2 Gen. A delicate odor. Cer. As ever hit my nostril: so,-up with it. 0 you most potent god! what's here? a corse! 1 Gen. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and en treasured, With 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. [reads. This queen, worth all our mundane1 cost. If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart That even cracks for woe! 2 Gen. Most likely, sir. Cer. This chanced to-night. Nay, certainly to-night; For, look, how fresh she looks! They were too rough, That threw her in the sea. Make fire within ; Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet. Death may usurp on nature many hours, 1 Worldly. The overpressed spirits. I have heard 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! The music there.-I pray you, give her air. This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth 1 Gen. 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. O live, And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature, Rare as you seem to be! Thai. O dear Diana, [she moves. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? 2 Gen. Is not this strange? 1 Gen. Cer. Most rare. Hush, gentle neighbors; Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her. Get linen: now this matter must be look'd to, [Exeunt, carrying Thaisa away. SCENE III. Tharsus. A room in Cleon's house. Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, and MARINA. Per. Most honor'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; My twelve months are expired, 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! Cleon. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally, As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom, To give her princely training, that she may be Cleon. Fear not, my lord; but think, The gods revenge it upon me and mine, Per. I believe you; Your honor and your goodness teach me to it, Without your vows. Till she be married, madam, By bright Diana, whom we honor all, Unscissor'd shall this hair of mine remain, Though I show will in 't. So I take my leave. In bringing up my child. Dio. I have one myself, Who shall not be more dear to my respect, Than yours, my lord. Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers. 1 Bounty. 2 i. e. though I appear wilful and perverse by such conduct. Cleon. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o' the shore; Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune,1 and Per. Your offer. I will embrace Come, dearest madam !-O, no tears; Lychorida, 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. Enter CERIMON and THAISA. Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels, That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember, I cannot rightly say. But since king Pericles, And never more have joy. Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak, Diana's temple is not distant far, Insidious waves that wear a treacherous smile. SHAK, XI. |