That threw her in the sea.-Make a fire within: Fetch hither all my 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've read of an Egyptian That had nine hours lien dead, Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. The vial once more:-how thou stirr❜st, thou My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrusstands In a litigious3 peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods Make up the rest upon you! Cle. Your strokes of fortune. Though they have hurt you mortally, yet glance Full woundingly on us. Dion. 2 Mortal, fatal. O your sweet queen! 3 Litigious, precarious. 4 Take from my heart all thankfulness, receive my most hearty thanks. That threw her in the sea.-Make a fire within: Fetch hither all my 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've read of an Egyptian That had nine hours lien dead, Who was by good appliances recover❜d. Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. Well said,1 well said; the fire and cloths.The rough and woful music that we have, Cause it to sound, beseech you. The vial once more:-how thou stirr'st, thou block! 90 The music there!-I pray you, give her air.— Gentlemen, 1 Well said, i.e. well done. First Gent. Cer. Most rare. Hush, my gentle neighbours! 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.2 Come, come; 110 And Esculapius guide us! [Exeunt, carrying out Thaisa. |