Page 157 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

And hid intent to murder him,
And that in Tarsus was not best [25]
Longer for him to make his rest.
He, doing so, put forth to seas,

Where, when men been, there’s seldom ease;
For now the wind begins to blow;
Thunder above and deeps below [30]
Makes such unquiet that the ship

Should house him safe is wracked and split,
And he, good prince, having all lost,
By waves from coast to coast is tossed.
All perishen of man, of pelf, [35]

Ne aught escapend but himself;
Till Fortune, tired with doing bad,
Threw him ashore, to give him glad.
And here he comes. What shall be next,

Pardon old Gower − this longs the text. [40]
Exit.

Scene I IT

Enter Pericles, wet.

PERICLES

Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!
Wind, rain, and thunder, remember earthly man
Is but a substance that must yield to you,
And I, as fits my nature, do obey you.

Alas, the seas hath cast me on the rocks, [5]
Washed me from shore to shore, and left my breath
Nothing to think on but ensuing death.
Let it suffice the greatness of your powers

To have bereft a prince of all his fortunes;
And having thrown him from your watery grave [10]
Here to have death in peace is all he’ll crave.

Enter three Fishermen.