1 Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre, 2 Welcomed and settled to his own desire. 3 His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus, 4 Unto Diana there a votaress. 5 Now to Marina bend your mind, 6 Whom our fast-growing scene must find 7 At Tarsus, and by Cleon train'd 8 In music, letters; who hath gain'd 9 Of education all the grace, 10 Which makes her both the heart and place 11 Of general wonder. But, alack, 12 That monster envy, oft the wrack 13 Of earned praise, Marina's life 14 Seeks to take off by treason's knife. 15 And in this kind hath our Cleon 16 One daughter, and a wench full grown, 17 Even ripe for marriage-rite; this maid 18 Hight Philoten: and it is said 19 For certain in our story, she 20 Would ever with Marina be: 21 Be't when she weaved the sleided silk 22 With fingers long, small, white as milk; 23 Or when she would with sharp needle wound 24 The cambric, which she made more sound 25 By hurting it; or when to the lute 26 She sung, and made the night-bird mute, 27 That still records with moan; or when 28 She would with rich and constant pen 29 Vail to her mistress Dian; still 30 This Philoten contends in skill 31 With absolute Marina: so 32 With the dove of Paphos might the crow 33 Vie feathers white. Marina gets 34 All praises, which are paid as debts, 35 And not as given. This so darks 36 In Philoten all graceful marks, 37 That Cleon's wife, with envy rare, 38 A present murderer does prepare 39 For good Marina, that her daughter 40 Might stand peerless by this slaughter. 41 The sooner her vile thoughts to stead, 42 Lychorida, our nurse, is dead: 43 And cursed Dionyza hath 44 The pregnant instrument of wrath 45 Prest for this blow. The unborn event 46 I do commend to your content: 47 Only I carry winged time 48 Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; 49 Which never could I so convey, 50 Unless your thoughts went on my way. 51 Dionyza does appear, 52 With Leonine, a murderer.