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.