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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 III / 2
  • Good morrow to your lordship.
  • Good morrow to your lordship.
  • First Gentleman. Good morrow.

    Second Gentleman. Good morrow to your lordship.

2 III / 2
  • That is the cause we trouble you so early;
    'Tis not our husbandry.
  • That is the cause we trouble you so early;
    'Tis not our husbandry.
  • 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.

3 III / 2
  • Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
    Your charity, and hundreds call...
  • Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
    Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
    Your creatures, who by you have been restored:
    And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
    Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
    Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.
  • 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.

    Second Gentleman. Your honour has through Ephesus pour'd forth
    Your charity, and hundreds call themselves
    Your creatures, who by you have been restored:
    And not your knowledge, your personal pain, but even
    Your purse, still open, hath built Lord Cerimon
    Such strong renown as time shall ne'er decay.

4 III / 2
  • 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
  • 'Tis like a coffin, sir.
  • Cerimon. Set 't down, let's look upon't.

    Second Gentleman. 'Tis like a coffin, sir.

5 III / 2
  • 'Tis so, my lord.
  • 'Tis so, my lord.
  • 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.

    Second Gentleman. 'Tis so, my lord.

6 III / 2
  • A delicate odour.
  • A delicate odour.
  • Cerimon. Wrench it open;
    Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.

    Second Gentleman. A delicate odour.

7 III / 2
  • Most likely, sir.
  • Most likely, sir.
  • 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.

    Second Gentleman. Most likely, sir.

8 III / 2
  • Is not this strange?
  • Is not this strange?
  • Thaisa. O dear Diana,
    Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?

    Second Gentleman. Is not this strange?

9 IV / 5
  • No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she
    being once gone.
  • No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she
    being once gone.
  • First Gentleman. Did you ever hear the like?

    Second Gentleman. No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she
    being once gone.

10 IV / 5
  • No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses:
    shall's go hear the vestals sin...
  • No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses:
    shall's go hear the vestals sing?
  • First Gentleman. But to have divinity preached there! did you ever
    dream of such a thing?

    Second Gentleman. No, no. Come, I am for no more bawdy-houses:
    shall's go hear the vestals sing?

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