Enter GoWER. Gow. Now sleep yslakéd hath the rout; No din but snores the house about, Made louder by the o'er-fed breast Of this most pompous marriage feast. The cat with eyne of burning coal, Now couches 'fore the mouse's hole; And crickets sing at th' oven's mouth, As the blither for their drouth. Hymen hath brought the bride to bed, Where, by the loss of maidenhead, A babe is moulded.-Be attent, And time that is so briefly spent, 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 shew's it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shews 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, Of Pericles the careful search By the four opposing coignes, Which the world together joins, Is made with all due diligence, That horse, and sail, and high expense, Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre (Fame answering the most strong inquire) To the court of King Simonides Are letters brought, the tenour these: Antiochus and his daughter's dead; The crown of Tyre, but he will none. The mutiny there he hastes t' appease; Come not, in twice six moons, home, He, obedient to their doom, Will take the crown. The sum of this, And every one with claps 'gan sound, up and down the poor ship drives, I nill relate, action may This stage the ship, upon whose deck The sea-tost prince appears to speak. [Exit. Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nimble Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant. Too young for such a place, who, if it had Lyc. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm. Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, Lyc. Patience, good sir, even for this charge, For thou 'rt the rudeliest welcomed to this world As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, Throw their best eyes upon it! Enter two Sailors. 1st Sail. What courage, sir? God save you. Per. Courage enough. I do not fear the flaw; It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love Of this poor infant, this fresh new seafarer, I would it would be quiet. 1st Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow and split thyself. 2nd Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon I care not. 1st 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. 1st 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 To give thee hallowed to thy grave, but straight Upon the pillow; hie thee, A priestly farewell to her: suddenly, woman. [Exit LYCHORIDA. 2nd Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulked and bitumed ready. Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say, what coast is this? 2nd Sail. We are near Tharsus. Per. Thither, gentle mariner, Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it? 2nd Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. Per. O make for Tharsus. There will I visit Cleon, for the babe SCENE II.-Ephesus. [Exeunt. 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 hath been a turbulent and stormy night. Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this Till now I ne'er endured. Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return; There's nothing can be ministered to nature That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, And tell me how it works. [TO PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHILEMON, Servant, and those who had been shipwrecked. Enter two Gentlemen. 1st Gent. Good morrow, sir. 2nd Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Cer. Gentlemen, why do you stir so early? 1st Gent. Sir, our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea, Shook as the earth did quake; The very principals did seem to rend, 2nd Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; 'Tis not our husbandry. Cer. O you say well. 1st 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. Virtue and cunning were endowments greater That nature works, and of her cures; which give me 2nd Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus poured forth Your charity, and hundreds call themselves (If e'er this coffin drive a-land), I, King Pericles, have lost This queen, worth all our mundane cost. She was the daughter of a king: If thou liv 'st Pericles, thou hast a heart Nay, certainly to-night; rough That threw her in the sea. Make fire within; 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! Enter CERIMON and THAISA. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, Lay with you in your coffer: which are now At your command. Know you the character? Thai. It is my lord's. That I was shipped at sea I well remember, I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles, Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all; Yet my good will is great, though the gift small. [Exeunt. Enter GOWER. Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre, Now to Marina bend your mind, Act IV. Which makes her both the heart and place Be 't when she weaved the sleided silk She sung, and made the night-bird mute, That still records with moan; or when With the dove of Paphos might the crow I do commend to your content: Post on the lame feet of my rhyme; With Leonine, a murderer. [Exit. SCENE I.-Tharsus. An open Place, near the Sea-shore. Enter DIONYZA and LEONINE. Dion. Thy oath remember; thou hast sworn to do it; "Tis but a blow, which never shall be known. Leon. I'll do 't; but yet she is a goodly creature. Dion. The fitter then the gods should have her. Here weeping she comes for her old nurse's death. Thou art resolved? Leon. I am resolved. Enter MARINA, with a basket of flowers. Mar. No, no, I will rob Tellus of her weed, To strew thy green with flowers; the yellows, blues, The purple violets, and marigolds, Shall, as a chaplet, hang upon thy grave, Dion. How now, Marina! why do you keep alone : How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not |