The god of this great vast, rebuke these surges

3.1.21114Which wash both heaven and hell! And thou that hast

3.1.31115Upon the winds command, bind them in brass,

3.1.41116Having called them from the deep; O still

3.1.51117Thy deafening dreadful thunders, gently quench

3.1.61118Thy nimble sulphurous flashes! [He calls.] Oh, how-- Lychorida --

3.1.71119How does my queen? [Thunder.] Thou storm, venomously

3.1.81120Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle

3.1.91121Is as a whisper in the ears of death,

3.1.101122Unheard. [He calls.] Lychorida? Lucina, o

3.1.111123Divinest patroness and midwife gentle

3.1.121124To those that cry by night, convey thy deity

3.1.131125Aboard our dancing boat, make swift the pangs

3.1.141126Of my queen's travails! Now, Lychorida.

Here is a thing too young for such a place,

3.1.161129Who if it had conceit would die, as I

3.1.17Am like to do. 1130Take in your arms this piece

3.1.18Of your dead queen.

Of your dead queen. How? How, Lychorida?

Patience, good sir. Do not assist the storm.

3.1.201133Here's all that is left living of your queen:

3.1.211134A little daughter. For the sake of it,

3.1.221135Be manly, and take comfort.

Be manly, and take comfort. O you gods!

3.1.231137Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,

3.1.241138And snatch them straight away? We here below

3.1.251139Recall not what we give, and therein may

3.1.261140Vie honor with you.

Vie honor with you. Patience, good sir,

3.1.27Even for this charge.

Even for this charge. [To the baby] Now mild may be thy life,

3.1.281143For a more blusterous birth had never babe;

3.1.291144Quiet and gentle thy conditions, for

3.1.301145Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world

3.1.311146That ever was prince's child; happy what follows,

3.1.321147Thou hast as chiding a nativity,

3.1.331148As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make,

3.1.341149To herald thee from the womb.

3.1.351150Even at the first thy loss is more than can

3.1.361151Thy portage quit with all thou canst find here.

3.1.371152Now the good gods throw their best eyes upon't!

What courage sir? God save you.

Courage enough, I do not fear the flaw,

3.1.411156It hath done to me the worst. Yet for the love

3.1.421157Of this poor infant, this fresh new sea-farer,

3.1.431158I would it would be quiet.

[Calls to sailors off.] Slack the bowlines there! [To the storm.] Thou wilt not, wilt thou? 1160Blow and split thyself!

But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow 1162kiss the moon, I care not.

[To Pericles] Sir, your queen must overboard. The sea works high, 1164the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship 1165be cleared of the dead.

That's your superstition.

Pardon us, sir. With us at sea it hath been still observed, 1168and we are strong in custom. Therefore briefly yield 'er, 1169 for she must overboard straight.

As you think meet. 1170Most wretchèd queen!

As you think meet. Most wretchèd queen! Here she lies, sir.

A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear.

3.1.511173No light, no fire. Th'unfriendly elements

3.1.521174Forgot thee utterly. Nor have I time

3.1.531175To give thee hallowed to thy grave, but straight

3.1.541176Must cast thee, scarcely coffined, in the ooze,

3.1.551177Where for a monument upon thy bones,

3.1.561178And e'er-remaining lamps, the belching whale

3.1.571179And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse,

3.1.581180Lying with simple shells. O Lychorida,

3.1.591181Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper,

3.1.601182My casket and my jewels, and bid Nicander

3.1.611183Bring me the satin coffer. Lay the babe

3.1.621184Upon the pillow. Hie thee, whiles I say

3.1.631185A priestly farewell to her. Suddenly, woman!

Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, 1187caulked and bitumed ready.

I thank thee, mariner. Say, what coast is this?

We are near Tharsus.

Thither, gentle Mariner,

3.1.681191Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?

By break of day, if the wind cease.

Oh, make for Tharsus!

3.1.711194There will I visit Cleon, for the babe

3.1.721195Cannot hold out to Tyrus. There I'll leave it

3.1.731196At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner.

3.1.741197I'll bring the body presently.