The king, my father, gave you such a ring.
[Shows a ring.
"Per. This, this: no more, you gods! your present kindness
Makes my past miseries sport: You shall do well,
That on the touching of her lips I may
Melt, and no more be seen. O come, be buried
A second time within these arms.
"Mar. My heart
Leaps to be gone into my mother's bosom.
[Kneels to Thaisa.
"Per. Look, who kneels here! Flesh of thy flesh, Thaisa;
Thy burden of the sea, and call'd Marina,
For she was yielded there.
"Thai. Bless'd and mine own!"
Shakspeare.
Note 84.Page 302.
"This story, the longest in the book before us and the ground-work of a favourite old Romance, is known to have existed before the year 1190.
"In the prologue to the English Romance on this subject, called Kynge Apolyne of Thyre, and printed by Wynkyn de Worde, in 1510, we are told,
