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Ser. I never saw so huge a billow, sir,
As toss'd it upon shore.

Cer. 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. Oh you most potent gods! what's here? a corse !

i Gent. Most strange!

Cer. Shrowded in cloth of state !
Balm'd and entreasur'd with full bags of spices !
A passport too ! Apollo, perfect me
In the characters ? !

Here I give to understand, [He reads out of a
(If e'er this coffin drive a-land)

scrowl,
I king Pericles have lost
This queen, worth all our mundane cost 3.
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 liv'ft, Pericles, thou hast a heart
That even cracks for woes! This chanc'd to-night.

3

Apollo, perfect me In the characters! ] Cerimon, having made phyfick his peculiar study, would naturally, in any emergency, invoke Apollo. On the prefent occasion, however, he addresses him as the patron of learning. MALONE.

mundane cost :) i. e. worldly. MALONE. Who finds her, give her burying,

She suas the daughter of a king :) The author had, perhaps, the sacred writings in his thoughts : " Go see now this cursed woman and bury her; for she is a king's daughter." 2 Kings, ix. 36 MALONE.

thou has a heart
That even cracks for woe.] So in Hamlet: .

“ Now cracks a noble heart.” Even is the reading of the second quarto. The first has ever.

MALON8.

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2 Gent. Most likely, fir.

Cer. Nay, 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. Death may usurp on nature many hours, And yet the fire of life kindle again The o'er-prest spirits. I have heard of an Egyptian that had nine hours lien dead', Who was by good appliance recovered.

Enter a Servant with napkins and fire. Well said, well said ; the fire and the cloths.The rough and woeful musick that we have, Cause it to sound, 'befeech you ?. The vial once more ; -How thou stir'it, thou

block? The musick there.-I pray you give her air ;

Gentle

They were too rough] I suspect the author wrote--They were too rajo- MALONE.

nine bours lien dead,] So in the lxviiith Psalm :
though ye
have lien among the pots" -

STEEVENS.
The rough and woeful mufick that we bave,

Cause it to found, 'befrech you.] Paulina in like manner in the Winter's Tale, when the pretends to bring Hermione to life, orders musick to be played, to awake her from her trance. .MALONE,

The vial once more; -how thou jtir'ff, thou block :

The mufick tbere ] The first quarto reads,-the viol once more, The second and the subsequent editions--the vial, If the first be right, Cerimon muit be supposed to repeat his orders that they should again found their rough and woeful mufick, So iņ Tavelfth Night:

" That sirain again!" The word viol has occurred before in this play in the sense of violin, I think, however, the reading of the second quarto is right. Cerimon, in order to revive the queen, first commands Joud mufick to be played, and then a second time adminitters some cordial to her, which we may suppose had been before ad, ministered to her when his servants entered with the napkins, &c. See Conf. Amant, 180;

TYRE. Gentlemen, this queen will live : Nature awakes; A warmth breathes out of her"; fhe hath not been Entranc'd above five hours. See how she 'gins To blow into life's flower again!

i Gent. The heavens,
Through you, encrease our wonder, and set up
Your fame for ever.

Cer. She is alive; behold,
Her eye-lids, cases to those heavenly jewels!
Which Pericles hath lost,
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold";

this worthie kinges wife
* Honeftlie thei token oute,
“ And maden fyres all aboute;
66 Thei leied hir on a couche fofte,
“ And with a shete warmed ofte
" Hir colde brelte began to heate,
6 Hir herte also to facke and beate,
s6 This mailler hath hir every joynte
" With certein oyle and ballam anoynte,
" And put a licour in bir mouthe.

" Whiche is to few clerkes couthe." Little weight is to be laid on the spelling of the first quarto.-In the quarto edition of K. Richard II. 1815, viol is printed for :

" Edward's feven sons, whereof thyself art one,

" Were seven viols of his facred blood.” Again, in the folio, 1623,. ibid :

“ One viol full of Edward's facred blood.” Again, in The tragical History of Romeus and Juliet, 1562: " She poured forth into the vyoll of the fryer

MALONE. 9 Nature awakes a warmth breath out of ber;] Thus the quarto, 1609. Read :

Nature awakes; A warmth breathes out of her. STEEVENS. The second quarto and the modern editions read, unintelligibly, Nature awakes a warm breath out of her. MALONE.

cafes to those heavenly jewels] The fame expression occurs in the Winter's Tale:

they seem'd almoft, with faring on one another, to tear tbe cases of their eyes.” Malone.

Begin to part their fringes of bright gold;] So in the Tempeft: * The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, “ And Tay what thou see't yond ?” MALONE. G

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The diamonds of a most praised water
Do appear, to make the world twice rich. O live,
And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,
Rare as you seem to be!

[She moves. Thai. O dear Diana, Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is

this 3 ?
2 Gent. Is not this strange?
i Gent. Most rare,

Cer. Hush, my gentle neighbours ;
Lend me your hands : to the next chamber bear her,
Get linen; now this matter inust be look'd to,
For her relapse is mortal. Come, come, come,
And Esculapius guide us !

[Exeunt, carrying her away,

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Tharsus. A room in Cleon's houfe. Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, Lychorida, and Marina,

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone; My twelve months are expir’d, and Tyrus stands In a litigious peace. You and your lady Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods Make up the rest upon you ! Cle. Your shakes of fortune, though they haunt you

mortally Yęt glance full wond'ringly on us,

Dion, 3 What world is this?] So in the Conf. Amant, :

• And first hir eien up The' caste,
" And whan she more of strength caught,
• Hir armes both forth Nie straughte,
“ Helde up hir honde and pitouslie
“ She spake, and faid, where am I?
" Where is my lorde? What worlde is this?
6 As she that wote not howe it is." MALONE.

though they haunt you mortally,] Thus the first quarto. The folios and the modern editions read hate. Malone,

lour

Could I rage

Dion. O your sweet queen ! That the strict fates had pleas'd you had brought her

hither,
To have bieft mine eves with her!

Per. We cannot but
Obey the powers above us. Could I
And roar as doth the sea fhe lies in, yet
The end must be as 'tis. My gentle babe,
Marina, (whom, for she was born at sea,
I have nam’d so here) I charge your charity
Withal, leaving her the infant of your care;
Beseeching you to give her princely training,
That she may be manner'd as she is born.

Cle. Fear not, my lord ; but think, Your grace", that fed my country with your corn, (For which the people's prayers still fall upon you)

Your shakes of fortune, though they haunt you mortally,

Yet glance full wond'ringly on us.) I think we should read : Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt (or hunt or hit) you

mortally, Yet glance full wandringly, &c. Thus Tully in one of his Familiar Epifles 66 omnibus telis fortuna propofita fit vita noltra.” Again, Shakspeare in his Othello:

The Mhor of accident or dart of chance _" Again, in Hamlet:

“ The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.. Again, in the Merry Wives of Windsor : " I am glad, though you have ta'en a special ftand to strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced.

The sense of the passage should seem to be as follow's.- All the malice of fortune is not confined to yourself. Though her arrows frike deeply at you, yet wandering from their mark, they fometimes glance on us; as at present, when the uncertain state of Tyre deprives us of your company at Tharsus. STLEVENS.

Fear not my lord, but think,

Your grace, --) Such is the reading of the ancient copies. I believe, Shakspeare wrote,

Fear not, my lord, but that

Your grace, &c. However, as the passage is intelligible, I have made no change.

Malone.

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