Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.

Death may usurp on nature many hours,
And yet the fire of life kindle again

The o'erpress'd spirits. I have heard of an Egyptian
That had nine hours lien dead,

Who was by good appliance recovered.

Enter a Servant with napkins and fire.

Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.-
The rough and woeful music that we have,

Cause it to sound, beseech you.

The viol 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 entranc'd above five hours.

See how she 'gins to blow into life's flower again!

First Gent. The heavens, through you, increase our wonder, And set up your fame for ever.

Cer. She is 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

Do 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.

[She moves.

O dear Diana,

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?
Second Gent. Is not this strange?

First Gent.

Cer.

Most rare.

Hush, my 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,

And Esculapius guide us!

[Exeunt, carrying out THAISA.

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 expir'd, 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 pleas'd you had brought her hither, To have bless'd mine eyes with her! Per.

The powers above us. Could I rage

We cannot but obey and roar

As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end

Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe, Marina—whom
For she was born at sea, I have nam'd so-here
I charge your charity withal, leaving 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; but think,
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,
By you reliev'd, 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!

Your honour and your goodness teach me to it,
Without your vows. Till she be married, madam,
By bright Diana, whom we honour all,
Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I shew ill in 't. So I take my leave:
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.

Dion.

Who shall not be more dear to my respect,

Than yours, my lord.

I have one myself,

Madam, my thanks and prayers.

Per.

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.

I will embrace

Per.
Your offer. Come, dearest madam.-O, no tears,
Lychorida, no tears:

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

[Exeunt.

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 eaning time;
But whether there delivered 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.

Gow. Imagine Pericles arriv'd at Tyre, Welcom❜d and settled to his own desire. His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus, Unto Diana 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,