And all-to topple. Pure surprise and fear 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; "Tis not our husbandry. Cer. O, you say well. 1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, having Rich tire about you, should at these early hours 'Tis most strange, Nature should be so conversant with pain, Being thereto not compell'd. Cer. I held it ever, Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs (Together with my practice) made familiar Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd: Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest: 'Tis of some wreck. Cer. Set it down; let's look upon 't. 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir. Cer. Whate'er it be, 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight: If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold, 'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us. 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord. Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd. Did the sea cast it up? Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, As toss'd it up on shore. Cer. Come, wrench it open. Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour. Cer. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it. O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse? 1 Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasur'd With bags full of spices! A passport too: Apollo, perfect me i' the characters! "Here I give to understand, [Unfolds a scroll. [Reads. (If e'er this coffin drive a-land,) I, King Pericles, have lost This Queen, worth all our mundane cost. Who finds her, give her burying ; The gods requite his charity!" If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart That even cracks for woe! - This chanc'd to-night. For look, how fresh she looks. Nay, certainly to-night; They were too rough Make fire within: Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. [Exit a Servant. Death may usurp on nature many hours, And yet the fire of life kindle again The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian, Who was by good appliances recover❜d. Enter Servants, with boxes, napkins, and fire. -I The vial once more;-how thou stirr'st, thou block! This Queen will live: nature awakes: a warmth Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow 1 Gent. The Heavens, Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Cer. She is alive! behold, Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels Of a most praised water do appear To make the world twice rich. Live, and make Rare as you seem to be! Thai. O dear Diana ! [She moves. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her. Get linen now this matter must be look'd to, For her relapse is mortal. Come, come; And Esculapius guide us! [Exeunt, carrying out THAISA. SCENE III. Tharsus. A Room in CLEON's House. Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, bearing MARINA in her arms. Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone: My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus stands In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! Make up the rest upon you! The gods Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally, Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. Dion. O your sweet Queen! That the strict Fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither, To have bless'd mine eyes! Per. We cannot but obey The powers above us. Could I rage and roar Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina (whom, Cle. The gods revenge it upon me and mine, Per. I believe you; Your honour and your goodness teach me to 't, Though i shew ill in 't. So I take my leave. Dion. I have one myself, Who shall not be more dear to my respect, Than yours, my lord. Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your Grace even to the edge o' th' shore Then give you up to the vast Neptune, and The gentlest winds of Heaven. Per. I will embrace |