There will I visit Cleon, for the babe

Cannot hold out to Tyrus; there I'll leave it

At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner;
I'll bring the body presently.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Ephesus. A Room in CERIMON's House.

Enter CERIMON, a SERVANT, and some persons who have been

Cer. Philemon, ho!

shipwrecked.

Enter PHILEMON.

Phil. Doth my lord call?

Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men; it has been a turbulent and stormy night.

Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this,

Till now, I ne'er endured.

Cer. Your master will be dead ere your return:
There's nothing can be minister'd to nature,

That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary,
And tell me how it works.

[TO PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHIL., SERV., and those who had been wrecked. Enter two GENTLEMEN.

1 Gent. Good morrow,

Sir.

2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship. Cer. Gentlemen,

Why do you stir so early?

1 Gent. Sir,

Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
Shook, as the earth did quake:

The very principals * did seem to rend,

And all to topple, pure surprise and fear

Made me to quit the house.

2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; "Tis not our husbandry.†

Cer. O, you say well.

1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, having Rich tire about you, should at these early hours

Shake off the golden slumber of repose.

It is most strange,

Nature should be so conversant with pain,

Being thereto not compell'd.

Cer. I held it ever,

Virtue and cunning § were endowments greater

Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs

May the two latter darken and expend;
But immortality attends the former,
Making a man a god. "Tis known, I ever

Have studied physic, through which secret art,
By turning o'er authorities, I have

* Chief rafters.
Attire.

+ I. e. prudence.

Knowledge.

(Together with my practice) made familiar
To me and to my aid, the blest infusions
That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones:
And I can speak of the disturbances

That nature works, and of her cures; which gives me
A more content in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
To please the Fool and Death.

2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth Your charity, and hundreds call themselves

Your creatures, who by you have been restored:

And not your knowledge, personal pain, but even
Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
Such strong renown as time shall never-

Enter two SERVANTS with a chest.

Serv. So; lift there.

Cer. What is that?

Serv. Sir, even now

Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest ;

"Tis of some wreck.

Cer. Set't down, let's look on it.

2 Gent. "Tis like a coffin, Sir.

Cer. Whate'er it be,

"Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight; If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold,

It is a good constraint of fortune, that

It belches upon us.

2 Gent. "Tis so, my lord.

Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!-Did the sea cast

it up?

Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, Sir,

As toss'd it upon shore.

Cer. Come, wrench it open;

Soft, soft!-it smells most sweetly in my sense.

2 Gent. A delicate odour.

Cer. As ever hit my nostril; so,-up with it.

O you most potent god! what's here ? a corse!

1 Gent. Most strange!

Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured

With bags of spices full! A passport too!

Apollo, perfect me i' the characters!

Here I give to understand

(If e'er this coffin drive a-land),

I, King Pericles, have lost

[Unfolds a scroll.

[Reads.

This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
Who finds her, give her burying,
She was the daughter of a king:
Besides this treasure for a fee,
The gods requite his charity!

If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart

That even cracks for woe;-This chanced to-night. 2 Gent. Most likely, Sir.

Cer. Nay, certainly to-night:

For look, how fresh she looks! They were too rough,
That threw her in the sea. Make fire within;

Fetch hither all the boxes in my closet.

Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again
The overpressed spirits. I have heard
Of an Egyptian, had nine hours lien dead,
By good appliance was recovered.

Enter a SERVANT, with boxes, napkins, and fire.

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.-
The rough and woful music that we have,
Cause it to sound, 'beseech you.

The vial once more;-How thou stirr'st, thou block!-
The music there. I pray you, give her air:-
Gentlemen,

:

This queen will live: nature awakes: a warmth
Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranced
Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow
Into life's flower again!

1 Gent. The heavens, Sir,

Through you, increase our wonder, and set up
Your fame for ever.

Cer. She's alive; behold,

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels

Which Pericles hath lost,

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;

The diamonds of a most praised water

Appear, to make the world twice rich. O live,

And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,

Rare as you seem to be!

Thai. O dear Diana,

[She moves.

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?

2 Gent. Is not this strange ?

1 Gent. Most rare.

Cer. Hush, gentle neighbours;

Lend me your hands: to the next chamber bear her.

Get linen; now this matter must be look'd to.

For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come;

And Esculapius guide us!

[Exeunt carrying THAISA away.

SCENE III.-Tharsus. A Room in CLEON'S House.

Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, and MARINA.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;

My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,

Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally, Yet glance full wand'ringly on us.

Dion. O your sweet queen!

That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her hither, To have bless'd mine eyes!

Per. We cannot but obey

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end
Must be as 'tis. My babe Marina (whom,
For she was born at sea, I have named so) here
I charge your charity withal, and leave her
The infant of your care; beseeching you

To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

Cle. Fear not, my lord:

Your grace, that fed my country with your corn
(For which the people's prayers still fall upon you),
Must in your child be thought on. If neglection
Should therein make me vile, the common body,t
By you relieved, would force me to my duty:
But if to that my nature need a spur,

The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation!

Per. I believe you;

Your honour and your goodness teach me credit,
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
Unscissor'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show ill in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care

In bringing up my child.

Dion. I have one myself,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,

Than yours, my lord.

Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers.

Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o' the shore; Then give you up to the mask'd‡ Neptune, and

The gentlest winds of heaven.

Per. I will embrace

Your offer. Come, dear'st madam.-O, no tears,

Lychorida, no tears:

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
You may depend hereafter.-Come, my lord.

[Exeunt.

Treacherous.

SCENE IV-Ephesus. A Room in CERIMON's House.

Enter CERIMON and THAISA.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
At your command. Know you the character ?
Thai. It is my lord's.

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even on my yearning time; but whether there
Deliver'd or no, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say: But since King Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
A vestal livery will I take me to,

And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
Diana's temple is not distant far,

Where you may 'bide until your date* expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all;
Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

Enter GOWER.

Gow. Imagine Pericles at Tyre,
Welcom'd to his own desire.

His woful queen leave at Ephess,
To Dian there a votaress.

Now to Marina bend your mind,

Whom our fast growing scene must find

At Tharsus, and by Cleon train'd

In music, letters; who hath gain'd

Of education all the grace,

Which makes her both the heart and place

Of general wonder. But, alack!

That monster envy, oft the wrack

Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon
One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage rite; this maid
Hight Philoten: and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be: