Nay, come; your hands and lips must seal it too. What, are you both pleas'd? Thai. Yes, if you love me, sir. Per. Even as my life, my blood that fosters it. Both. [Exeant. ACT III. Enter Gower. NOW sleep yslaked hath the rout; With your fine fancies quaintly eche; What's dumb in show, I'll plain with speech. Dumb show. Enter Pericles and Simonides at one. door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives Pericles a letter. Pericles shows it to Simonides; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter Thaisa with Child, and Lychorida. Simonides shows his Daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and Pericles take leave of her Father, and depart. Then Simonides, c. retire. Gow. By many a dearn and painful perch, Are letters brought, the tenor these: The crown of Tyre, but he will none: Come not, in twice six moons, home, Will take the crown. The sum of this, Brought hither to Pentapolis, Y-ravished the regions round And every one with claps 'gan sound, Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing? Doth fall in travail with her fear: Conveniently the rest convey: This stage, the ship, upon whose deck [Exit. SCENE I-Enter Pericles, on a Ship at Sea. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these surges, Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Having call'd them from the deep! O still thy deaf 'ning, Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nimble How does my queen?-Thou storm, thou! venomously Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle 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. Por O you gods! Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, And snatch them straight away? We, here below, Vie honour with yourselves. Lyc. Even for this charge. Per. Patience, good sir, Now, mild may be thy life! For a more blust'rous birth had never babe: Quiet and gentle thy conditions! For thou'rt the rudeliest welcom❜d to this world, As fire, air, water, carth, and heaven can make, Enter two Sailors. 1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you. 1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself. 2 Sail. But sca-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 still hath been observed; and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight. Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen! Lyc. Here she lies, sir. 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 Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper, [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? 2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind eease. Per. O make for Tharsus. 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 shipwrecked. Cer. Philemon, ho! Enter Philemon. Phil. Doth my lord call? Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men ; It has been a turbulent and stormy night. Sero. I have been in many; but such a night as this, |