Pericles, Prince of Tyre (Modern)

2.01197.1[3.2]
2.0.11198Enter Lord Cerimon with a servant [and another man in distress].
2.11199Cerimon
 [Calling offstage] Philemon, ho!
2.1.11200Enter Philemon.
2.21201Philemon
 Doth my lord call?
2.31202Cerimon
 Get fire and meat for these poor men.
2.3.1[Exit Philemon.]
2.41203'T'as been a turbulent and stormy night.
2.51204Servant
 I have been in many, but such a night as this,
2.61205Till now I ne'er endured.
2.71206Cerimon
 [To servant] Your master will be dead ere you return.
2.81207There's nothing can be ministered to nature
2.91208That can recover him. [To the other man, giving him a note.] Give this to the 'pothecary,
2.101209And tell me how it works.[Exeunt both men.]
2.10.11210Enter two gentlemen.
2.1112111 Gentleman
 Good morrow.
2.1212122 Gentleman
 Good morrow to your lordship.
2.131213Cerimon
 Gentlemen, why do you stir so early?
2.1412141 Gentleman
 Sir,
2.15Our lodgings standing bleak upon the sea
2.161215Shook as the earth did quake.
2.171216The very principals did seem to rend
2.18And all to topple. 1217Pure surprise and fear,
2.19Made me to quit the house.
2.2012182 Gentleman
 That is the cause we trouble you so early,
2.211219'Tis not our husbandry!
 1220Cerimon
 'Tis not our husbandry!  Oh, you say well!
2.2212211 Gentleman
 But I much marvel that your lordship, 1222having
2.23Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
2.241223Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
2.25'Tis most strange
2.261224Nature should be so conversant with pain,
2.271225Being thereto not compelled.
 1226Cerimon
 Being thereto not compelled.  I hold it ever
2.28Virtue and cunning 1227were endowments greater
2.29Than nobleness and riches. 1228Careless heirs
2.30May the two latter darken and expend,
2.311229But immortality attends the former,
2.321230Making a man a god. 1231'Tis known, I ever
2.33Have studied physic, 1232through which secret art,
2.34By turning o'er authorities 1233I have,
2.35Together with my practice, made familiar
2.361234To me and to my aid the blest infusions
2.37That dwells 1235in vegetives, in metals, stones;
2.38And I can speak of the 1236disturbances
2.39That nature works, and of her cures, 1237which doth give me
2.40A more content in course of true delight
2.411238Than to be thirsty after tottering honor,
2.42Or 1239tie my pleasure up in silken bags
2.431240To please the fool, and death.
Gentleman
 To please the fool, and death.  Your honor has
2.44Through Ephesus 1242poured forth your charity,
2.45And hundreds call themselves 1243your creatures who
2.46By you have been restored. 1244And not your knowledge,
2.47Your personal pain, 1245but even your purse still open
2.48Hath built Lord Cerimon 1246such strong renown
2.49As time shall never --
2.49.11247Enter two or three [servants] with a chest.
2.501248[1] Servant
 So, lift there!
 1249Cerimon
 So, lift there!  What's that?
 1250[1] Servant
 So, lift there! What's that?  Sir, even now
2.51Did the sea toss up upon our shore 1251this chest;
2.52'Tis of some wreck.
 1252Cerimon
 'Tis of some wreck.  Set't down. Let's look upon't.
2.5312532 Gentleman
 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
 1254Cerimon
 'Tis like a coffin, sir.  Whate'er it be,
2.54 'Tis wondrous heavy. 1255[To servants] Wrench it open straight!
2.54.1[The servants begin work on the chest.]
2.551256[To the gentlemen] If the sea's stomach be o'er-charged with gold,
2.561257'Tis a good constraint of Fortune it belches upon us.
2.5712582 Gentleman
 'Tis so, my lord.
 1259Cerimon
 'Tis so, my lord.  How close 'tis caulked & bitumed!
2.58Did the sea cast it up?
2.591260[1] Servant
 I never saw so huge a billow sir,
2.60As tossed it upon shore.
 1261Cerimon
 As tossed it upon shore.  Wrench it open.
2.60.1[The servants force the lid.]
2.61Soft! It smells most sweetly in my sense.
2.6212622 Gentleman
 A delicate odour.
2.631263Cerimon
 As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it!
2.63.1[The servants open the chest.]
2.641264O you most potent gods! What's here, a corpse?
2.6512652 Gentleman
 Most strange!
2.661266Cerimon
 Shrouded in cloth of state, balmed and entreasured
2.671267With full bags of spices! A passport too!
2.67.1[He takes a paper from the chest.]
2.68Apollo, perfect me 1268in the characters! [He reads.]
2.691269
 Here I give to understand,
2.701270If e'er this coffin drives a-land:
2.711271I, King Pericles, have lost
2.721272This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
2.731273Who finds her, give her burying:
2.741274She was the daughter of a king.
2.751275Besides this treasure for a fee,
2.761276The Gods requite his charity!
2.771277If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart
2.781278That ever cracks for woe! This chanced tonight.
2.7912792 Gentleman
 Most likely, sir.
 1280Cerimon
 Most likely, sir.  Nay, certainly tonight,
2.801281For look how fresh she looks. They were too rough
2.81That threw her in the sea. 1282[To servants] Make a fire within.
2.82Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.
2.82.1[Exeunt servants.]
2.831283[To gentlemen] Death may usurp on nature many hours,
2.84And yet 1284the fire of life kindle again
2.85The o'er-pressed spirits. 1285I heard of an Egyptian
2.86That had nine hours lain dead, 1286who was
2.87By good appliance recovered.
2.87.11287Enter one [servant] with napkins and fire.
2.881288Well said, well said! The fire and cloths!
2.891289[To gentlemen] The rough and woeful music that we have,
2.90Cause it to sound, beseech you.
2.90.1[A gentleman withdraws to cue music.]
2.911290[To servant] The vial once more. How thou stir'st, thou block!
2.921291[Calls.] The music there! [Music plays.] I pray you, give her air.
2.931292Gentlemen, this queen will live!
2.941293Nature awakes a warm breath out of her.
2.951294She hath not been entranced above five hours.
2.961295See how she 'gins to blow into life's flower again.
2.9712961 Gentleman
 The heavens through you increase our wonder,
2.981297And sets up your fame for ever.
 1298Cerimon
 And sets up your fame for ever.  She is alive.
2.99Behold her eyelids, 1299cases to those
2.100Heavenly jewels which Pericles hath lost,
2.1011300Begin to part their fringes of bright gold.
2.1021301The diamonds of a most praisèd water
2.103Doth appear, 1302to make the world twice rich. Live,
2.104And make us weep 1303to hear your fate, fair creature,
2.105Rare as you seem to be.
 1304She moves.
 1305Thaisa
 Rare as you seem to be.  O dear Diana!
2.106Where am I? Where's my lord? 1306What world is this?
2.10713072 Gentleman
 Is not this strange?
Gentleman
 Is not this strange?  Most rare!
 1308Cerimon
 Is not this strange? Most rare!  Hush, my gentle neighbors.
2.108Lend me your hands. 1309To the next chamber bear her.
2.109[To servants] Get linen. 1310Now this matter must be looked to,
2.110For her relapse 1311is mortal. Come, come;
2.111And Aesculapius guide us.
2.111.11312They carry her away. Exeunt omnes.
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