Page 189 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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By you have been restored. And not your knowledge,
               Your personal pain, but even your purse, still open, [45]
               Hath built Lord Cerimon such strong renown
               As time shall never −



                                           Enter two or three with a chest.


              FIRST SERVANT

               So, lift there!



              CERIMON
                               What’s that?



              FIRST SERVANT
                               Sir, even now
               Did the sea toss up upon our shore this chest.
               ’Tis of some wreck.



              CERIMON
                               Set’t down, let’s look upon’t. [50]




              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
                               How close ’tis caulked and bitumed! [55]
               Did the sea cast it up?
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