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Lychorida, her nurse, she takes,
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
Hath their keel cut: but fortune's mood
Varies again; the grizzled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth
That, as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives.
The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near,
Does fall in travail with her fear;
And what ensues in this fell storm
Shall for itself itself perform.
I nill relate, action may
Conveniently the rest convey;
Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination hold
This stage the ship, upon whose deck
The sea-toss'd Pericles appears to speak. Exit
SCENE 1.
Enter PERICLES, a-shipboard
PERICLES. Thou 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 sulphurous flashes!-O, how, Lychorida,
How does my queen?-Thou stormest venomously;
Wilt thou spit 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!
Enter LYCHORIDA, with an INFANT
Now, Lychorida!
LYCHORIDA. 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.
PERICLES. How, how, Lychorida?
LYCHORIDA. 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.
PERICLES. 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 honour with you.
LYCHORIDA. Patience, good sir, even for this charge.
PERICLES. 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
FIRST SAILOR. What courage, sir? God save you!
PERICLES. 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 seafarer,
I would it would be quiet.
FIRST SAILOR. Slack the bolins there.-Thou wilt not, wilt
thou? Blow, and split thyself.
SECOND SAILOR. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy
billow kiss the moon, I care not.
FIRST SAILOR. 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 dead.
PERICLES. That's your superstition.
FIRST SAILOR. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been still
observed, and we are strong in custom. Therefore briefly
yield 'er; for she must overboard straight.
PERICLES. As you think meet. Most wretched queen!
LYCHORIDA. Here she lies, sir.
PERICLES. A terrible childbed 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,
And aye-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 coffer. Lay the babe
Upon the pillow. Hie thee, whiles I say
A priestly farewell to her. Suddenly, woman.
Exit LYCHORIDA
SECOND SAILOR. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches,
caulk'd and bitumed ready.
PERICLES. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this?
SECOND SAILOR. We are near Tharsus.
PERICLES. Thither, gentle mariner,
Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?
SECOND SAILOR. By break of day, if the wind cease.
PERICLES. 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. Exeunt
SCENE 2.
Ephesus. CERIMON'S house
Enter CERIMON, with a SERVANT, and
some persons who have been shipwrecked
CERIMON. Philemon, ho!
Enter PHILEMON
PHILEMON. Doth my lord call?
CERIMON. Get fire and meat for these poor men.
'T 'as been a turbulent and stormy night.
SERVANT. I have been in many; but such a night as this,
Till now, I ne'er endured.
CERIMON. Your master will be dead ere you return;
There's nothing can be minist'red to nature
That can recover him. [TO PHILEMON] Give this to the
'pothecary,
And tell me how it works. Exeunt all but CERIMON
Enter two GENTLEMEN
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Good morrow.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Good morrow to your lordship.
CERIMON. Gentlemen, why do you stir so early?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Sir,
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. That is the cause we trouble you so
early;
'Tis not our husbandry.
CERIMON. O, you say well.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 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 compell'd.
CERIMON. 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 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 GENTLEMAN. Your honour has through Ephesus
pour'd forth
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd:
And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
Such strong renown as time shall never raze.
Enter two or three servants with a chest
FIRST SERVANT. So, lift there.
CERIMON. What's that?
FIRST SERVANT. Sir, even now did the sea toss up upon our
shore this chest. 'Tis of some wreck.
CERIMON. Set't down, let's look upon't.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
CERIMON. Whate'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. 'Tis so, my lord.
CERIMON. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
Did the sea cast it up?
FIRST SERVANT. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, as toss'd it
upon shore.
CERIMON. Wrench it open. Soft! It smells most sweetly in
my sense.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. A delicate odour.
CERIMON. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
O you most potent gods! What's here? A corse!
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Most strange!
CERIMON. 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,
And so to sea. Their vessel shakes
On Neptune's billow; half the flood
Hath their keel cut: but fortune's mood
Varies again; the grizzled north
Disgorges such a tempest forth
That, as a duck for life that dives,
So up and down the poor ship drives.
The lady shrieks, and, well-a-near,
Does fall in travail with her fear;
And what ensues in this fell storm
Shall for itself itself perform.
I nill relate, action may
Conveniently the rest convey;
Which might not what by me is told.
In your imagination hold
This stage the ship, upon whose deck
The sea-toss'd Pericles appears to speak. Exit
SCENE 1.
Enter PERICLES, a-shipboard
PERICLES. Thou 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 sulphurous flashes!-O, how, Lychorida,
How does my queen?-Thou stormest venomously;
Wilt thou spit 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!
Enter LYCHORIDA, with an INFANT
Now, Lychorida!
LYCHORIDA. 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.
PERICLES. How, how, Lychorida?
LYCHORIDA. 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.
PERICLES. 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 honour with you.
LYCHORIDA. Patience, good sir, even for this charge.
PERICLES. 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
FIRST SAILOR. What courage, sir? God save you!
PERICLES. 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 seafarer,
I would it would be quiet.
FIRST SAILOR. Slack the bolins there.-Thou wilt not, wilt
thou? Blow, and split thyself.
SECOND SAILOR. But sea-room, an the brine and cloudy
billow kiss the moon, I care not.
FIRST SAILOR. 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 dead.
PERICLES. That's your superstition.
FIRST SAILOR. Pardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been still
observed, and we are strong in custom. Therefore briefly
yield 'er; for she must overboard straight.
PERICLES. As you think meet. Most wretched queen!
LYCHORIDA. Here she lies, sir.
PERICLES. A terrible childbed 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,
And aye-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 coffer. Lay the babe
Upon the pillow. Hie thee, whiles I say
A priestly farewell to her. Suddenly, woman.
Exit LYCHORIDA
SECOND SAILOR. Sir, we have a chest beneath the hatches,
caulk'd and bitumed ready.
PERICLES. I thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this?
SECOND SAILOR. We are near Tharsus.
PERICLES. Thither, gentle mariner,
Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?
SECOND SAILOR. By break of day, if the wind cease.
PERICLES. 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. Exeunt
SCENE 2.
Ephesus. CERIMON'S house
Enter CERIMON, with a SERVANT, and
some persons who have been shipwrecked
CERIMON. Philemon, ho!
Enter PHILEMON
PHILEMON. Doth my lord call?
CERIMON. Get fire and meat for these poor men.
'T 'as been a turbulent and stormy night.
SERVANT. I have been in many; but such a night as this,
Till now, I ne'er endured.
CERIMON. Your master will be dead ere you return;
There's nothing can be minist'red to nature
That can recover him. [TO PHILEMON] Give this to the
'pothecary,
And tell me how it works. Exeunt all but CERIMON
Enter two GENTLEMEN
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Good morrow.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. Good morrow to your lordship.
CERIMON. Gentlemen, why do you stir so early?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Sir,
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. That is the cause we trouble you so
early;
'Tis not our husbandry.
CERIMON. O, you say well.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 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 compell'd.
CERIMON. 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 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 GENTLEMAN. Your honour has through Ephesus
pour'd forth
Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
Your creatures, who by you have been restor'd:
And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
Such strong renown as time shall never raze.
Enter two or three servants with a chest
FIRST SERVANT. So, lift there.
CERIMON. What's that?
FIRST SERVANT. Sir, even now did the sea toss up upon our
shore this chest. 'Tis of some wreck.
CERIMON. Set't down, let's look upon't.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
CERIMON. Whate'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. 'Tis so, my lord.
CERIMON. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
Did the sea cast it up?
FIRST SERVANT. I never saw so huge a billow, sir, as toss'd it
upon shore.
CERIMON. Wrench it open. Soft! It smells most sweetly in
my sense.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. A delicate odour.
CERIMON. As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
O you most potent gods! What's here? A corse!
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Most strange!
CERIMON. 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,
- vessel [´vesəl]
n.容器；船；脉管 (初中英语单词) - relate [ri´leit] v.阐明；使联系；涉及 (初中英语单词)
- imagination [i,mædʒi´neiʃən] n.想象(力) (初中英语单词)
- dreadful [´dredful] a.可怕的；讨厌的 (初中英语单词)
- gently [´dʒentli] ad.温和地；静静地 (初中英语单词)
- whisper [´wispə] v.耳语 n.低语；沙沙声 (初中英语单词)
- convey [kən´vei] vt.运送；传达；转让 (初中英语单词)
- patience [´peiʃəns] n.忍耐(力)；耐心；坚韧 (初中英语单词)
- assist [ə´sist] v.协助；援助；搀扶 (初中英语单词)
- snatch [snætʃ] v.&n.抢，夺取，抓住 (初中英语单词)
- welcome [´welkəm] a.受欢迎的；可喜的 (初中英语单词)
- infant [´infənt] n.&a.婴(幼)儿 (初中英语单词)
- pardon [´pɑ:dən] n.&vt.原谅；饶恕；赦免 (初中英语单词)
- therefore [´ðeəfɔ:] ad.&conj.因此；所以 (初中英语单词)
- wretched [´retʃid] a.可怜的；倒霉的 (初中英语单词)
- monument [´mɔnjumənt] n.纪念碑；古迹 (初中英语单词)
- farewell [feə´wel] int.再见 n.&a.告别 (初中英语单词)
- thither [´ðiðə] ad.到那里 a.那边的 (初中英语单词)
- presently [´prezəntli] ad.不久；目前 (初中英语单词)
- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- marvel [´mɑ:vəl] n.令人惊异的事；奇迹 (初中英语单词)
- slumber [´slʌmbə] v.&n.睡眠；沉睡状态 (初中英语单词)
- cunning [´kʌniŋ] a.&n.狡猾(诡诈)的 (初中英语单词)
- riches [´ritʃiz] n.房地产；丰富 (初中英语单词)
- careless [´keəlis] a.粗心的；草率的 (初中英语单词)
- stomach [´stʌmək] n.胃；胃口，食欲 (初中英语单词)
- delicate [´delikət] a.精美的；微妙的 (初中英语单词)
- passport [´pɑ:spɔ:t] n.护照；通行证；执照 (初中英语单词)
- apollo [ə´pɔləu] n.阿波罗 (初中英语单词)
- tempest [´tempist] n.暴风雨 (高中英语单词)
- rebuke [ri´bju:k] vt.&n.指责；训斥 (高中英语单词)
- conceit [kən´si:t] n.自负；骄傲自满 (高中英语单词)
- goodly [´gudli] a.适意的；漂亮的 (高中英语单词)
- therein [ðeə´rin] ad.在那里，在其中 (高中英语单词)
- herald [´herəld] n.先驱；预兆 vt.预示 (高中英语单词)
- mariner [´mærinə] n.海员；水手 (高中英语单词)
- darken [´dɑ:kən] v.变黑，转暗 (高中英语单词)
- studied [´stʌdid] a.故意的；有计划的 (高中英语单词)
- silken [´silkən] a.丝制的；柔软光滑的 (高中英语单词)
- charity [´tʃæriti] n.施舍；慈悲；博爱 (高中英语单词)
- renown [ri´naun] n.名望 vt.使有名望 (高中英语单词)
- coffin [´kɔfin] n.棺材，柩 (高中英语单词)
- sweetly [´swi:tli] ad.甜蜜地；美妙地 (高中英语单词)
- nostril [´nɔstril] n.鼻孔 (高中英语单词)
- billow [´biləu] n.巨浪 v.(使)翻腾 (英语四级单词)
- nimble [´nimbəl] a.敏捷的；聪明的 (英语四级单词)
- overboard [´əuvəbɔ:d] ad.向船外；到水中 (英语四级单词)
- casket [´kɑ:skit] n.(精美)匣子；首饰盒 (英语四级单词)
- turbulent [´tə:bjulənt] a.狂暴的；骚乱的 (英语四级单词)
- morrow [´mɔrəu] n.翌日 (英语四级单词)
- immortality [,imɔ:´tæliti] n.不死，不朽，永生，来生 (英语四级单词)
- wondrous [´wʌndrəs] a.极好的 ad.惊人地 (英语四级单词)
- wrench [rentʃ] n.&vt.拧；急拉；猛推 (英语四级单词)
- potent [´pəutənt] a.有(势)力的；烈性的 (英语四级单词)
- coffer [´kɔfə] n.保险箱；资产 (英语六级单词)
- thereto [ðeə´tu:] ad.到那里；另外 (英语六级单词)
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