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Act III, Scene 1
1Enter Pericles, on shipboard.
2PericlesThou 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 deafening, 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!
3Enter Lychorida, with an Infant.
4Now, Lychorida!
5LychoridaHere 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.
6PericlesHow, how, Lychorida!
7LychoridaPatience, 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.
8PericlesO 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.
9LychoridaPatience, good sir,
Even for this charge.
10PericlesNow, mild may be thy life!
For a more blustrous 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!
11Enter two Sailors.
12First SailorWhat courage, sir? God save you!
13PericlesCourage 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 sea-farer,
I would it would be quiet.
14First SailorSlack the bolins there! Thou wilt not, wilt thou? Blow, and split thyself.
15Second SailorBut sea-room, an the brine and cloudy billow kiss the moon, I care not.
16First SailorSir, your queen must overboard: the sea works high, the wind is loud, and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead.
17PericlesThat’s your superstition.
18First SailorPardon us, sir; with us at sea it hath been still observed: and we are strong in custom. Therefore briefly yield her; for she must overboard straight.
19PericlesAs you think meet. Most wretched queen!
20LychoridaHere she lies, sir.
21PericlesA terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear;
No light, no fire: the 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 e’er-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.
22Second SailorSir, we have a chest beneath the hatches, caulked and bitumed ready.
23PericlesI thank thee. Mariner, say what coast is this?
24Second SailorWe are near Tarsus.
25PericlesThither, gentle mariner.
Alter thy course for Tyre. When canst thou reach it?
26Second SailorBy break of day, if the wind cease.
27PericlesO, make for Tarsus!
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.