Sec. Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, 70 caulkt and bitumed ready.

Per. I thank thee.-Mariner, say what coast is this?
Sec. Sail. We are near Tarsus.

Per. Thither, gentle mariner,

Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?
Sec. Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease.
Per. O, make for Tarsus!-

There will I visit Cleon, for the babe

Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it

At careful nursing.-Go thy ways, good mariner:
I'll bring the body presently.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house. Enter CERIMON, a Servant, and some Persons who have been shipwrackt.

Cer. Philemon, ho!

Enter PHILEMON.

Phil. Doth my lord call?

Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men: 'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.

Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this, I ne'er endured.

Till now,

Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return; There's nothing can be minister'd to nature

That can recover him.-[to PHILEMON] Give this to the pothecary,

And tell me how it works. [Exeunt all but CErimon.

First Gent.

Enter two Gentlemen.

Good morrow.

Sec. Gent. Good morrow to your lordship.

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Gentlemen,

Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
Shook as the earth did quake;

The very principals did seem to rend,

And all-to topple : pure surprise and fear
Made me to quit the house.

Sec. Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; 'Tis not our husbandry.

Cer.

O, you say well.

First Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship,

having

Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
Shake off the golden slumber of repose.

'Tis most strange,

Nature should be so conversant with pain.

Being thereto not compell'd.

Cer.

I hold it ever,

Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs

May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
Have studied physic, through which secret art,
By turning o'er authorities, I have-
Together with my practice-made familiar
To me and to my aid the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
And I can speak of the disturbances

That nature works, and of her cures; which doth give

me

A more content in course of true delight

Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,

Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,

To please the fool and death.

Sec. Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth

Your charity, and hundreds call themselves

Your creatures, who by you have been restored:

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And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
Such strong renown as time shall never-

Enter two or three Servants with a chest.

First Serv. So; lift there.

Cer.

What is that?

First Serv.

Sir, even now

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Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest: 'Tis of some wrack.

Cer.

Set 't down, let's look upon 't.

Whate'er it be,

Sec. Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir. Cer. 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight: If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold, 'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us. Sec. Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.

Cer.

How close 'tis caulkt and bitumed!

Did the sea cast it up?

First Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, As tost it upon shore.

Cer.

Wrench it open;

Soft!-it smells most sweetly in my sense.

Sec. Gent.. A delicate odour.

Cer. As ever hit my nostril.—So, up with it.— O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse! First Gent. Most strange!

Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured with full bags of spices! A passport too! -Apollo, perfect me in the characters!

"Here I give to understand,

[Reads from a scroll.

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!"

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If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart

That even cracks for woe!-This chanced to-night.
Sec. 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 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'erprest spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
That had nine hours lien dead,

Who was by good appliance recovered.

Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire.
Well said, well said; the fire and cloths.-
The rough and woeful music that we have,
Cause it to sound, beseech you.

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The viol once more :-how thou stirr'st, thou block!— 90
The music there!-I pray you, give her air.—
Gentlemen, this queen will live nature awakes;
A warmth breathes out of her: she hath not been
Entranced above five hours: see how she gins
To blow into life's flower again!

First Gent.

The heavens,

Through you, increase our wonder, and set up
Your fame for ever.

Cer.

She is alive; behold,

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost, begin to part

Their fringes of bright gold; the diamonds

Of a most praised water do

appear,

To make the world twice rich.-Live,

And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
Rare as you seem to be!

[She moves.

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?

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Sec. Gent. Is not this strange?

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 lookt to,

For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;

And Esculapius guide us!

SCENE III.

[Exeunt, carrying out THAISA.

Tarsus. A room in the Governor's bouse.

Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, and LYCHORIDA
with MARINA in her arms.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;
My twelve months are expired, 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 wanderingly on us.

Dion.

O your sweet queen! That the strict Fates had pleased you had brought her

hither,

To have blest mine eyes with her!

Per.

We cannot but obey
The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end

Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina,—whom,
For she was born at sea, I have named so,-here
I charge your charity withal, leaving her
The infant of your care; beseeching you

To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

Cle.

Fear not, my lord, but think Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,一 For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,Must in your child be thought on. If neglection

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