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Pericles
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Scene 2
Ephesus. A room in Cerimon’s house.
Enter CERIMON, with a Servant, and some Persons who have been shipwrecked
CERIMONPhilemon, ho!
Enter PHILEMON
PHILEMONDoth my lord call?
CERIMONGet fire and meat for these poor men: ’T has been a turbulent and stormy night.
ServantI have been in many; but such a night as this, Till now, I ne’er endured.
CERIMONYour master will be dead ere you return; There’s nothing can be minister’d to nature That can recover him.
To PHILEMONGive this to the ’pothecary, And tell me how it works.
Exeunt all but CERIMON
Enter two Gentlemen
First GentlemanGood morrow.
Second GentlemanGood morrow to your lordship.
CERIMONGentlemen, Why do you stir so early?
First GentlemanSir, 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 GentlemanThat is the cause we trouble you so early; ’Tis not our husbandry.
CERIMONO, you say well.
First GentlemanBut 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 compell’d.
CERIMONI 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 practise, made familiar To me and to my aid the blest infusions That dwell in vegetives, in metals, stones; And I 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 honour, Or tie my treasure up in silken bags, To please the fool and death.
Second GentlemanYour honour 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 ne’er decay.
Enter two or three Servants with a chest
First ServantSo; lift there.
CERIMONWhat is that?
First ServantSir, even now Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest: ’Tis of some wreck.
CERIMONSet ’t down, let’s look upon’t.
Second Gentleman’Tis like a coffin, sir.
CERIMONWhate’er it be, ’Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight: If the sea’s stomach be o’ercharged with gold, ’Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.
Second Gentleman’Tis so, my lord.
CERIMONHow close ’tis caulk’d and bitumed! Did the sea cast it up?
First ServantI never saw so huge a billow, sir, As toss’d it upon shore.
CERIMONWrench it open; Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.
Second GentlemanA delicate odour.
CERIMONAs ever hit my nostril. So, up with it. O you most potent gods! what’s here? a corse!
First GentlemanMost strange!
CERIMONShrouded in cloth of state; balm’d and entreasured 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 drive 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 even cracks for woe! This chanced tonight.
Second GentlemanMost likely, sir.
CERIMONNay, certainly to-night; 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 ServantDeath 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.
Re-enter a Servant, with boxes, napkins, and fireWell said, well said; the fire and cloths. The rough and woeful music that we have, Cause it to sound, beseech you. The viol once more: how thou stirr’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 entranced Above five hours: see how she gins to blow Into life’s flower again!
First GentlemanThe heavens, Through you, increase our wonder and set up Your fame forever.
CERIMONShe 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 Do 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
THAISAO dear Diana, Where am I? Where’s my lord? What world is this?
Second GentlemanIs not this strange?
First GentlemanMost rare.
CERIMONHush, my gentle neighbours! 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!
Exeunt, carrying her away
Contents:
Chicago:
William Shakespeare, "Act 3, Scene 2," Pericles in Original Sources, accessed July 14, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=9QR2FG9PLKGJ591.
MLA:
Shakespeare, William. "Act 3, Scene 2." Pericles, in , Original Sources. 14 Jul. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=9QR2FG9PLKGJ591.
Harvard:
Shakespeare, W, 'Act 3, Scene 2' in Pericles. cited in , . Original Sources, retrieved 14 July 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=9QR2FG9PLKGJ591.
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