Page 187 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

PHILEMON

Doth my lord call?

CERIMON
Get fire and meat for these poor men.
’T’as been a turbulent and stormy night.

FIRST SERVANT
I have been in many, but such a night as this [5]

Till now I ne’er endured.

CERIMON

Your master will be dead ere you return.
There’s nothing can be ministered to nature
That can recover him. (To Second Servant) Give this to the pothecary.
And tell me how it works.

Exeunt Servants.

Enter two Gentlemen.

FIRST GENTLEMAN
Good morrow. [10]

SECOND GENTLEMAN
Good morrow to your lordship.

CERIMON
Gentlemen,
Why do you stir so early?

FIRST GENTLEMAN
Sir,

Our lodgings, standing break upon the sea,
Shook as the earth did quake.
The very principals did seem to rend [15]

And all to topple. Pure surprise and fear
Made me to quit the house.