1    Philemon, ho!

2    Doth my lord call?

3    Get fire and meat for these poor men:
4    'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.

5    I have been in many; but such a night as this,
6    Till now, I ne'er endured.

7    Your master will be dead ere you return;
8    There's nothing can be minister'd to nature
9    That can recover him.
To PHILEMON
10   Give this to the 'pothecary,
11   And tell me how it works.

12   Good morrow.

13   Good morrow to your lordship.

14   Gentlemen,
15   Why do you stir so early?

16   Sir,
17   Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
18   Shook as the earth did quake;
19   The very principals did seem to rend,
20   And all-to topple: pure surprise and fear
21   Made me to quit the house.

22   That is the cause we trouble you so early;
23   'Tis not our husbandry.

24   O, you say well.

25   But I much marvel that your lordship, having
26   Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
27   Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
28   'Tis most strange,
29   Nature should be so conversant with pain,
30   Being thereto not compell'd.

31   I hold it ever,
32   Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
33   Than nobleness and riches: careless heirs
34   May the two latter darken and expend;
35   But immortality attends the former.
36   Making a man a god. 'Tis known, I ever
37   Have studied physic, through which secret art,
38   By turning o'er authorities, I have,
39   Together with my practise, made familiar
40   To me and to my aid the blest infusions
41   That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones;
42   And I can speak of the disturbances
43   That nature works, and of her cures; which doth give me
44   A more content in course of true delight
45   Than to be thirsty after tottering honour,
46   Or tie my treasure up in silken bags,
47   To please the fool and death.

48   Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
49   Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
50   Your creatures, who by you have been restored:
51   And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
52   Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
53   Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.

54   So; lift there.

55   What is that?

56   Sir, even now
57   Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:
58   'Tis of some wreck.

59   Set 't down, let's look upon't.

60   'Tis like a coffin, sir.

61   Whate'er it be,
62   'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:
63   If the sea's stomach be o'ercharged with gold,
64   'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.

65   'Tis so, my lord.

66   How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
67   Did the sea cast it up?

68   I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
69   As toss'd it upon shore.

70   Wrench it open;
71   Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.

72   A delicate odour.

73   As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
74   O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse!

75   Most strange!

76   Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured
77   With full bags of spices! A passport too!
78   Apollo, perfect me in the characters!
Reads from a scroll
79   'Here I give to understand,
80   If e'er this coffin drive a-land,
81   I, King Pericles, have lost
82   This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
83   Who finds her, give her burying;
84   She was the daughter of a king:
85   Besides this treasure for a fee,
86   The gods requite his charity!'
87   If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart
88   That even cracks for woe! This chanced tonight.

89   Most likely, sir.

90   Nay, certainly to-night;
91   For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough
92   That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within:
93   Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.
Exit a Servant
94   Death may usurp on nature many hours,
95   And yet the fire of life kindle again
96   The o'erpress'd spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
97   That had nine hours lien dead,
98   Who was by good appliance recovered.
Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fire
99   Well said, well said; the fire and cloths.
100  The rough and woeful music that we have,
101  Cause it to sound, beseech you.
102  The viol once more: how thou stirr'st, thou block!
103  The music there!--I pray you, give her air.
104  Gentlemen.
105  This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth
106  Breathes out of her: she hath not been entranced
107  Above five hours: see how she gins to blow
108  Into life's flower again!

109  The heavens,
110  Through you, increase our wonder and set up
111  Your fame forever.

112  She is alive; behold,
113  Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
114  Which Pericles hath lost,
115  Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;
116  The diamonds of a most praised water
117  Do appear, to make the world twice rich. Live,
118  And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
119  Rare as you seem to be.

120  O dear Diana,
121  Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?

122  Is not this strange?

123  Most rare.

124  Hush, my gentle neighbours!
125  Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her.
126  Get linen: now this matter must be look'd to,
127  For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;
128  And AEsculapius guide us!