1    Marina thus the brothel 'scapes, and chances
2    Into an honest house, our story says.
3    She sings like one immortal, and she dances
4    As goddess-like to her admired lays;
5    Deep clerks she dumbs; and with her needle composes
6    Nature's own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry,
7    That even her art sisters the natural roses;
8    Her inkle, silk, twin with the rubied cherry:
9    That pupils lacks she none of noble race,
10   Who pour their bounty on her; and her gain
11   She gives the cursed bawd. Here we her place;
12   And to her father turn our thoughts again,
13   Where we left him, on the sea. We there him lost;
14   Whence, driven before the winds, he is arrived
15   Here where his daughter dwells; and on this coast
16   Suppose him now at anchor. The city strived
17   God Neptune's annual feast to keep: from whence
18   Lysimachus our Tyrian ship espies,
19   His banners sable, trimm'd with rich expense;
20   And to him in his barge with fervor hies.
21   In your supposing once more put your sight
22   Of heavy Pericles; think this his bark:
23   Where what is done in action, more, if might,
24   Shall be discover'd; please you, sit and hark.