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Your purse, still open, bath 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'ercbarg’d 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 bitum'd! Did the see 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 bere? a corse! 1 Gent. Most strange!

(sur'd Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreaWith bags of spices full! A passport too! Apollo, perfect me i'the characters! [Unfolds a Scroll. Here I give to understand

[Reads.
(It' e'er this coffin drive a-land),
1, king Pericles, have lost
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 chanc'd 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 stirröst, thou block!
The music there.~Í 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!
1 Gent.

The heavens, sir,
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
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!

[She moves. Thai.

O dear Diana, 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 Æsculapius guide us! [Exeunt, carrying Thi

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 Yet glance full wand'ringly on us. [mortally, Dion.

O your sweet qeeen! That the strict fates had pleas'd 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 nam'd 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,
By you reliev'd, would force me to my duty: 1
But if to that my nature need a spur,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation!

Per.
Your honour and your

goodness teach me credit,
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 show will in't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.

I believe you;

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.-0, 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 yearning 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 lake 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 recompenso is thanks, that's all;
Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.

[Exeunt.

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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 gaiu'd Of education all the grace, Which makes her both the heart and place Of goneral 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 fight; this maid Hight Philoten: and it is said For certain in our story, she Would ever with Marina be:

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