3.2.0.11198Enter Lord Cerimon with a servant [and another man in distress]. [Calling offstage] Philemon, ho!
Doth my lord call?
Get fire and meat for these poor men.
3.2.41203'T'as been a turbulent and stormy night.
I have been in many, but such a night as this,
[To servant] Your master will be dead ere you return.
3.2.81207There's nothing can be ministered to nature
3.2.91208That can recover him.
[To the other man, giving him a note.] Give this to the 'pothecary,
3.2.101209And tell me how it works.
[Exeunt both men.] Good morrow.
Good morrow to your lordship.
Gentlemen, why do you stir so early?
Sir,
3.2.15Our lodgings standing bleak upon the sea
3.2.18And all to topple.
1217Pure surprise and fear,
3.2.19Made me to quit the house.
That is the cause we trouble you so early,
'Tis not our husbandry! Oh, you say well!
But I much marvel that your lordship,
1222having
3.2.23Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
3.2.261224Nature should be so conversant with pain,
Being thereto not compelled. I hold it ever
3.2.28Virtue and cunning
1227were endowments greater
3.2.29Than nobleness and riches.
1228Careless heirs
3.2.30May the two latter darken and expend,
3.2.33Have studied physic,
1232through which secret art,
3.2.35Together with my practice, made familiar
3.2.37That dwells
1235in vegetives, in metals, stones;
3.2.39That nature works, and of her cures,
1237which doth give me
3.2.40A more content in course of true delight
3.2.411238Than to be thirsty after tottering honor,
To please the fool, and death. Your honor has
3.2.44Through Ephesus
1242poured forth your charity,
3.2.45And hundreds call themselves
1243your creatures who
3.2.46By you have been restored.
1244And not your knowledge,
3.2.47Your personal pain,
1245but even your purse still open
3.2.48Hath built Lord Cerimon
1246such strong renown
So, lift there!
So, lift there! What's that?
So, lift there! What's that? Sir, even now
3.2.51Did the sea toss up upon our shore
1251this chest;
'Tis of some wreck. Set't down. Let's look upon't.
'Tis like a coffin, sir.
'Tis like a coffin, sir. Whate'er it be,
3.2.54 'Tis wondrous heavy.
1255[To servants] Wrench it open straight! 3.2.54.1[The servants begin work on the chest.] 3.2.551256[To the gentlemen] If the sea's stomach be o'er-charged with gold,
3.2.561257'Tis a good constraint of Fortune it belches upon us.
'Tis so, my lord.
'Tis so, my lord. How close 'tis caulked & bitumed!
I never saw so huge a billow sir,
3.2.60As tossed it upon shore.
As tossed it upon shore. Wrench it open.
3.2.61Soft! It smells most sweetly in my sense.
A delicate odour.
As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it!
3.2.641264O you most potent gods! What's here, a corpse?
Most strange!
Shrouded in cloth of state, balmed and entreasured
3.2.671267With full bags of spices! A passport too!
3.2.67.1[He takes a paper from the chest.] 3.2.68Apollo, perfect me
1268in the characters!
[He reads.] Here I give to understand,
3.2.771277If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart
3.2.781278That ever cracks for woe! This chanced tonight.
Most likely, sir.
Most likely, sir. Nay, certainly tonight,
3.2.801281For look how fresh she looks. They were too rough
3.2.81That threw her in the sea.
1282[To servants] Make a fire within.
3.2.82Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.
3.2.831283[To gentlemen] Death may usurp on nature many hours,
3.2.85The o'er-pressed spirits.
1285I heard of an Egyptian
3.2.87By good appliance recovered.
3.2.881288Well said, well said! The fire and cloths!
3.2.891289[To gentlemen] The rough and woeful music that we have,
3.2.90Cause it to sound, beseech you.
3.2.90.1[A gentleman withdraws to cue music.] 3.2.911290[To servant] The vial once more. How thou stir'st, thou block!
3.2.921291[Calls.] The music there!
[Music plays.] I pray you, give her air.
3.2.951294She hath not been entranced above five hours.
3.2.961295See how she 'gins to blow into life's flower again.
The heavens through you increase our wonder,
And sets up your fame for ever. She is alive.
3.2.100Heavenly jewels which Pericles hath lost,
3.2.103Doth appear,
1302to make the world twice rich. Live,
3.2.104And make us weep
1303to hear your fate, fair creature,
Rare as you seem to be. O dear Diana!
3.2.106Where am I? Where's my lord?
1306What world is this?
Is not this strange?
1 Gentleman
Is not this strange? Most rare!
Is not this strange? Most rare! Hush, my gentle neighbors.
3.2.108Lend me your hands.
1309To the next chamber bear her.
3.2.109[To servants] Get linen.
1310Now this matter must be looked to,