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 * "Per. At sea? thy mother?
 * "Mar. My mother was the daughter of a king;

Who died the very minute I was born, As my good nurse Lychorida hath oft Deliver'd weeping.
 * "Per. O, stop there a little!

This is the rarest dream that e'er dull sleep Did mock sad fools withal: this cannot be. My daughter's buried. [Aside.] Well:—where were you bred? I'll hear you more, to the bottom of your story, And never interrupt you.
 * "Mar. You'll scarce believe me; 'twere best I did give o'er.
 * "Per. I will believe you by the syllable

Of what you shall deliver. Yet, give me leave:— How came you in these parts? where were you bred?
 * "Mar. The king my father, did in Tharsus leave

Till cruel Cleon, with his wicked wife, Did seek to murder me: and having woo'd A villain to attempt it, who having drawn, A crew of pirates came and rescued me; Brought me to Mitylene. But, now good, sir, Whither will you have me? Why do you weep? It may be,