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- # Pericles Prince of Tyre, Act III, Scene ii, Lines 33-67
## Overview
This section, labeled "III. ii. 33—67," contains lines 33 through 67 from Act III, Scene ii of William Shakespeare's play *Pericles, Prince of Tyre*. It is a segment of a larger text extracted from a file named `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt`.
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This section is part of the play *Pericles*, which is included within a collection titled "PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53." The text was extracted from a larger file that likely contains multiple works or sections. This specific segment follows "III. ii. 1—33" and precedes "III. ii. 68—106," indicating its sequential placement within the play's structure.
## Contents
This section of *Pericles, Prince of Tyre* details the immediate aftermath of the discovery of a seemingly dead woman, who is later revealed to be alive. Characters, including Pericles and his attendants, react to the situation. There is discussion about the possibility of reviving the woman, referencing a similar case from Egypt. The scene involves preparations for her care, including bringing her into a chamber, providing warmth, and the use of music. The dialogue highlights the wonder and relief of the characters as the woman shows signs of life, with her eyes opening and her breathing returning. The section concludes with the woman awakening and questioning her surroundings and her lord.
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# Pericles Prince of Tyre.
Heere I give to understand,
If ere this Ceffin draws aland;
I King Pericles bane loft
This Queene worth all our mundane coft:
Who finds her, give her burying,
She was the Daughter of a King:
Befidm, this Treasure for a fee,
The Gods requst his charitse.
If thou liueft Pericle, thou haft a heart,
That euer cracks for woe, this chaunc'd to night.
2. Gen. Moft likely fir.
Or. Nay certainly to night, for looke how freth she looks
They were too rough, that threw her in the sea.
Make a Fire within; fetch hither all my Boxes in my Clofet,
Death may vfurpe on Nature many howers, and yet
The fire of life kindle againe the ore-preft spirits:
I heard of an Egepean that had 9. howers lien dead,
Who was by good applyaunce recouered.
Enter one with Naphyns and Fire.
Well fayd, well fayd; the fire and clothes: the rough and
Wofull Musick that we haue, cause it to found befeech you:
The Violl once more; how thou fhrs'st thou blocke?
The Musicke there: I pray you give her ayre:
Gentlemen, this Queene will liue,
Nature awakes a warmth breath out of her;
She hath not been entranc'st above fiue howers:
See how she ginnes to blow into lifes flower againe.
1. Gen. The Heauens, through you, encrease our wonder,
And fets vp your fame for eues.
Cer. She is aliue, behold her ey. lids,
Cafes to thofe heauenly iewels which Pericle hath loft,
Begin to part their fringes of bright gold,
The Diamonds of a moft prayfed water doth appeare,
To make the world twife rich, liue, and make vs weepe.
To heare your fate, faire creature, rare as you feeme to bee.
Shoe m. nes.
Thai. O deare Diana, where am I? where's my Lord?
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- III. ii. 33—67