Pericles, Prince of Tyre: ACT III , SCENE II. Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house.

Pericles, Prince of Tyre: ACT III


	Introduction

	ACT I

	ACT II

	ACT III

		[Prologue]

		SCENE I

		SCENE II. Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house.

		SCENE III. Tarsus. A room in CLEON's house.

		SCENE IV. Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house.

	ACT IV

	ACT V

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SCENE II. Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house.

Enter CERIMON, with a Servant, and some Persons who have been shipwrecked

CERIMON

Philemon, ho!

Enter PHILEMON

PHILEMON

Doth my lord call?

CERIMON

Get fire and meat for these poor men:
'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.

Servant

5 I have been in many; but such a night as this,
Till now, I ne'er endured.

CERIMON

      Your master will be dead ere you return;
      There's nothing can be minister'd to nature
      That can recover him.

To PHILEMON

10 Give this to the 'pothecary,
And tell me how it works.

Exeunt all but CERIMON

Enter two Gentlemen

First Gentleman

Good morrow.

Second Gentleman

Good morrow to your lordship.

CERIMON

Gentlemen,
15 Why do you stir so early?

First Gentleman

      Sir,
      Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
      Shook as the earth did quake;
      The very principals did seem to rend,
20    And all-to topple: pure surprise and fear
      Made me to quit the house.

Second Gentleman

That is the cause we trouble you so early;
'Tis not our husbandry.

CERIMON

O, you say well.

First Gentleman

25    But I much marvel that your lordship, having
      Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
      Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
      'Tis most strange,
      Nature should be so conversant with pain,
30    Being thereto not compell'd.

CERIMON

      I hold it ever,
      Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
      Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
      May the two latter darken and expend;
35    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,
      Together with my practise, made familiar
40    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 doth give me
      A more content in course of true delight
45    Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
      Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
      To please the fool and death.

Second Gentleman

      Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
      Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
50    Your creatures, who by you have been restored:
      And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
      Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
      Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.

Enter two or three Servants with a chest

First Servant

So; lift there.

CERIMON

55 What is that?

First Servant

      Sir, even now
      Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:
      'Tis of some wreck.

CERIMON

Set 't down, let's look upon't.

Second Gentleman

60 'Tis like a coffin, sir.

CERIMON

      Whate'er it be,
      'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:
      If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold,
      'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.

Second Gentleman

65 'Tis so, my lord.

CERIMON

How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
Did the sea cast it up?

First Servant

I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
As toss'd it upon shore.

CERIMON

70 Wrench it open;
Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.

Second Gentleman

A delicate odour.

CERIMON

As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse!

First Gentleman

75 Most strange!

CERIMON

      Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured
      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
      This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
      Who finds her, give her burying;
      She was the daughter of a king:
85    Besides this treasure for a fee,
      The gods requite his charity!'
      If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart
      That even cracks for woe! This chanced tonight.

Second Gentleman

Most likely, sir.

CERIMON

90    Nay, certainly to-night;
      For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough
      That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within:
      Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.

Exit a Servant

      Death may usurp on nature many hours,
95    And yet the fire of life kindle again
      The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
      That had nine hours lien dead,
      Who was by good appliance recovered.

Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire

      Well said, well said; the fire and cloths.
100   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.
105   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!

First Gentleman

      The heavens,
110   Through you, increase our wonder and set up
      Your fame forever.

CERIMON

      She is alive; behold,
      Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
      Which Pericles hath lost,
115   Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
      The diamonds of a most praised water
      Do appear, to make the world twice rich. Live,
      And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
      Rare as you seem to be.

She moves

THAISA

120 O dear Diana,
Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?

Second Gentleman

Is not this strange?

First Gentleman

Most rare.

CERIMON

      Hush, my gentle neighbours!
125   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 AEsculapius guide us!

Exeunt, carrying her away

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