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Your purse, still open, bath built lord Cerimon
Enter two Servants with a Chest.
What is that?
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
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
The gods requite his charity!
2 Gent. Most likely, sir.
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.
The heavens, sir,
She is alive; 'behold,
[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.
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
Could I rage and roar
Fear not, my lord:
goodness teach me credit,
I believe you;
I have one myself,
Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your grace even to the edge o'the
I will embrace
Enter CERIMON and THAISA.
Thai. It is my lord's.
Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as you speak,
Thai. My recompenso is thanks, that's all;
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: