Your purse, still open, hath built lord Cerimon Enter two Servants with a Chest. Serv. So; lift there. Cer. What is that? Serv. Sir, even now Set't down, let's look on it. Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest ; 'Tis of some wreck. Cer. 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, sir. Whate'er it be, It belches upon us. 2 Gent. 'Tis so, my lord. Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd !— Did the sea cast it up? 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 god! what's here? a corse! 1 Gent. Most strange! [sur'd Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreaWith bags of spices full! 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. This queen, worth all our mundane cost. Who finds her, give her burying, The gods requite his charity! [Reads. If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks!-They were too rough, Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire. Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. The vial once more;-How thou stirr'st, thou block!-- This queen will live nature awakes; a warmth 1 Gent. Cer. She is alive; behold, Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, 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. 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 Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. ! [mortally, Dion. O your sweet queen That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her hither, To have bless'd mine eyes! Per. We cannot but obey Cle. The gods revenge it upon me and mine, I believe you; Per. Unscissar'd shall this bair of mine remain, 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, dearest madam.-O, no tears, Look to your little mistress, on whose grace You may depend hereafter.-Come, my lord. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. EPHESUS. A Room in CERIMON'S House. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, That I was shipp'd at sea, 1 well remember, I cannot rightly say: But since king Pericles, And never more have joy. Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Where you may 'bide until your date expire. Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; [Exeunt. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Now to Marina bend your mind, Which makes her both the heart and place |