Cer. Gentlemen, Why do you ftir so early? 1 Gent. Sir, Our lodgings, ftanding bleak upon the fea, The very principals did feem to rend, 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you fo 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 Shake off the golden flumber of repose. It is most strange, Nature should be so conversant with pain, Cer. I held it ever, Virtue and cunning were endowments greater That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me. Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, 2 Gent. 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephefus pour'd forth Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Your creatures, who by you have been restor❜d : And not your knowledge, personal pain, but even Your purse, ftill open, hath built lord Cerimon Such strong renown as time fhall never Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest ; 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; Cer. How clofe 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd !— Did the fea caft it up? Serv. I never faw fo huge a billow, fir, As tofs'd it upon fhore. Cer. Come, wrench it open ; Soft, foft!-it fmells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour. Cer. As ever hit my noftril; fo,--up with it. O you most potent gods! what's here? a corfe! 1 Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreafur'd With bags of spices full! A paffport too! Here I give to understand, (If e'er this coffin drive a-land,) I, king Pericles, bave loft [Unfolds a scroll. [Reads. This queen, worth all our mundane cost. She was the daughter of a king: If thou liv'ft, Pericles, thou haft a heart That even cracks for woe!-This chanc'd to-night. 2 Gent. Most likely, fir. Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks!—They were too rough, That threw her in the fea. Make fire within; Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. Well faid, well faid; the fire and the cloths. Cause it to found, 'befeech you. The vial once more;-How thou stirr'ft, thou block?The mufick there.-I pray you, give her air :— Gentlemen, This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth Breathes Breathes out of her; the hath not been entranc'd Above five hours. See, how the 'gins to blow The heavens, fir, Into life's flower again! 1 Gent. Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Your fame for ever. Cer. She is alive; behold, Her eyelids, cafes to thofe heavenly jewels Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; The diamonds of a moft praised water Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, [She moves. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? 2 Gent. Is not this strange? 1 Gent. Cer. Moft rare. Hufh, gentle neighbours; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. [Exeunt, carrying THAISA away. SCENE III. Tharfus. A Room in Cleon's Houfe. Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, and MARINA. Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus ftands In In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods Cle. Your fhafts 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 hi ther, To have blefs'd mine eyes! Per. We cannot but obey Cle. Fear not, my lord: The gods revenge it upon me and mine, Per. I believe you; Your honour and your goodness teach me credit, Without your vows. Till the be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Unfciffar'd fhall this hair of mine remain, Though I fhow will in't. So I take my leave. |