Act 3, Scene 2
Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's house.
- [Enter Cerimon, with a Servant, and some Persons who have been shipwrecked.]
- Cerimon
- 1168 Philemon, ho!
- [Enter Philemon.]
- Philemon
- 1169 Doth my lord call?
- Cerimon
- 1170 Get fire and meat for these poor men:
- 1171 'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.
- Servant
- 1172 I have been in many; but such a night as this,
- 1173 Till now, I ne'er endured.
- Cerimon
- 1174 Your master will be dead ere you return;
- 1175 There's nothing can be minister'd to nature
- 1176 That can recover him.
- [To Philemon.]
- Cerimon
- 1177 Give this to the 'pothecary,
- 1178 And tell me how it works.
- [Exeunt all but Cerimon.]
- [Enter two Gentlemen.]
- First Gentleman
- 1179 Good morrow.
- Second Gentleman
- 1180 Good morrow to your lordship.
- Cerimon
- 1181 Gentlemen,
- 1182 Why do you stir so early?
- First Gentleman
- 1183 Sir,
- 1184 Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
- 1185 Shook as the earth did quake;
- 1186 The very principals did seem to rend,
- 1187 And all-to topple: pure surprise and fear
- 1188 Made me to quit the house.
- Second Gentleman
- 1189 That is the cause we trouble you so early;
- 1190 'Tis not our husbandry.
- Cerimon
- 1191 O, you say well.
- First Gentleman
- 1192 But I much marvel that your lordship, having
- 1193 Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
- 1194 Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
- 1195 'Tis most strange,
- 1196 Nature should be so conversant with pain.
- 1197 Being thereto not compell'd.
- Cerimon
- 1198 I hold it ever,
- 1199 Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
- 1200 Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
- 1201 May the two latter darken and expend;
- 1202 But immortality attends the former,
- 1203 Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
- 1204 Have studied physic, through which secret art,
- 1205 By turning o'er authorities, I have,
- 1206 Together with my practice, made familiar
- 1207 To me and to my aid the blest infusions
- 1208 That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
- 1209 And I can speak of the disturbances
- 1210 That nature works, and of her cures; which doth give me
- 1211 A more content in course of true delight
- 1212 Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
- 1213 Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
- 1214 To please the fool and death.
- Second Gentleman
- 1215 Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
- 1216 Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
- 1217 Your creatures, who by you have been restored:
- 1218 And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
- 1219 Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
- 1220 Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.
- [Enter two or three Servants with a chest.]
- First Servant
- 1221 So; lift there.
- Cerimon
- 1222 What is that?
- First Servant
- 1223 Sir, even now
- 1224 Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:
- 1225 'Tis of some wreck.
- Cerimon
- 1226 Set 't down, let's look upon 't.
- Second Gentleman
- 1227 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
- Cerimon
- 1228 Whate'er it be,
- 1229 'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:
- 1230 If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold,
- 1231 'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.
- Second Gentleman
- 1232 'Tis so, my lord.
- Cerimon
- 1233 How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
- 1234 Did the sea cast it up?
- First Servant
- 1235 I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
- 1236 As toss'd it upon shore.
- Cerimon
- 1237 Wrench it open;
- 1238 Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.
- Second Gentleman
- 1239 A delicate odour.
- Cerimon
- 1240 As ever hit my nostril. So up with it.
- 1241 O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse!
- First Gentleman
- 1242 Most strange!
- Cerimon
- 1243 Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured
- 1244 With full bags of spices! A passport too!
- 1245 Apollo, perfect me in the characters!
- [Reads from a scroll.]
- Cerimon
- 1246 'Here I give to understand,
- 1247 If e'er this coffin drive a-land,
- 1248 I, King Pericles, have lost
- 1249 This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
- 1250 Who her, give her burying;
- 1251 She was the daughter of a king:
- 1252 Besides this treasure for a fee,
- 1253 The gods requite his charity!'
- 1254 If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart
- 1255 That even cracks for woe! This chanced tonight.
- Second Gentleman
- 1256 Most likely, sir.
- Cerimon
- 1257 Nay, certainly to-night;
- 1258 For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough
- 1259 That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within
- 1260 Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.
- [Exit a Servant.]
- Cerimon
- 1261 Death may usurp on nature many hours,
- 1262 And yet the fire of life kindle again
- 1263 The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
- 1264 That had nine hours lien dead,
- 1265 Who was by good appliance recovered.
- [Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire.]
- Cerimon
- 1266 Well said, well said; the fire and cloths.
- 1267 The rough and woeful music that we have,
- 1268 Cause it to sound, beseech you
- 1269 The viol once more: how thou stirr'st, thou block!
- 1270 The music there! — I pray you, give her air.
- 1271 Gentlemen,
- 1272 This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth
- 1273 Breathes out of her: she hath not been entranced
- 1274 Above five hours: see how she gins to blow
- 1275 Into life's flower again!
- First Gentleman
- 1276 The heavens,
- 1277 Through you, increase our wonder and set up
- 1278 Your fame for ever.
- Cerimon
- 1279 She is alive; behold,
- 1280 Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
- 1281 Which Pericles hath lost,
- 1282 Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
- 1283 The diamonds of a most praised water
- 1284 Do appear, to make the world twice rich.
- 1285 Live,
- 1286 And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
- 1287 Rare as you seem to be.
- [She moves.]
- Thaisa
- 1288 O dear Diana,
- 1289 Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?
- Second Gentleman
- 1290 Is not this strange?
- First Gentleman
- 1291 Most rare.
- Cerimon
- 1292 Hush, my gentle neighbours!
- 1293 Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her.
- 1294 Get linen: now this matter must be look'd to,
- 1295 For her, relapse is mortal. Come, come;
- 1296 And AEsculapius guide us!
- [Exeunt, carrying her away.]