Cannot hold out to Tyrus: there I'll leave it [Exeunt. SCENE II. Ephesus. A Room in CERIMON's House. Enter CERIMON, a Servant, and some Persons who have been Shipwrecked. Cer. Philemon, ho! Enter PHILEMON. Phil. Doth my lord call"? Cer. Get fire and meat for these poor men: It has been a turbulent and stormy night. Serv. I have been in many; but such a night as this, Till now I ne'er endur'd. Cer. Your master will be dead ere you return: That can recover him. Give this to the 'pothecary, [TO PHILEMON. [Exeunt PHILEMON, Servant, and the rest. 7 Doth my LORD call?] In the novel founded upon " Pericles," as well as in Twine's version, which preceded the play, Cerimon, or the person answering to him, is called "" a Physician." 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. 2 Gent. That is the cause we trouble you so early; 'Tis not our husbandry. you say well. 1 Gent. But I much marvel that your lordship, having Rich tire about you, should at these early hours "Tis most strange, Nature should be so conversant with pain, Being thereto not compell'd. Cer. 8 I hold it ever, Virtue and cunning were endowments greater (Together with my practice) made familiar 2 Gent. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth ? Or tie my TREASURE up-] The old copies have pleasure; but no doubt a misprint, the compositor having caught the commencement of the word from the next line. Your charity, and hundreds call themselves Your creatures, who by you have been restor'❜d: Such strong renown as time shall never— Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest: "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. 2 Gent. "Tis so, my lord. Cer. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitum'd'. Did the sea cast it up? Serv. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, As toss'd it upon shore. Cer. Come, wrench it open. Soft, soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense. 2 Gent. A delicate odour. Cer. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it. O, you most potent gods! what's here? a corse? 1 Gent. Most strange! Cer. Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured With full bags of spices! A passport too: Apollo, perfect me i' the characters! [Unfolds a Scroll. 1 How close 'tis caulk'd and BITUM'D!] The old copies misprint "bitum'd,” which, from what has gone before, is evidently the true word, bottom'd. "Here I give to understand, [Reads. (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: If thou liv'st, Pericles, thou hast a heart That even cracks for woe!-This chanc'd to-night. 2 Gent. Most likely, sir. Cer. Nay, certainly to-night; For look, how fresh she looks.-They were too rough, That threw her in the sea. Make fire within: Death may usurp on nature many hours, Of an Egyptian, that had nine hours lien dead, Enter a Servant, with Boxes, Napkins, and Fire. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths.— The vial once more ;-how thou stirr'st, thou block !- Gentlemen, This queen will live: nature awakes a warm 2 Who was by good appliance recovered.] The words of the novel founded upon "Pericles" tend to show that this passage is corrupt, and that Cerimon means, that he has heard of an Egyptian who had the power of restoring those who had for nine hours lain in a state of apparent death. The words are :—“ I have read of some Egyptians, who after four hours' death (if a man may call it so) have raised impoverished bodies, like to this, unto their former health.” Perhaps, for “impoverished,” we ought to read imperished. The Egyptians were celebrated for their magical powers. Breath out of her3: she hath not been entranc'd 1 Gent. The heavens, Through you, increase our wonder, and set up Cer. She is alive! behold, Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels Begin to part their fringes of bright gold: Thai. O dear Diana! [She moves. Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this? 2 Gent. Is not this strange? 1 Gent. Cer. Most rare. Hush, 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 Esculapius guide us! [Exeunt, carrying THAISA away. 3 BREATH out of her!] Malone states that "the old copies read—a warmth breath out of her." This should seem to be a mistake: the text is simply, "nature awakes a warm breath out of her!" i. e. Cerimon perceives a warm breath come from her. Modern editors (some without the slightest notice, and all without the slightest necessity) alter the text of every old impression to “a warmth breathes out of her." They besides, in this part of the play, take most unwarrantable liberties with the versification, which is very irregular: no patching and mending can reduce it to strict ten-syllable measure, which probably it was never meant to be. |