Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon Enter two Servants with a Chest. Serv. So; lift there. Cer. What is that? Serv. Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest ; "Tis of some wreck. Cer. Sir, even now Set 't down, let's look on it. Whate'er it be, 2 Gent. "Tis like a coffin, sir. Cer. "Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; It belches upon us. 2 Gent. "Tis so, my lord. Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd!Did the see cast it up? Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, As toss'd it upon shore. Cer. Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,-up with it. O you most potent god! what's here? a corse! 1 Gent. Most strange! [sur'd Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreaWith bags of spices full! A passport too! Apollo, perfect me i'the characters! Here I give to understand (If e'er this coffin drive a-land), 1, king Pericles, have lost [Unfolds a Scroll. This queen, worth all our mundane cost. If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart [Reads. That even cracks for woe!-This chanc'd to-night. 2 Gent. Most likely, sir. Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks! They were too rough, Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire. Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. The vial once more;-How thou stirr'st, thou block!— This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth 1 Gent. Cer. She is alive; behold, Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; [She moves. Thai. O dear Diana, Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? 2 Gent. Is not this strange? 1 Gent. Cer. Most rare. Hush, 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. Come, come, come; And Esculapius guide us! [Exeunt, carrying Thai. away. SCENE III. THARSUS. A Room in CLEON'S House. 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 stands In a litigious peace. You, and your lady, Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods Make up the rest upon you! Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. Dion. [mortally, O your sweet qeeen That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither, To have bless'd mine eyes! Per. We cannot but obey Cle. Fear not, my lord: The gods revenge it upon me and mine, I believe you; 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'the shore; Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune, and Per. I will embrace Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O, no tears, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace You may depend hereafter.-Come, my lord. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. EPHESUS. A Room in CERIMON'S House. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, And never more have joy. Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; [Exeunt. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Now to Marina bend your mind, In music, letters; who hath gain'd Which makes her both the heart and place |