My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander 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 cease. Per. O make for Tharsus. There will I visit Cleon, for the babe Cannot hold out to Tyrus; there I'll leave it SCENE II. [Exeunt. 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. Serv. 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; There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, And tell me how it works. [TO PHILEMON, [Freunt PHILEMON, Servant, and those who had been shipwrecked. Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea, 6 The very principals did seem to rend, And all to topple ;7 pure surprize and fear 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; "Tis not our husbandry.8 Cer. O, you say well. 1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, having Rich tire about you, should at these early hours It is most strange, Nature should be so conversant with pain, Cer. I held it ever, Virtue and cunning' were endowments greater The principals are the strongest rafters in the roof of a building. 8 i. e. Economical prudence, early rising, 9 Attire. 7 Tumble. I Knowledge. Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs Have studied physick, through which secret art, (Together with my practice,) made familiar That nature works, and of her cures; which give me Than to be thirsty after tottering honour, 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Enter Two Servants with a chest. Sir, even now Serv. Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest ; . "Tis of some wreck. Cer. Set 't down, let's look on it. Whate'er it be 2 Gent. "Tis like a coffin, sir. Cer. 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; 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 ! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and en treasur'd With bags of spices full! A passport too! Apollo, perfect me i'the characters! Here I give to understand, [Unfolds a scroll [Reads. (If e'er this coffin drive a-land,) I, king Pericles, have lost This queen, worth all our mundane2 cost, Who finds her, give her burying, She was the daughter of a king: If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart That even cracks for woe!-This chanc'd to-night. 2 Worldly. Nay, certainly to-night; 2 Gent. Most likely, sir. Cer. For look, how fresh she looks!-They were too rough, Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.- The vial once more;-How thou stirr'st, thou block?- This queen will live Breathes out of her; nature awakes; a warmth she hath not been entranc'd Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow Into life's flower again! 1 Gent. The heavens, sir, Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Cer. She is alive; behold, 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 Appear, to make the world twice rich. Olive, And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, |