{"id":"01KG6S5NPWX8CKN5ESJ9RB5SNS","cid":"bafkreiafrxq2gug4um2ewmrakllqiy43gqa5kcrzvwmwx2h5nfjljgmdhm","type":"section","properties":{"description":"# V. i. 72—109\n## Overview\nThis is a section from the play *Pericles, Prince of Tyre*, spanning lines 72 to 109 of Act V, scene i. It is extracted from the text file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA) and is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. This section contains dialogue between Pericles and Marina.\n\n## Context\nThis section is part of the chapter titled [Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A) within the play. It is preceded by section [V. i. 32—71](arke:01KG6S5NPVA0N7R8GTTPYW38X7) and followed by section [V. i. 109—146](arke:01KG6S5NPWZR5RZFHYX6G9845B). The play is included in the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection, which is used for network testing.\n\n## Contents\nThis section primarily contains a conversation between Pericles and Marina. Pericles is in a state of grief and initially questions Marina about her origins and parentage. He is struck by her resemblance to his deceased wife and daughter. Marina recounts being a stranger and alludes to a history that sounds like lies. Pericles presses her to speak, expressing that falsehood cannot come from her. He notes her modest appearance and compares her to Pallas. Pericles asks about her friends and if she was put off when he pushed her back, which he did when he perceived she came from good descending. Marina confirms she did. Pericles asks her to report her parentage and recounts she said she had been tossed from wrong to injury and that she thought her griefs might equal his if both were opened. Marina confirms she said some such thing. Pericles asks her to tell her story and recounts his own suffering. He asks what her friends were and how she lost her name. Marina reveals her name is Marina, leading Pericles to believe he is being mocked by a God.\n","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T06:26:41.678Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"V. i. 72—109","end_line":17879,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:08.808Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"V. i. 72—109","source_file":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","start_line":17826,"text":"V. i. 72—109\n\n<!-- [Page 682](arke:01KG6QMY3X765CKRYZB2Q8HA87) -->\n# Pericles Prince of Tyre.\n\nter might haue beene: My Queenes square brows, her\nflature to an inch, as wandlike-straight, as filuer voyst,\nher eyes as lewels-like, and caste as richly, in pace an o\nther lume. Who flarues the eares thee feedes, and makes\nthem hungrie, the more the giues them speech, Where doe\nyou liue?\n\nMar. Where I am but a ftraunger; from the decke, you\nmay discern the place.\n\nPer. Where were you bred? and how archieu’d you these\nindowments which you make more rich to owe?\n\nMar. If I should tell my hystorie, it would feeme like\nlies disdain in the reporting.\n\nPer. Prethee speake, falfneffe cannot come from thee,\nfor thou lookeft modeft as iuftice, &amp; thou feemeft a Pallas\nfor the crowd truth to dwell in I wil beleeue thee, &amp; make\nfenees credit thy relation, to points that feeme imposfible,\nfor thou lookeft like one I loued indeede: what were thy\nfriends? didft thou not fty when I did push thee backe,\nwhich was, when I perceiu’d thee that thou camft from\ngood diffending.\n\nMar. So indeed I did.\n\nPer. Report thy parentage, I think thou faidft thou hadft\nbeene toft from wrong to inurie, and that thou thoughts\nthy griefs might equall mine, if both were opened.\n\nMar. Some such thing I fed, and fed no more, but what\nmy thoughts did warrant me was likely.\n\nPer. Tell thy fforie, if thine confidered proue the thou-\nfand part of my enduraunce, thou art a man, and I haue\nsuffered like a girfe, yet thou doeft looke like patience,\ngazing on Kings graues, and smiling extremitie out of\naft, what were thy friends? howe loft thou thy name,\nmy moft kinde Virgin? recount I doe befeech thee, Come\nfit by mee.\n\nMar. My name is Marina.\n\nPer. Oh I am mockt, and thou by some infenced God\nfent hither to make the world to laugh at me.\n\nMar. Patience\n","title":"V. i. 72—109"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG6S5NPVA0N7R8GTTPYW38X7","peer_type":"section","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG6S5NPWZR5RZFHYX6G9845B","peer_type":"section","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T06:24:13.020Z","ts":"2026-01-30T06:26:41.868Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}