, and pity turns into affection, and affection into profit. / I don't get it. / Oh, take her home, mistress—these blushes need to go away with some quick experience. / You're right, a bride goes into this with shame when she should go with confidence. / Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. But if I've paid for the whole package— / You can have a piece off the spit. / I can? / Who would say no? Come on, girl, I like how you dress. / Yes, I'm keeping these clothes for now. / Boult, spend that money in town and tell people what a great girl we have. You'll do fine through word of mouth. When nature made this girl, she did you a favor, so advertise how perfect she is and you'll profit from your own words. / I promise, mistress—I'll advertise her so well the lustful ones will come running. I'll bring some back tonight. / Come on, follow me. / If fire burns, if knives are sharp, if water runs deep, I'll keep my virginity. / Diana, please help me! / What do we care about Diana? Come on, are you coming with us?

imagine pericles got home to tyre his wife is now a priestess of diana at ephesus focus on marina raised at tarsus, so beautiful everyone loves her cleon's daughter philoten is jealous af dionyza wants to kill marina so philoten will be the prettiest the nurse lychorida dies dionyza is ready to murder [at tarsus] leonine, u swore u'd do this it's just one blow no one will know u can't make money this fast any other way don't let ur conscience stop u be a soldier about it / i'll do it but she's so beautiful / then the gods should have her / here she comes crying marina: i'm so sad my mistress died i was born in a storm my whole life feels like a storm blowing me away from everyone dionyza: why r u alone? where's my daughter? stop being so sad go walk with leonine the air will help u leonine & marina walk marina talks about her birth the storm, her dad saving himself the sailor flying off everything so violent leonine: say ur prayers marina: why? leonine: if u need to pray, go ahead but don't take long i'm sworn to do this fast marina: why kill me? leonine: my lady wants it marina: i never hurt her i never hurt ANYONE i cried over a worm i stepped on how have i offended her? leonine: i don't question orders i just do them marina: u won't do this u seem like a good person come between me & my lady save me leonine: i'm sworn to do this [pirates attack] pirates: a prize! let's take her aboard these r valdes's men leonine runs lies to dionyza says he threw marina in the sea [brothel in mytilene] pander & bawd: we need more girls the ones we have r worn out boult: found someone she's pretty, speaks well, dresses nice pander: how much? boult: 1000 gold coins minimum they buy her from the pirates marina: this is so wrong i came here to be sold this wasn't supposed to happen bawd: ur gonna work here maybe act shy about it maybe cry it turns customers on marina: no i'm not doing this bawd: u r a woman men will take care of u marina: an honest woman or not a woman if fires burn hot if knives r sharp if water runs deep i'm keeping my virginity diana help me

Why, are you being foolish? Can this deed be undone?

Are you crazy? What's done is done.

can't undo it.

Oh Dionyza, this murder the sun and moon have never looked upon!

Dionyza, what we did is the worst evil imaginable!

sun and moon never saw evil this dark.

I think you're becoming a child again.

You're being a baby about this.

don't be a baby.

If I were the lord of all the world, I'd give it up to undo this deed. A lady, less powerful than she is virtuous, a princess equal to any crowned ruler! Oh murderer Leonine, whom you've also poisoned with your plan! When Pericles finds out his daughter is missing, what will you say?

I'd give up everything to undo this. She was innocent, virtuous, a princess worth more than any crown! When Pericles comes looking for his daughter, what are we going to tell him?

give up world to undo. virtuousprincess. what tell pericles?

That she's dead. Nurses aren't the fates—they don't control lives. She died in the night. I'll say so. Who can contradict it? Unless you start playing the pious and crying about foul play.

We say she died. We're her guardians, not gods controlling fate. She died at night—done. Nobody can prove different. Unless you go soft and start talking about murder.

she's dead. nurses can't save fate. died at night. stick to story.

Yes, well done. Of all the sins under heaven, the gods hate this one the most.

Fine. This is the worst sin imaginable.

worst sin. gods hate this.

Do you think the little birds of Tarsus won't fly away and tell Pericles what happened? I'm ashamed—you're a noble man but acting like a coward.

You think people won't talk? The whole city will find out. You're a noble guy but acting like a coward.

people will talk. nobleman acting like coward.

Whoever endorsed such an action, Even without giving their full approval, Wasn't acting from honorable motivations.

Anyone who even just approved of this scheme, Without being totally behind it, Wasn't following an honorable path.

whoever approved wasnt being honorable

Listen—only you know how she died, and Leonine is gone so nobody else can tell. She outshone my daughter in every way, stole all attention. Everyone looked at Marina, not at Philoten. It cut me deeply. So I did what I thought was good for your daughter, though you might call it unnatural.

Only you and I know what happened, and Leonine won't talk. Marina was better than my daughter at everything—singing, dancing, everything. Everyone always looked at Marina, not Philoten. It drove me crazy. So I did what I thought would help your daughter, even if it seems wrong.

only we know. leonine gone. marina overshadowed philoten. everyone looked at her. for your daughter's sake.

May the heavens forgive it!

God forgive us!

forgive us.

And as for Pericles, what will he say? We wept at her funeral, and we mourn. Her monument is nearly finished with epitaphs in golden letters praising her, showing care and expense on our part.

As for Pericles, we've mourned her, built a monument, written a fancy epitaph. He'll see that we cared.

monument built. epitaph written. show we cared.

You're like a harpy—beautiful on the surface but using talons to destroy beneath.

You're a harpy—beautiful face, evil claws.

angel's face. eagle's talons.

You're like someone who swears to the gods that winter kills flies—superstitious nonsense. But I know you'll do as I advise.

You're being superstitious. But you'll listen to me anyway.

superstitious. but you'll obey.

Time passes quickly, long distances become short journeys. We sail seas in small boats with wishes. We compress geography to let our imagination travel from place to place. With your pardon, we use one language in each location, making our story work. Learn from me, who stands in the gaps to teach you the stages of our story. Pericles now sails the seas again, attended by lords and knights, to find his daughter, his life's greatest joy. Old Helicanus goes with him. Escanes, whom Helicanus advanced to high office, is left behind to govern. Good ships and favorable winds bring the king to Tarsus. (A silent scene shows Pericles grieving at Marina's tomb while Cleon and Dionyza watch.) See how belief can be fooled by false shows. This fake sorrow pretends to be real grief. Pericles, consumed with sorrow, leaves Tarsus in deep despair and returns to sea, swearing never to wash or cut his hair. He wears sackcloth and faces a storm that nearly destroys his ship. The epitaph on Marina's tomb was written by wicked Dionyza.

Time flies, distances shrink. We sail across seas in tiny boats. Imagine our story moving from place to place. We speak the same language everywhere so you can follow. I'm here to teach you the story. Pericles is sailing again with his court, desperate to find his daughter. Helicanus goes with him. They reach Tarsus where Cleon and Dionyza show him Marina's fake tomb. Pericles grieves and despairs, refusing to bathe or cut his hair, wearing rags. He goes back to sea where he almost dies in a storm. The fake epitaph on that tomb was Dionyza's lie.

time passes. distances shrink. imagine story moving. pericles sails. looking for daughter. reaches tarsus. mariba's fake tomb. pericles grieves. refuses to wash. sackcloth and sea. fake epitaph.

The most beautiful, sweetest, and best girl lies here, Who died in the bloom of her youth. She was the King of Tyre's daughter, Whom cruel death struck down; Marina was her name; and at her birth, The sea goddess, in pride, swallowed part of the earth: Therefore the earth, fearing to be overwhelmed, Placed the sea goddess's daughter among the heavens: Therefore she does, and swears she'll never stop, Making violent assault upon rocky shores. No disguise becomes evil quite so well As soft and tender flattery. Let Pericles believe his daughter is dead, And let his fate be ordered By Lady Fortune; while our play must show His daughter's suffering and heavy sorrow In her terrible situation. Have patience, then, And know that we are now all in Mytilene.

The most gorgeous, sweetest, best girl is buried here, Who died when she was still so young. She was the King of Tyre's daughter, Cruel death took her away; Her name was Marina; and when she was born, The sea goddess got jealous and swallowed part of the earth: So the earth got scared it would flood, And put the sea goddess's daughter up in the sky: And that's why the sea keeps making Furious waves crash on the rocky shores. Nothing hides evil better Than sweet and gentle lies. Let Pericles think his daughter is dead, And let fortune decide what happens next; while we show you How miserable his daughter is In her terrible life. Just be patient, And remember—we're all in Mytilene now.

here lies the most beautiful sweetest best girl she died so young king of tyre's daughter death took her cruel her name was marina when she was born the sea swallowed the earth so now the sea keeps crashing on rocks forever flattery hides evil so well let pericles think she's dead let fortune decide his fate we show his daughter's suffering be patient - we're in mytilene now