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2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease.
Per. O make for Tharsus.
Enter CERIMON, a Servant, and some persons who have been
Cer. Philemon, ho!
Phil. Doth my lord call ?
Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men ;
Sersy. I have been in many; but fuch a night as this,
Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return;
Enter two Gentlemen.
Good morrow, fir. 2 Gent, Good morrow to your lordship.
Gentlemen, Why do you stir fo early?
i 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 surprize and fear Made me to quit the house. 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble
so early: 'Tis not our husbandry. Cer.
O, you say well. i Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, having Rich tire about you, should at these early hours Shake off the golden Number of repose. It is most strange, Nature fhould 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 physick, through wbich secret art, By turning o'er authorities, I have (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 filken bags, To please the fool and death.
2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
Enter two Servants with a cheft.
Serv. So; lift there.
What is that?
Sir, even now
Set 't down, let's look on it.
Whate'er it be,
'Tis fo, my lord.
Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
Come, wrench it open ;
2 Gent, A delicate odour.
most potent gods! what's here? a corse!
With bags of spices full! A passport too!
Here I give to understand,
If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart
2 Gent. Most likely, fr,
Nay, certainly to-night;
the fire of life kindle again
Enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire.
Well said, well faid; the fire and the cloths.
Breathes out of her ; the hath not been entranc'd
The heavens, fir,
She is alive; behold,
[She movies. Thai.
O dear Diana,
2 Gent. Is not this strange ?
Hush, gentle neighbours ;
[Exeunt, carrying THAISA away.
Enter PERICLES, CLEON, DIONYZA, LYCHORIDA, and
Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; My twelve months are expir'd, and Tyrus ftands