Act III, Scene 2
Ephesus. A room in Cerimon’s house.
- Enter Lord Cerimon with an Ephesan Servant and another Man,
- both storm-beaten.
- Philemon, ho!
- Enter Philemon.
- Doth my lord call?
Cerimon3 - 4
- Get fire and meat for these poor men.
- Exit Philemon.
- ’T ’as been a turbulent and stormy night.
Ephesan Servant5 - 6
- I have been in many; but such a night as this
- Till now I ne’er endured.
Cerimon7 - 11
- Your master will be dead ere you return,
- There’s nothing can be minist’red to nature
- That can recover him.
- To the other Man.
- Give this to the pothecary,
- And tell me how it works.
- Exeunt Ephesan Servant and other Man.
- Enter two Gentlemen.
First Gentleman of Ephesus12
- Good morrow.
Second Gentleman of Ephesus13
- Good morrow to your lordship.
Cerimon14 - 15
- Why do you stir so early?
First Gentleman of Ephesus16 - 21
- Our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
- Shook as the earth did quake;
- The very principals did seem to rend,
- And all to topple. Pure surprise and fear
- Made me to quit the house.
Second Gentleman of Ephesus22 - 23
- That is the cause we trouble you so early,
- ’Tis not our husbandry.
- O, you say well.
First Gentleman of Ephesus25 - 30
- But I much marvel that your lordship, having
- Rich tire about you, should at these early hours
- Shake off the golden slumber of repose.
- ’Tis most strange
- Nature should be so conversant with pain,
- Being thereto not compelled.
Cerimon31 - 47
- I hold it ever
- Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
- Than nobleness and riches. Careless heirs
- May the two latter darken and expend;
- But immortality attends the former,
- Making a man a god. ’Tis known, I ever
- Have studied physic; through which secret art,
- By turning o’er authorities, I have,
- Together with my practice, made familiar
- To me and to my aid the blest infusions
- That dwells in vegetives, in metals, stones;
- And can speak of the disturbances
- That nature works, and of her cures; which doth give me
- A more content in course of true delight
- Than to be thirsty after tottering honor,
- Or tie my pleasure up in silken bags,
- To please the fool and death.
Second Gentleman of Ephesus48 - 53
- Your honor has through Ephesus pour’d forth
- Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
- Your creatures, who by you have been restored;
- And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
- Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
- Such strong renown as time shall never—
- Enter two or three of Cerimon’s Servants with a chest.
Cerimon’s First Servant54
- So, lift there.
- What’s that?
Cerimon’s First Servant56 - 58
- Sir, even now
- Did the sea toss up upon our shore this chest.
- ’Tis of some wrack.
- Set’t down, let’s look upon’t.
Second Gentleman of Ephesus60
- ’Tis like a coffin, sir.
Cerimon61 - 64
- What e’er it be,
- ’Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight.
- If the sea’s stomach be o’ercharg’d with gold,
- ’Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.
Second Gentleman of Ephesus65
- ’Tis so, my lord.
Cerimon66 - 67
- How close ’tis caulk’d and bitum’d!
- Did the sea cast it up?
Cerimon’s First Servant68 - 69
- I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
- As toss’d it upon shore.
Cerimon70 - 71
- Wrench it open.
- Soft! It smells most sweetly in my sense.
Second Gentleman of Ephesus72
- A delicate odor.
Cerimon73 - 74
- As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
- O you most potent gods! What’s here? A corse?
Second Gentleman of Ephesus75
- Most strange.
Cerimon76 - 88
- Shrouded in cloth of state, balm’d and entreasur’d
- With full bags of spices! A passport too!
- Apollo, perfect me in the characters!
- Reads from a scroll.
- “Here I give to understand,
- If e’er this coffin drives a-land,
- I, King Pericles, have lost
- This queen, worth all our mundane cost.
- Who finds her, give her burying,
- She was the daughter of a king.
- Besides this treasure for a fee,
- The gods requite his charity!”
- If thou livest, Pericles, thou hast a heart
- That ever cracks for woe! This chanc’d tonight.
Second Gentleman of Ephesus89
- Most likely, sir.
Cerimon90 - 107
- Nay, certainly tonight,
- For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough
- That threw her in the sea. Make a fire within.
- Fetch hither all my boxes in my closet.
- Exit a Servant.
- Death may usurp on nature many hours,
- And yet the fire of life kindle again
- The o’erpress’d spirits. I heard of an Egyptian
- That had nine hours lien dead,
- Who was by good appliance recovered.
- Enter one with boxes, napkins, and fire.
- Well said, well said. The fire and cloths.
- The rough and woeful music that we have,
- Cause it to sound, beseech you.
- The vial once more. How thou stir’st, thou block!
- The music there! I pray you give her air.
- Gentlemen, this queen will live. Nature awakes,
- A warmth breathes out of her. She hath not been
- Entranc’d above five hours. See how she gins
- To blow into life’s flower again!
First Gentleman of Ephesus108 - 110
- The heavens,
- Through you, increase our wonder, and sets up
- Your fame forever.
Cerimon111 - 118
- She is alive; behold
- Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
- Which Pericles hath lost, begin to part
- Their fringes of bright gold. The diamonds
- Of a most praised water doth appear,
- To make the world twice rich. Live, and make
- Us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
- Rare as you seem to be.
- She moves.
Thaisa119 - 120
- O dear Diana,
- Where am I? Where’s my lord? What world is this?
Second Gentleman of Ephesus121
- Is not this strange?
First Gentleman of Ephesus122
- Most rare.
Cerimon123 - 127
- Hush, my gentle neighbors!
- Lend me your hands. To the next chamber bear her.
- Get linen. Now this matter must be look’d to,
- For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;
- And Aesculapius guide us!
- They carry her away. Exeunt omnes.