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Made louder by the o'er-fed breast
Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives Pericles a letter. PERICLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter Thaisa with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES take leare of her father, and depart. Then Simonides, &c. retire.
Gow. By many a dearn 7 and painful perch
6 Eke out.
8 A measure.
To the court of king Simonides
The sum of this,
Their vessel shakes
And what ensues in this fell storm,
Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea. Per. Thou God of this great vast, rebuke these
surges, Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that
hast Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, Having call’d them from the deep! O still thy deaf
’ning, Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nimble, Sulphureous flashes !-O how, Lychorida, How does my queen ? - Thou storm, thou !
mously 6 Wilt thou spit all thyself ? --The seaman's whistle Is as a whisper in the ears of death, Unheard.-Lychorida !-Lucina,? O Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle To those that cry by night, convey thy deity Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs Of my queen's travails !-Now, Lychorida
4 I shall not.
5 This wide expanse.
6 Maliciously, 7 The goddess of child-bearing.
Enter LYCHORIDA, with an infant.
Lyc. Here is a thing
queen. Per. How ! how, Lychorida!
Lyc. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm.
O you gods!
Patience, good sir,
Now, mild may be thy life!
3 Thought. 9 Contend with you in honour. 1 As noisy a one.
2 Than thy entrance into life can requitę.
Enter two Sailors. 1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you.
Per. Courage enough : I do not fear the flaw;3 It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, I would, it would be quiet.
1 Sail. Slack the bolins 4 there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself.
2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not.
1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard ; the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead.
Per. That's your superstition.
1 Sail. Pardon us, sir ; with us at sea it still hath been observed ; and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her ; for she must overboard straight. Per. Be it as you think meet.--Most wretched
queen! Lyc. Here she lies, sir.
Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, No light, no fire : the unfriendly elements Forgot thee utterly ; nor have I time To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze; Where, for a monument upon thy bones, And aye-remaining 5 lamps, the belching whale, And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse, Lying with simple shells. Lychorida, Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink, and paper, 3 Blast.
4 Bowlines, ropes of the sails. 5 Ever-burning.