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

First Gentleman. Good morrow.

Second Gentleman. Good morrow to your lordship.

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. 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.

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'ercharged with gold,
'Tis a good constraint of fortune it belches upon us.

Second Gentleman. 'Tis so, my lord.

Cerimon. Wrench it open;
Soft! it smells most sweetly in my sense.

Second Gentleman. A delicate odour.

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.

Thaisa. O dear Diana,
Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is this?

Second Gentleman. Is not this strange?

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.

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?