Made louder by the o'er-fed breast Dumb show. Enter PERICLES and SIMONIDES at one door, with Attendants; a Messenger meets them, kneels, and gives PERICLES a letter. PERICLES shows it to SIMONIDES; the Lords kneel to the former. Then enter THAISA with child, and LYCHORIDA. SIMONIDES shows his daughter the letter; she rejoices: she and PERICLES take leave of her father, and depart. Then SIMONIDES, &c. retire. Gow. By many a dearn" and painful perch That horse, and sail, and high expence, • Eke out. 7 Lonely. 8 A measure. 9 Corners. To the court of king Simonides Are letters brought; the tenour these: The crown of Tyre, but he will none: Come not, in twice six moons, home, He obedient to their doom, Will take the crown. The sum of this, Brought hither to Pentapolis, Y-ravished the regions round, And every one with claps 'gan sound, Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing? That, as a duck for life that dives, So 2 Disposition. 3 An exclamation equivalent to well-a-day. And what ensues in this fell storm, Which might not what by me is told. This stage, the ship, upon whose deck SCENE I. Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea. [Exit. Per. Thou God of this great vast, 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 still thy deaf 'ning, Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nimble, Sulphureous flashes!-O how, Lychorida, How does my queen ?-Thou storm, thou! venomously 6 Wilt thou spit all thyself?-The seaman's whistle Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle I shall not. 5 This wide expanse. 6 Maliciously. Enter LYCHORIDA, with an infant. Lyc. Here is a thing Too young for such a place, who if it had queen. Lyc. Patience, good sir; do not assist the storm. Here's all that is left living of your queen,— A little daughter; for the sake of it, Be manly, and take comfort. Per. O you gods! Why do you make us love your goodly gifts, And snatch them straight away? We, here below, Recall not what we give, and therein may Vie honour with yourselves. Lyc. Even for this charge. Per. Patience, good sir, Now, mild may be thy life! For a more blust'rous birth had never babe : Quiet and gentle thy conditions! For thou'rt the rudeliest welcom'd to this world, That e'er was prince's child. Happy what follows! As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, I Thought. 9 Contend with you in honour. As noisy a one. 2 Than thy entrance into life can requite. Enter two Sailors. 1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you. Per. Courage enough: I do not fear the flaw;3 It hath done to me the worst. Yet, for the love Of this poor infant, this fresh-new sea-farer, I would, it would be quiet. 1 Sail. Slack the bolins 4 there; thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself. 2 Sail. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not. 1 Sail. Sir, your queen must overboard; the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead. Per. That's your superstition. 1 Sail. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it still hath been observed; and we are strong in earnest. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight. Per. Be it as you think meet.-Most wretched queen! Lyc. Here she lies, sir. Per. A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear, To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight 5 And aye-remaining lamps, the belching whale, 3 Blast. 4 Bowlines, ropes of the sails. 5 Ever-burning. |