1199Cery. Phylemon, hoe.

1201Phyl.. Doth my Lord call?

1202Cery. Get Fire and meat for these poore men,

1203T'as been a turbulent and stormie night.

1204Seru. I haue been in many; but such a night as this,

1205Till now, I neare endured:

1206Cery. Your Maister will be dead ere you returne,

1207There's nothing can be ministred to Nature,

1208That can recouer him: giue this to the Pothecary,

1209And tell me how it workes.

12111.Gent. Good morrow.

12122.Gent. Good morrow to your Lordship,

1213Cery. Gentlemen, why doe you stirre so early?

12141.Gent. Sir, our lodgings standing bleake vpon the sea

1215Shooke as the earth did quake:

1216The very principals did seeme to rend and all to topple:

1217Pure surprize and feare, made me to quite the house.

12182.Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early,

1219T'is not our husbandry.

1220Cery. O you say well.

12211.Gent. But I much maruaile that your Lordship,

1222Hauing rich tire about you, should at these early howers,

1223Shake off the golden slumber of repose; tis most strange

1224Nature should be so conuersant with Paine,

1225Being thereto not compelled.

1226Cery. I hold it euer Vertue and Cunning,

1227Were endowments greater, then Noblenesse & Riches;

1228Carelesse Heyres, may the two latter darken and expend;

1229But Immortalitie attendes the former,

1230Making a man a god:

1231T'is knowne, I euer haue studied Physicke:

1232Through which secret Art, by turning ore Authorities,

1233I haue togeather with my practize, made famyliar,

1234To me and to my ayde, the blest infusions that dwels

1235In Vegetiues, in Mettals, Stones: and can speake of the

1236Disturbances that Nature works, and of her cures;

1237which doth giue me a more content in course of true delight

1238Then to be thirsty after tottering honour, or

1239Tie my pleasure vp in silken Bagges,

1240To please the Foole and Death.

12412. Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus,

1242Poured foorth your charitie, and hundreds call themselues,

1243Your Creatures; who by you, haue been restored;

1244And not your knowledge, your personall payne,

1245But euen your Purse still open, hath built Lord Cerimon,

1246Such strong renowne, as time shall neuer.

1248Seru. So, lift there.

1249Cer. What's that?

1250Ser. Sir, euen now did the sea tosse vp vpon our shore

1251This Chist; tis of some wracke.

1252Cer. Set't downe, let's looke vpon't.

12532.Gent. T'is like a Coffin, sir.

1254Cer. What ere it be, t'is woondrous heauie;

1255Wrench it open straight:

1256If the Seas stomacke be orecharg'd with Gold,

1257T'is a good constraint of Fortune it belches vpon vs.

12582.Gent. T'is so, my Lord.

1259 Cer. How close tis caulkt & bottomed, did the sea cast it vp?

1260Ser. I neuer saw so huge a billow sir, as tost it vpon shore.

1261Cer. Wrench it open soft; it smels most sweetly in my sense.

12622.Gent. A delicate Odour.

1263Cer. As euer hit my nostrill: so, vp with it.

1264Oh you most potent Gods! what's here, a Corse?

12652.Gent. Most strange.

1266Cer. Shrowded in Cloth of state, balmed and entreasured

1267with full bagges of Spices, a Pasport to Apollo, perfect mee

1268in the Characters:

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?

1306What world is this?

13072.Gent. Is not this strange? 1.Gent. Most rare.

1308Ceri. Hush (my gentle neighbours) lend me your hands,

1309To the next Chamber beare her: get linnen:

1310Now this matter must be lookt to for her relapse

1311Is mortall: come, come; and Escelapius guide vs.