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- # III. ii. 1—33
## Overview
This is a section of the play *Pericles, Prince of Tyre*, specifically lines 1-33 of Act III, Scene ii. It is part of the [Pericles](arke:01KG6S4DVCD2PVSZ8Y9W4E8T6A) chapter within a larger collection of texts. This section was extracted on January 30, 2026, as part of a PDF workflow.
## Context
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## Contents
This section contains dialogue between Cerimon and two Gentlemen. Cerimon speaks of his knowledge of nature and medicine, expressing contentment with his true delight rather than seeking honor or wealth. The Gentlemen praise Cerimon's charity and renown. The scene then shifts to the discovery of a chest washed ashore, which is revealed to contain a corpse. The text includes stage directions such as "Enter two or three with a Chift" and descriptions of the chest's contents, including cloth of state, spices, and a "Pafport to Apollo". The final line of the section is "Heure".
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# The Play of
I have togeather with my practice, made famylar,
To me and to my ayde, the bless infusions that dwels
In Vegetiues, in Mettals, Stones: and can speake of the
Disturbances that Nature works, and of her cures;
which doth giue me amore content in course of true delight
Then to be thirsty after tottering honour, or
Tie my pleasure vp in filken Bagges,
To please the Foole and Death.
2. Gent. Your honour has through Epheius,
Poured fourth your charitie, and hundreds call themselves,
Your Creatures; who by you, haue been restored;
And not your knowledge, your personall payne,
But euen your Purse still open, hath built Lord Cerimon,
Such strong renowne, as time shall neuer.
# Enter two or three with a Chift.
Seru. So, lift there.
Cer. What’s that?
Ser. Sir, euen now did the sea tofse vp vpon our shore
This Chift; tis of some wracke.
Cer. Ser’t downe, let’s looke vpon’t.
2. Gent. T’is like a Coffin, sir.
Cer. What ere it be, t’is woondrous heauie;
Wrench it open straight:
If the Seas ftomacke be orecharg’d with Gold,
T’is a good constraint of Fortune it belches vpon vs.
2. Gent. T’is so, my Lord.
Cer. How clofe tis caulkt & bottomed, did the sea caff it vp?
Ser. I neuer saw so huge a billow sir, as toft it vpon shore.
Cer. Wrench it open soft; it smells moft sweetly in my sense.
2. Gent. A delicate Odour.
Cer. As euer hit my noftrill: so, vp with it.
Oh you moft potent Gods! what’s here, a Corfe?
2. Gent. Moft strange.
Cer. Shrowded in Cloth of flate, balmed and entreafured
with full bagges of Spices, a Pafport to Apollo, perfect mee
in the Characters:
Heure
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