1113Peri. The God of this great Vast, rebuke these surges,

1114Which wash both heauen and hell, and thou that hast

1115Vpon the Windes commaund, bind them in Brasse;

1116Hauing call'd them from the deepe, ô still

1117Thy deafning dreadfull thunders, gently quench

1118Thy nimble sulphirous flashes: ô How Lychorida!

1119How does my Queene? then storme venomously,

1120Wilt thou speat all thy selfe? the sea-mans Whistle

1121Is as a whisper in the eares of death,

1122Vnheard Lychorida? Lucina, oh!

1123Diuinest patrionesse, and my wife gentle

1124To those that cry by night, conuey thy deitie

1125Aboard our dauncing Boat, make swift the pangues

1126Of my Queenes trauayles? now Lychorida.

1128Lychor. Heere is a thing too young for such a place,

1129Who if it had conceit, would die, as I am like to doe:

1130Take in your armes this peece of your dead Queene.

1131Peri. How? how Lychorida?

1132Lycho. Patience (good sir) do not assist the storme,

1133Heer's all that is left liuing of your Queene;

1134A litle Daughter: for the sake of it,

1135Be manly, and take comfort.

1136Per. O you Gods!

1137Why do you make vs loue your goodly gyfts,

1138And snatch them straight away? we heere below,

1139Recall not what we giue, and therein may

1140Vse honour with you.

1141Lycho. Patience (good sir) euen for this charge.

1142Per. Now mylde may be thy life,

1143For a more blusterous birth had neuer Babe:

1144Quiet and gentle thy conditions; for

1145Thou art the rudelyest welcome to this world,

1146That euer was Princes Child: happy what followes,

1147Thou hast as chiding a natiuitie,

1148As Fire, Ayre, Water, Earth, and Heauen can make,

1149To harould thee from the wombe:

1150Euen at the first, thy losse is more then can

1151Thy portage quit, with all thou canst find heere:

1152Now the good Gods throw their best eyes vpon't.

11541.Sayl. What courage sir? God saue you.

1155Per. Courage enough, I do not feare the flaw,

1156It hath done to me the worst: yet for the loue

1157Of this poore Infant, this fresh new sea-farer,

1158I would it would be quiet.

11591.Sayl. Slake the bolins there; thou wilt not wilt thou:

1160Blow and split thy selfe.

11612.Sayl. But Sea-roome, and the brine and cloudy billow

1162Kisse the Moone, I care not.

11631. Sir your Queene must ouer board, the sea workes hie,

1164The Wind is lowd, and will not lie till the Ship

1165Be cleard of the dead.

1166Per. That's your superstition.

11671. Pardon vs, sir; with vs at Sea it hath bin still obserued.

1168And we are strong in easterne, therefore briefly yeeld'er,

1169Per. As you thinke meet; for she must ouer board straight:

1170Most wretched Queene.

1171Lychor. Heere she lyes sir.

1172Peri. A terrible Child-bed hast thou had (my deare,

1173No light, no fire, th'vnfriendly elements,

1174Forgot thee vtterly, nor haue I time

1175To giue thee hallowd to thy graue, but straight,

1176Must cast thee scarcly Coffind, in oare,

1177Where for a monument vpon thy bones,

1178The ayre remayning lampes, the belching Whale,

1179And humming Water must orewelme thy corpes,

1180Lying with simple shels: ô Lychorida,

1181Bid Nestor bring me Spices, Incke, and Taper,

1182My Casket, and my Iewels; and bid Nicander

1183Bring me the Sattin Coffin: lay the Babe

1184Vpon the Pillow; hie thee whiles I say

1185A priestly farewell to her: sodainely, woman.

11862. Sir, we haue a Chist beneath the hatches,

1187Caulkt and bittumed ready.

1188Peri. I thanke thee: Mariner say, what Coast is this?

11892. Wee are neere Tharsus.

1190Peri. Thither gentle Mariner,

1191Alter thy course for Tyre: When canst thou reach it?

11922. By breake of day, if the Wind cease.

1193Peri. O make for Tharsus,

1194There will I visit Cleon, for the Babe

1195Cannot hold out to Tyrus; there Ile leaue it

1196At carefull nursing: goe thy wayes good Mariner,

1197Ile bring the body presently. Exit..