Act III, Scene 1
On a ship at sea.
- Enter Pericles a-shipboard.
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- The 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, dreadful thunders, gently quench
- Thy nimble, sulfurous flashes!—O, how, Lychorida!
- How does my queen?—Thou storm, venomously
- Wilt thou spet all thyself? The seaman’s whistle
- Is as a whisper in the ears of death,
- Unheard.—Lychorida!—Lucina, O!
- Divinest patroness, and midwife gentle
- To those that cry by night, convey thy Deity
- Aboard our dancing boat, make swift the pangs
- Of my queen’s travails!—Now, Lychorida!
- Enter Lychorida with an infant.
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- Here is a thing too young for such a place,
- Who, if it had conceit, would die, as I
- Am like to do. Take in your arms this piece
- Of your dead queen.
- How? How, Lychorida?
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- 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.
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- 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
- Use honor with you.
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- Patience, good sir,
- Even for this charge.
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- Now, mild may be thy life!
- For a more blusterous birth had never babe.
- Quiet and gentle thy conditions! For
- Thou art the rudeliest welcome to this world
- That ever was prince’s child. Happy what follows!
- Thou hast as chiding a nativity
- As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make
- To herald thee from the womb. Even at the first
- Thy loss is more than can thy portage quit
- With all thou canst find here. Now the good gods
- Throw their best eyes upon’t!
- Enter two Sailors.
- What courage, sir? God save you!
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- Courage enough. I do not fear the flaw,
- 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.
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- Slack the bolins there!—Thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and
- split thyself.
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- But sea-room, and the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon,
- I care not.
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- Sir, your queen must overboard. The sea works high, the wind
- is loud, and will not lie till the ship be clear’d of the
- That’s your superstition.
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- Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been still observ’d,
- and we are strong in custom; therefore briefly yield ’er,
- for she must overboard straight.
- As you think meet. Most wretched queen!
- Here she lies, sir.
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- A terrible child-bed hast thou had, my dear,
- No light, no fire. Th’ unfriendly elements
- Forgot thee utterly, nor have I time
- To give thee hallow’d to thy grave, but straight
- Must cast thee, scarcely coffin’d, in the ooze,
- Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
- The e’er-remaining lamps, the belching whale
- And humming water must o’erwhelm thy corpse,
- Lying with simple shells. O Lychorida,
- Bid Nestor bring me spices, ink and paper,
- My casket and my jewels; and bid Nicander
- Bring me the satin coffin. Lay the babe
- Upon the pillow. Hie thee, whiles I say
- A priestly farewell to her. Suddenly, woman.
- Exit Lychorida.
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- Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulk’d and
- bitum’d ready.
- I thank thee. Mariner, say, what coast is this?
- We are near Tharsus.
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- Thither, gentle mariner,
- Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?
- By break of day, if the wind cease.
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- O, make for Tharsus!
- There will I visit Cleon, for the babe
- Cannot hold out to Tyrus. There I’ll leave it
- At careful nursing. Go thy ways, good mariner,
- I’ll bring the body presently.