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 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.

2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity, and hundreds call themselves

Your creatures, who by you have been restor❜d:

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.

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

Serv. So; lift there.

Cer.

What is that?

Serv.

Sir, even now

Set it down; let's look upon 't.

Whate'er it be,

Cer.

2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, Sir. Cer.

'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:

If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,

'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us. 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord.

Cer.

Did the sea cast it up?

How close 't is caulk'd and bitum'd.

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 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 i' the characters!

"Here I give to understand,

(If e'er this coffin drive a-land)

I, king Pericles, have lost

[Unfolds a Scroll.

[Reads.

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.

2 Gent. Most likely, Sir.

Cer.

For look, how fresh she looks.

Nay, certainly to-night;

- They were too rough,

That threw her in the sea: Make fire within:
Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.
Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again

The overpressed 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 the cloths.

The rough and woful music that we have,

Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.

The vial once more; how thou stirr'st, thou block! —
The music there! - I pray you, give her air.
Gentlemen,

This queen will live: nature awakes a warm
Breath out of her: she hath not been entranc'd

1

Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow

Into life's flower again!

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

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!

O dear Diana!

[She moves.

Thai. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? 2 Gent. Is not this strange? 1 Gent.

Cer.

Most rare.

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;

And Esculapius guide us!

[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 wanderingly 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.

The powers above us.

We cannot but obey
Could I rage and roar

As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end

Must be as 't is. My gentle babe Marina (whom,
For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so) here
I charge your charity withal, and leave 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,
(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 believe you;

Your honour and your goodness teach me to 't,
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 will in 't. So I take my leave.
Good Madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.

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

The gentlest winds of heaven.

Per.

I will embrace

Your offer. Come, dear'st Madam. - O! no tears,

Lychorida, no tears:

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace

You may depend hereafter. — Come, my lord.

-

SCENE IV.

Ephesus. A Room in CERIMON's House.

Enter CERIMON and THAISA.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with you in your coffer, which are

At your command. 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; but whether there
Delivered or no, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say. But since king Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,

A vestal livery will I take me to,

And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
Diana's temple is not distant far,

Where you may abide till your 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.

ACT IV.

Enter Gower.

Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre,
Welcom'd and settled to his own desire:
His woful queen we leave at Ephesus,
Unto Diana there a votaress.

Now to Marina bend your mind,

Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

[Exeunt.

[Exeunt.