ACT III. Enter GOWER. Gower. Now sleep yslaked 1 hath the rout; Vith your fine fancies quaintly eche.2 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. Gower. By many a dearn 1 and painful perch, Of Pericles the careful search, By the four opposing coignes,3 Which the world together joins, Is made, with all due diligence, That horse, and sail, and high expense, Can stead the quest. At last from Tyre (Fame answering the most strong inquire, To the court of king Simonides : Are letters brought; the tenor these:- The crown of Tyre, but he will none : Come not home in twice six moons, He, obedient to their dooms, Will take the crown. The sum of this, Brought hither to Pentapolis, Y-ravished the regions round, And every one with claps 'gan sound, 'Our heir apparent is a king: Who dream'd, who thought of such a thing? 1 Lonely. A perch is a measure of five yards and a half 3 Corners. 4 Assist the search. Brief, he must hence depart to Tyre: So Which might not what by me is told. This stage, the ship, upon whose deck The sea-toss'd Pericles appears to speak. [Exit. 1 Disposition. 2 An exclamation equivalent to Welladay. * I shall not. SCENE I. Enter PERICLES, on a ship at sea. Per. Thou God of this great vast,1 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 deafening, Thy dreadful thunders; gently quench thy nimble, Sulphureous flashes!-O, how, Lychorida, How does my queen? Thou storm, thou! venomously Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle Divinest patroness, and midwife, gentle Enter LYCHORIDA, with an Infant. Lych. Here is a thing Too young for such a place; who, if it had Take in your arms this piece of your dead queen. This wide expanse. 2 Thought. Per. How, how, Lychorida? Lych. 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 Use honor with you.1 Lych. Patience, good sir, Even for this charge. Per. Now, mild may be thy life! For a more blusterous birth had never babe: Quiet and gentle thy conditions! For thou 'rt the rudeliest welcomed to this world, As fire, air, water, earth, and heaven can make, Enter TWO SAILORS. 1 Sail. What courage, sir? God save you. 1 Contend with you in honor. 2 Than thy safe arrival at the port of life can counterbalance. |