Speeches (Lines) for Cerimon in "Pericles, Prince of Tyre"

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1 III / 2
  • Philemon, ho!
  • Philemon, ho!
  • Pericles. O, 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.

    Cerimon. Philemon, ho!

2 III / 2
  • Get fire and meat for these poor men:
    'T has been a turbulent and stormy nig...
  • Get fire and meat for these poor men:
    'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.
  • Philemon. Doth my lord call?

    Cerimon. Get fire and meat for these poor men:
    'T has been a turbulent and stormy night.

3 III / 2
  • Your master will be dead ere you return;
    There's nothing can be minister'd t...
  • Your master will be dead ere you return;
    There's nothing can be minister'd to nature
    That can recover him.
    [To PHILEMON]
    Give this to the 'pothecary,
    And tell me how it works.
  • 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 minister'd to nature
    That can recover him.
    [To PHILEMON]
    Give this to the 'pothecary,
    And tell me how it works.

4 III / 2
  • Gentlemen,
    Why do you stir so early?
  • Gentlemen,
    Why do you stir so early?
  • Second Gentleman. Good morrow to your lordship.

    Cerimon. Gentlemen,
    Why do you stir so early?

5 III / 2
  • O, you say well.
  • O, you say well.
  • Second Gentleman. That is the cause we trouble you so early;
    'Tis not our husbandry.

    Cerimon. O, you say well.

6 III / 2
  • I hold it ever,
    Virtue and cunning were endowments greater
    Than noblenes...
  • 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 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.
  • 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 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.

7 III / 2
  • What is that?
  • What is that?
  • First Servant. So; lift there.

    Cerimon. What is that?

8 III / 2
  • Set 't down, let's look upon't.
  • Set 't down, let's look upon't.
  • First Servant. Sir, even now
    Did the sea toss upon our shore this chest:
    'Tis of some wreck.

    Cerimon. Set 't down, let's look upon't.

9 III / 2
  • Whate'er it be,
    'Tis wondrous heavy. Wrench it open straight:
    If the sea...
  • Whate'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 like a coffin, sir.

    Cerimon. Whate'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.

10 III / 2
  • How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
    Did the sea cast it up?
  • How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
    Did the sea cast it up?
  • Second Gentleman. 'Tis so, my lord.

    Cerimon. How close 'tis caulk'd and bitumed!
    Did the sea cast it up?

11 III / 2
  • Wrench it open;
    Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.
  • Wrench it open;
    Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.
  • 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.

12 III / 2
  • As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
    O you most potent gods! what's here?...
  • As ever hit my nostril. So, up with it.
    O you most potent gods! what's here? a corse!
  • 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!

13 III / 2
  • Shrouded in cloth of state; balm'd and entreasured
    With full bags of spices!...
  • Shrouded 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.
  • First Gentleman. Most strange!

    Cerimon. Shrouded 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.

14 III / 2
  • Nay, certainly to-night;
    For look how fresh she looks! They were too rough <...
  • 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.
    [Exit a Servant]
    Death 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 fire]
    Well 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!
  • Second Gentleman. Most likely, sir.

    Cerimon. 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.
    [Exit a Servant]
    Death 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 fire]
    Well 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!

15 III / 2
  • She is alive; behold,
    Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
    Which...
  • She 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.
  • First Gentleman. The heavens,
    Through you, increase our wonder and set up
    Your fame forever.

    Cerimon. She 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.

16 III / 2
  • Hush, my gentle neighbours!
    Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her...
  • Hush, 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!
  • First Gentleman. Most rare.

    Cerimon. Hush, 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!

17 III / 4
  • Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
    Lay with you in your coffer: wh...
  • Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
    Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
    At your command. Know you the character?
  • Pericles. I will embrace
    Your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears,
    Lychorida, no tears:
    Look to your little mistress, on whose grace
    You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord.

    Cerimon. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
    Lay with you in your coffer: which are now
    At your command. Know you the character?

18 III / 4
  • Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,
    Diana's temple is not distant far, <...
  • Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,
    Diana's temple is not distant far,
    Where you may abide till your date expire.
    Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
    Shall there attend you.
  • Thaisa. It is my lord's.
    That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
    Even on my eaning time; but whether there
    Deliver'd, by the holy gods,
    I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles,
    My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,
    A vestal livery will I take me to,
    And never more have joy.

    Cerimon. Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,
    Diana's temple is not distant far,
    Where you may abide till your date expire.
    Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
    Shall there attend you.

19 V / 3
  • Noble sir,
    If you have told Diana's altar true,
    This is your wife.
  • Noble sir,
    If you have told Diana's altar true,
    This is your wife.
  • Pericles. What means the nun? she dies! help, gentlemen!

    Cerimon. Noble sir,
    If you have told Diana's altar true,
    This is your wife.

20 V / 3
  • Upon this coast, I warrant you.
  • Upon this coast, I warrant you.
  • Pericles. Reverend appearer, no;
    I threw her overboard with these very arms.

    Cerimon. Upon this coast, I warrant you.

21 V / 3
  • Look to the lady; O, she's but o'erjoy'd.
    Early in blustering morn this lady...
  • Look to the lady; O, she's but o'erjoy'd.
    Early in blustering morn this lady was
    Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,
    Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed her
    Here in Diana's temple.
  • Pericles. 'Tis most certain.

    Cerimon. Look to the lady; O, she's but o'erjoy'd.
    Early in blustering morn this lady was
    Thrown upon this shore. I oped the coffin,
    Found there rich jewels; recover'd her, and placed her
    Here in Diana's temple.

22 V / 3
  • Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
    Whither I invite you. Look...
  • Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
    Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is recovered.
  • Pericles. May we see them?

    Cerimon. Great sir, they shall be brought you to my house,
    Whither I invite you. Look, Thaisa is recovered.

23 V / 3
  • I will, my lord.
    Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
    Where shall...
  • I will, my lord.
    Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
    Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
    How she came placed here in the temple;
    No needful thing omitted.
  • Pericles. Reverend sir,
    The gods can have no mortal officer
    More like a god than you. Will you deliver
    How this dead queen re-lives?

    Cerimon. I will, my lord.
    Beseech you, first go with me to my house,
    Where shall be shown you all was found with her;
    How she came placed here in the temple;
    No needful thing omitted.

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