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Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest;
Set 't down, let's look on it. 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, It is a good constraint of fortune, that It belches upon us. 2 Gent.
'Tis so, my lord.
Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
Come, wrench it open ; Soft, 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 god! What's here? a corse!
i Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm'd and en
treasur'd With bags of spices full! A passport too! ! Apollo, perfect me i'the characters !
[Unfolds a scroll. Here I give to understand,
[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, She was the daughter of a king: Besides this treasure for a fee,
The gods requite his charity! If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart That even cracks for woe !—This chanc'd to-night,
- mundane-] i. e. worldly.
2 Gent. Most likely, sir.
Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks !—They were too
Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire.
The heavens, sir,
She is alive; behold,
[She moves, Thai,
O dear Diana,
Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is
this : 2 Gent. Is not this strange? i Gent.
Most rare. Cer.
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 Æsculapius guide us !
(Exeunt, carrying THAISA away.
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 ! T'he gods Make
the rest upon you! 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
To give her princely training, that she may
be Manner'd as she is born. Cle.
Fear not, my lord : Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,) Must in your child be thought on. If neglection Should therein make me vile, the common body, By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty : But if to that my nature need a spur, The gods revenge it upon me and mine, To the end of generation ! Per.
I have one myself,
Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge
o'the shore ;
I will embrace
? mask'd Neptune,] i. e. insidious waves that wear a treacherous smile.
Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House.
Enter CERIMON and THAISA. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with
in your coffer: which are now At your command. Know you the character?
Thai. It is my lord's.
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
date expire. Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine Shall there attend
you. Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.
9 Where you may 'bide until your date expire.] Until you die.