Your creatures, who by you have been restored : 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 Servants with a chest. Ser. So, lift there. Cer. What is that? Ser. Sir, Even now did the sea toss up upon our shore This chest; 'tis of some wreck. Cer. Set it down, let's look upon it. 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir. Whate'er it be, It is wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; upon us. 2 Gent. It is so, my lord. Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed! Did the sea cast it up? Ser. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, As toss'd it upon shore. Cer. Wrench it open; Soft-it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour. Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,-up with it. Oh you most potent gods! what's here? a corse ! 1 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 ! [Reads out of a scroll.] Here I give to understand (If e'er this coffin drive a-land), This queen, worth all our mundane cost. If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart 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 Servant. Death may usurp on nature many hours, The o'erpressed spirits. I have heard of an That had nine hours lien dead, Who was by good appliance recovered. Re-enter Servant with boxes, napkins, and fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.——— The rough and woeful music that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. The viol once more;-how thou stirr'st, thou block ! The music there.-I pray you, give her air ;— Nature awakes; a warmth breathes out of her; I 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 Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; Do appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, And make us weep to hear your fate, fair crea ture, Rare as you seem to be! Thai. [She moves. O dear Diana, Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to, And Esculapius guide us! [Exeunt, carrying her away. SCENE III.-Tharsus. A Room in Cleon's House. Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, with MARINA in her arms. Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; My twelve months are In a litigious peace. expired, and Tyrus stands 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 To have bless'd 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 Cle. Fear not, my lord; but think, 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 relieved, 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 believe you; Your honour and your goodness teach me to it, Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honour all, Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave: Good madam, make me blessed in your care 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. Your offer. I will embrace Come, dearest madam.-O, no tears, Lychorida, no tears: Look to your little mistress, on whose grace [Exeunt. SCENE IV Ephesus. A Room in Cerimon's House. Enter CERIMON and THAISA. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain Lay with you in your coffer; which are now Know you the character? Thai. It is my lord's. That I was shipp'd at sea I well remember, even on my yearning time; By the holy gods, I cannot rightly say; VOL. XI. 20 |