Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house.
Enter CERIMON, with a Servant, and some Persons who have been shipwrecked
2 Doth my lord call?
3 Get fire and meat for these poor men:
'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.
5 I have been in many; but such a night as this,
6 Till now, I ne'er endured.
7 Your master will be dead ere you return;
8 There's nothing can be minister'd to nature
9 That can recover him.
10 Give this to the 'pothecary,
11 And tell me how it works.
Exeunt all but CERIMON
Enter two Gentlemen
12 Good morrow.
13 Good morrow to your lordship.
15 Why do you stir so early?
17 Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
18 Shook as the earth did quake;
19 The very principals did seem to rend,
20 And all-to topple: pure surprise and fear
21 Made me to quit the house.
22 That is the cause we trouble you so early;
'Tis not our husbandry.
O, you say well.
25 But I much marvel that your lordship, having
26 Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
27 Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
'Tis most strange,
29 Nature should be so conversant with pain,
30 Being thereto not compell'd.
31 I hold it ever,
Virtue 32 and cunning were endowments greater
33 Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
34 May the two latter darken and expend;
35 But immortality attends the former.
36 Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
37 Have studied physic, through which secret art,
38 By turning o'er authorities, I have,
39 Together with my practise, made familiar
40 To me and to my aid the blest infusions
41 That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
42 And I can speak of the disturbances
43 That nature works, and of her cures; which doth give me
44 A more content in course of true delight
45 Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
46 Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
47 To please the fool and death.
48 Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
49 Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
50 Your creatures, who by you have been restored:
51 And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
52 Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
53 Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.
Enter two or three Servants with a chest
So; lift there.
55 What is that?
Sir, even now
57 Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:
'Tis of some wreck.
59 Set 't down, let's look upon't.
'Tis like a coffin, sir.
61 Whate'er it be,
'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:
63 If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold,
'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.
'Tis so, my lord.
66 How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
67 Did the sea cast it up?
68 I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
69 As toss'd it upon shore.
70 Wrench it open;
Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.
72 A delicate odour.
73 As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
74 O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse!
75 Most strange!
76 Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured
77 With full bags of spices! A passport too!
Apollo, perfect me in the characters!
Reads from a scroll
'Here I give to understand,
80 If e'er this coffin drive a-land,
I, King Pericles, have lost
82 This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
83 Who finds her, give her burying;
84 She was the daughter of a king:
85 Besides this treasure for a fee,
86 The gods requite his charity!'
87 If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart
88 That even cracks for woe! This chanced tonight.
89 Most likely, sir.
Nay, certainly to-night;
91 For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough
92 That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within:
93 Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.
Exit a Servant
94 Death may usurp on nature many hours,
95 And yet the fire of life kindle again
96 The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
97 That had nine hours lien dead,
98 Who was by good appliance recovered.
Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire
99 Well said, well said; the fire and cloths.
100 The rough and woeful music that we have,
101 Cause it to sound, beseech you.
102 The viol once more: how thou stirr'st, thou block!
103 The music there!--I pray you, give her air.
105 This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth
106 Breathes out of her: she hath not been entranced
107 Above five hours: see how she gins to blow
108 Into life's flower again!
109 The heavens,
110 Through you, increase our wonder and set up
111 Your fame forever.
112 She is alive; behold,
113 Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
114 Which Pericles hath lost,
115 Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
116 The diamonds of a most praised water
117 Do appear, to make the world twice rich. Live,
118 And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
119 Rare as you seem to be.
120 O dear Diana,
121 Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?
122 Is not this strange?
123 Most rare.
Hush, my gentle neighbours!
125 Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her.
126 Get linen: now this matter must be look'd to,
127 For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;
128 And AEsculapius guide us!
Exeunt, carrying her away