By the four opposing coignes, That horse, and sail, and high expence, Are letters brought, the tenour these: The crown of Tyre, but he will none: Come not home in twice six moons, He, obedient to their dooms, 'Our heir apparent is a king! Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing?” Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre: That, as a duck for life that dives, [Exit. Shall for itself itself perform. This stage the ship, upon whose deck SCENE I. Enter PERICLES, on shipboard. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges, Thy deafening, dreadful thunders; duly quench Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle To those that cry by night, convey thy deity Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant. Lyc. Here is a thing too young for such a place, Who, if it had conceit, would die as I Am like to do. Take in your arms this piece Of your dead queen. Per. How! how, Lychorida! Lyc. Patience, good Sir; do not assist the storm. Here's all that is left living of your queen, A little daughter: for the sake of it, Be manly, and take comfort. Per. O you gods! Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, And snatch them straight away? We, here below, For a more blust'rous birth had never babe: Quiet and gentle thy conditions! For thou 'rt the rudeliest welcome to this world, As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, With all thou canst find here. Now the good gods Enter Two Sailors. 1 Sail. What courage, Sir? God save you. 1 Sail. Slack the bowlines there; thou wilt not, wilt thou?. Blow, and split thyself. 2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not. 1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard: the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead. Per. That's your superstition. 1 Sail. Pardon us, Sir; with us at sea it hath been still observed, and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her, for she must overboard straight. Per. As you think meet. Most wretched queen! Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear; No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman. [Exit LYCHORIDA. 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk'd and bitumed ready. Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this? 2 Sail. We are near Tharsus. Per. Thither, gentle mariner, Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it? There will I visit Cleon, for the babe Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it Enter CERIMON, a Servant, and some Persons who have been Cer. Philemon, ho! Shipwrecked. Enter PHILEmon. Phil. Doth my lord call? Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men: It has been a turbulent and stormy night. Ser. I have been in many; but such a night as this, Till now I ne'er endur❜d. Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return: That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, [TO PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHILEMON, Servant, and the rest. Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea, The very principals did seem to rend, And all to topple. Pure surprise and fear Made me to quit the house. 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; 'Tis not our husbandry. Cer. O! you say well. 1 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 Making a man a god. 'T is known, I ever |