By the four oppofing coignes, That horse, and fail, and high expence, Are letters brought; the tenour these : The crown of Tyre, but he will none: Come not, in twice fix moons, home, Will take the crown. The fum of this, Y-ravished the regions round, And every one with claps 'gan sound, Who dream'd, who thought of fuch a thing? Hath their keel cut; but fortune's mood Varies again the grizzled north : Difgorges fuch a tempeft forth, The The lady fhrieks, and, well-a-near! Doth fall in travail with her fear Conveniently the rest convey: Which might not what by me is told. This ftage, the fhip, upon whose deck [Exit. SCENE I. Enter PERICLES, on a ship at fea. Per. Thou God of this great vaft, 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 ftill thy deaf'ning, Divineft patronefs, and midwife, gentle Enter LYCHORIDA, with an infant. Lyc, Here is a thing D 4 Too Too young for fuch a place, who if it had Take in your arms this piece of your dead queen. Lyc. Patience, good fir; do not affift the storm. A little daughter: for the fake of it, Be manly, and take comfort. Per. Q you gods! Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, And fnatch them straight away? We, here below, Vie honour with yourselves. Lye. Even for this charge. Per. Patience, good fir, Now, mild may be thy life! For a more bluft'rous birth had never babe : Quiet and gentle thy conditions! For thou'rt the rudelieft welcom'd to this world, That e'er was prince's child. Happy what follows! As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, Enter two Sailors. Sail. What courage, fir? God fave you. 1 Sail, 1 Sail. Slack the bolins there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow and split thyself. 2 Sail. But fea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kifs the moon, I care not. 1 Sail. Sir, your queen muft overboard; the fea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the hip be clear'd of the dead. Per. That's your fuperftition. 1 Sail. Pardon us, fir; with us at sea it still hath been observed; and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her; for the muft over-board straight. Per. Be it as you think meet.—Most wretched queen! Lyc. Here the lies fir. Per. A terrible child-bed haft 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 Bid Neftor bring me spices, ink and paper, A prieftly farewell to her: fuddenly, woman. [Exit LYCHORIDA. 2 Sail. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk'à and bitumed ready. Per. I thank thee. Mariner, fay what coast is this? 2 Sail. We are near Tharfus. Per. Thither, gentle mariner, Alter thy course for Tyre. When can't thou reach it? 2 Sail, 2 Sail. By break of day, if the wind cease. Per. O make for Tharfus. There will I vifit Cleon, for the babe Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it At careful nurfing. Go thy ways, good mariner; [Exeunt, SCENE II. Ephefus. A Room in Cerimon's House. Enter CERIMON, a Servant, and some persons who have been Cer. Philemon, ho! Shipwrecked. Enter PHILEMON. Phil. Doth my lord call? Cer. Get fire and meat for thefe poor men; It has been a turbulent and ftormy night. Serv. I have been in many; but fuch a night as this, Till now, I ne'er endur'd. Cer. Your mafter will be dead ere you return; There's nothing can be minifter'd to nature, That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, [To PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHILEMON, Servant, and those who had been fbipwrecked. Enter tavo Gentlemen. 1 Gent. Good morrow, fir. 2 Gent, Good morrow to your lordship. Cer |