Изображения страниц
PDF
EPUB

My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
Bring me the sattin coffer : lay the babe
Upon the pillow; hie thee, whiles I say
A priestly farewell to her : suddenly, woman.

[Exit LYCHORIDA. 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk'd and bitúmed ready.

Per. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this? 2 Sail. We are near Tharsus.

Per. Thither, gentle mariner, Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?

2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease.

Per. O make for Tharsus.
There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
Cannot hold out to Tyrus ; there I'll leave it
At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner ;
I'll bring the body presently.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Ephesus. A Rooin in Cerimon's House.

Enter CERIMON, a Servant, and some persons who

have been shipwrecked, Cer. Philemon, ho!

Enter PHILEMON.
Phil. Doth

my

lord call ? Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men ; It has been a turbulent and stormy night.

Serv. I have been in many; hut such a night as this, Till now I ne'er endur'd.

Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return;

There's nothing can be minister'd to nature,
That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary,
And tell me how it works. [To PHILEMON.
[Freunt PHILEMON, Servant, and those who had

been shipwrecked.

Enter Two Gentlemen.
i Gent,

Good morrow, sir.
2 Gent. Good morrow to your lordship.
Cer.

Gentlemen, Why do you stir so early?

1 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 ;7 pure surprize and fear
Made me to quit the house.

2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early ; "Tis not our husbandry. 8 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 slumber of repose.
It is most strange,
Nature should be so conversant with pain,
Being thereto not compellid.
Cer.

I held it ever,
Virtue and cunning' were endowments greater

The principals are the strongest rafters in the roof of a building. 7 Tumbie. 8 ise. Economical prudence, early rising,

9 Attire, I Knowledge.

Tha» 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 which 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 give me
A more content in course of true delight
Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
To please the fool and death.
2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd

forth
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
Your creatures, who by you have been restor’d:
And not your knowledge, personal pain, but even
Your

open, hath built lord Cerimon Such strong renown as time shall never

purse, still

Enter Two Servants with a chest.

Serv. So; lift there.
Cer.

What is that?
Sero.

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 so, my

'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight;
If the sea's stomach be o'ercharg'd with gold,
It is a good constraint of fortune, that
It belches upon us.
2 Gent.

lord.
Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd !
Did the sea 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 here? a corse!

i Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state ; balm'd and en

treasur'd With bags of spices full ! A passport too! Apollo, perfect me i'the characters!

[Unfolds a scrolla Here I give to understand,

[Reads. (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 : 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.Worldly.

1

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 musick that we have, Cause it to sound, 'beseech you. The vial once more;-How thou stirrist, thou block? The musick there. I 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,

« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »