TYRIAN SAILOR. [_To the Sailor of Mytilene._] Where is lord Helicanus? He can resolve you. O, here he is. Sir, there’s a barge put off from Mytilene, And in it is Lysimachus the governor, Who craves to come aboard. What is your will? HELICANUS. That he have his. Call up some gentlemen. TYRIAN SAILOR. Ho, gentlemen! my lord calls. Enter two or three Gentlemen. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Doth your lordship call? HELICANUS. Gentlemen, there is some of worth would come aboard; I pray ye, greet them fairly. [_The Gentlemen and the two Sailors descend and go on board the barge._] Enter, from thence, Lysimachus and Lords; with the Gentlemen and the two Sailors. TYRIAN SAILOR. Sir, This is the man that can, in aught you would, Resolve you. LYSIMACHUS. Hail, reverend sir! the gods preserve you! HELICANUS. And you, sir, to outlive the age I am, And die as I would do. LYSIMACHUS. You wish me well. Being on shore, honouring of Neptune’s triumphs, Seeing this goodly vessel ride before us, I made to it, to know of whence you are. HELICANUS. First, what is your place? LYSIMACHUS. I am the governor of this place you lie before. HELICANUS. Sir, our vessel is of Tyre, in it the king; A man who for this three months hath not spoken To anyone, nor taken sustenance But to prorogue his grief. LYSIMACHUS. Upon what ground is his distemperature? HELICANUS. ’Twould be too tedious to repeat; But the main grief springs from the loss Of a beloved daughter and a wife. LYSIMACHUS. May we not see him? HELICANUS. You may; But bootless is your sight: he will not speak To any. LYSIMACHUS. Yet let me obtain my wish. HELICANUS. Behold him. [_Pericles discovered._] This was a goodly person. Till the disaster that, one mortal night, Drove him to this. LYSIMACHUS. Sir king, all hail! The gods preserve you! Hail, royal sir! HELICANUS. It is in vain; he will not speak to you. FIRST LORD. Sir, we have a maid in Mytilene, I durst wager, Would win some words of him. LYSIMACHUS. ’Tis well bethought. She questionless with her sweet harmony And other chosen attractions, would allure, And make a battery through his deafen’d parts, Which now are midway stopp’d: She is all happy as the fairest of all, And, with her fellow maids, is now upon The leafy shelter that abuts against The island’s side. [_Whispers a Lord who goes off in the barge of Lysimachus._] HELICANUS. Sure, all’s effectless; yet nothing we’ll omit That bears recovery’s name. But, since your kindness We have stretch’d thus far, let us beseech you That for our gold we may provision have, Wherein we are not destitute for want, But weary for the staleness. LYSIMACHUS. O, sir, a courtesy Which if we should deny, the most just gods For every graff would send a caterpillar, And so inflict our province. Yet once more Let me entreat to know at large the cause Of your king’s sorrow. HELICANUS. Sit, sir, I will recount it to you: But, see, I am prevented.