Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Quarto)
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Enter Lord Cerymon with a seruant.
¶Cery. Phylemon, hoe.
1200
Enter Phylemon.
¶Phyl.. Doth my Lord call?
¶T'as been a turbulent and stormie night.
1205Till now, I neare endured:
¶There's nothing can be ministred to Nature,
¶That can recouer him: giue this to the Pothecary,
¶And tell me how it workes.
1210
Enter two Gentlemen.
¶1.Gent. Good morrow.
1215Shooke as the earth did quake:
¶The very principals did seeme to rend and all to topple:
¶T'is not our husbandry.
1225Being thereto not compelled.
¶Cery. I hold it euer Vertue and Cunning,
¶But Immortalitie attendes the former,
1230Making a man a god:
¶Through which secret Art, by turning ore Authorities,
¶I haue togeather with my practize, made famyliar,
1235In Vegetiues, in Mettals, Stones: and can speake of the
¶Then to be thirsty after tottering honour, or
1240To please the Foole and Death.
¶Poured foorth your charitie, and hundreds call themselues,
¶Your Creatures; who by you, haue been restored;
¶And not your knowledge, your personall payne,
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Enter two or three with a Chist.
¶Seru. So, lift there.
¶Cer. What's that?
¶Cer. Set't downe, let's looke vpon't.
¶Cer. What ere it be, t'is woondrous heauie;
1255Wrench it open straight:
¶If the Seas stomacke be orecharg'd with Gold,
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Cer. How close tis caulkt & bottomed, did the sea cast it vp?
¶2.Gent. A delicate Odour.
¶with full bagges of Spices, a Pasport to Apollo, perfect mee
¶in the Characters:
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Heere I giue to vnderstand,
¶That euer cracks for woe, this chaunc'd to night.
¶They were too rough, that threw her in the sea.
¶Make a Fire within; fetch hither all my Boxes in my Closet,
¶Death may vsurpe on Nature many howers, and yet
1285I heard of an Egiptian that had 9. howers lien dead,
¶Who was by good applyaunce recouered.
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Enter one with Napkins and Fire.
¶The Musicke there: I pray you giue her ayre:
¶Gentlemen, this Queene will liue,
¶Nature awakes a warmth breath out of her;
¶She hath not been entranc'st aboue fiue howers:
1295See how she ginnes to blow into lifes flower againe.
¶And sets vp your fame for euer.
¶Cer. She is aliue, behold her ey-lids,
1300Begin to part their fringes of bright gold,
¶To make the world twise rich, liue, and make vs weepe.
¶To heare your fate, faire creature, rare as you seeme to bee.
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Shee moues.
1305Thai. O deare Diana, where am I? where's my Lord?
¶What world is this?
¶To the next Chamber beare her: get linnen:
¶Is mortall: come, come; and Escelapius guide vs.
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They carry her away. Exeunt omnes.
