Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest ; "Tis of some wreck. Cer. Set 't down, let's look on it. 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir. Whate'er it be, 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 upon shore. Cer. 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! Here I give to understand, [Unfolds a scroll. [Reads. (If e'er this coffin drive a-land,) This queen, worth all our mundane cost. If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart 2 Gent. Most likely, sir. Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks!-They were too rough, That threw her in the sea. Make fire within; Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. Enter a Servant, with Bores, Napkins, and Fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.The rough and woful musick that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. The vial once more ;-How thou stirr'st, thou block! The musick there.-I pray you, give her air :- This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth 1 Gent. The heavens, sir, Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Cer. She is alive; behold, Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels Which Pericles hoth lost, Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, Thai, VOL. VIII. O dear Diana, Y Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is Hush, gentle neighbours; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. [Exeunt, carrying THAISA 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 mortally, Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. Dian. O your sweet queen That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither, To have bless'd mine eyes! Per. The powers above us. We cannot but obey Could I rage and roar As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end To give her princely training, that she may be Cle. Fear not, my lord: Your grace, that fed my country with your corn, The gods revenge it upon me and mine, Per. Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Dion. 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 [Exeunt. 7 — mask'd Neptune,] i. e. insidious waves that wear a treacherous smile. SCENE IV. Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House.. Enter CERIMON and THAISA. 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, Diana's temple is not distant far, Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine Shall there attend you. 8 Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; my good will is great, though the gift small. Yet [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter GOWER. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, ? Where you may 'bide until your date expire.] Until you die. |