2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. Per. O make for Tharfus. There will I vifit Cleon, for the babe Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it At careful nurfing. Go thy ways, good mariner; [Exeunt. SCENE II. Ephefus. 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 fuch a night as this, Till now, I ne'er endur'd. Cer. Your mafter will be dead ere you return; There's nothing can be minister'd to nature, That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, [To PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHILEMON, Servant, and those who had been Shipwrecked. Enter two Gentlemen. I Gent. Good morrow, fir. 2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Cer. Cer. Gentlemen, Why do you ftir so early? 1 Gent. Sir, Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea, The very principals did seem to rend, 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you 'Tis not our husbandry. Cer. O, you fay well. fo early: 1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, having Rich tire about you, should at these early hours Shake off the golden flumber of repose. It is moft ftrange, Nature fhould be fo converfant with pain, Cer. I held it ever, Virtue and cunning were endowments greater Than noblenefs and riches: careless heirs But immortality attends the former, (Together with my practice,) made familiar That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me 2 Gent. 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Your creatures, who by you have been reftor'd: Such strong renown as time shall never Did the fea tofs upon our fhore this chest ; 'Tis of fome wreck. Cer. Set 't down, let's look on it. Whate'er it be, 2 Gent. 'Tis like a coffin, fir. Cer. 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; If the fea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold, It is a good constraint of fortune, that Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd ! Did the fea caft it up? Serv. I never faw fo huge a billow, fir, As tofs'd it upon fhore. Come, wrench it open; Cer. Soft, foft!-it fmells most sweetly in my fense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour. Cer. As ever hit my noftril; fo,-up with it. O you most potent gods! what's here? a corfe! 1 Gent. Moft ftrange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of ftate; balm'd and entreasur'd With bags of spices full! A paffport too! Here I give to understand, (If e'er this coffin drive a-land,) I, king Pericles, bave loft [Unfolds a scroll. [Reads. This queen, worth all our mundane coft. She was the daughter of a king: If thou liv'ft, Pericles, thou haft a heart That even cracks for woe!-This chanc'd to-night. 2 Gent. Most likely, fir, Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh the looks!-They were too rough, That threw her in the fea. Make fire within Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. Death may ufurp on nature many hours, Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire. Well faid, well faid; the fire and the cloths. The rough and woful musick that we have, Cause it to found, 'befeech you. The vial once more;-How thou stirr'st, thou block?The mufick there.-I pray you, give her air :Gentlemen, This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth Breathes Breathes out of her; fhe hath not been entranc'd 1 Gent. The heavens, fir, Through you, increase our wonder, and fet up Cer. She is alive; behold, Her eyelids, cafes to those heavenly jewels Begin to part their fringes of bright gold; The diamonds of a most praised water Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live, And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, [She moves. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? z Gent. Is not this strange? 1 Gent. Cer. Most rare. Hufh, gentle neighbours; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. [Exeunt, carrying THAISA away. SCENE III. Tharfus. A Room in Cleon's Houfe. 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 ftands In |