1277If thou liuest Pericles, thou hast a heart,

1278That euer cracks for woe, this chaunc'd to night.

12792.Gent. Most likely sir.

1280Cer. Nay certainely to night, for looke how fresh she looks.

1281They were too rough, that threw her in the sea.

1282Make a Fire within; fetch hither all my Boxes in my Closet,

1283Death may vsurpe on Nature many howers, and yet

1284The fire of life kindle againe the ore-prest spirits :

1285I heard of an Egiptian that had 9. howers lien dead,

1286Who was by good applyaunce recouered.

1288Well sayd, well sayd; the fire and clothes: the rough and

1289Wofull Musick that we haue, cause it to sound beseech you:

1290The Violl once more; how thou stirr'st thou blocke?

1291The Musicke there: I pray you giue her ayre:

1292Gentlemen, this Queene will liue,

1293Nature awakes a warmth breath out of her;

1294She hath not been entranc'st aboue fiue howers:

1295See how she ginnes to blow into lifes flower againe.

12961.Gent. The Heauens, through you, encrease our wonder,

1297And sets vp your fame for euer.

1298Cer. She is aliue, behold her ey-lids,

1299Cases to those heauenly iewels which Pericles hath lost,

1300Begin to part their fringes of bright gold,

1301The Diamonds of a most praysed water doth appeare,

1302To make the world twise rich, liue, and make vs weepe.

1303To heare your fate, faire creature, rare as you seeme to bee.

1305Thai. O deare Diana, where am I? where's my Lord?