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I haue togeather with my practize, made famyliar,
To me and to my ayde, the blest 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 a more content in course of true delight
Then to be thirsty after tottering honour, or
Tie my pleasure vp in silken Bagges,
To please the Foole and Death.
To me and to my ayde, the blest 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 a more content in course of true delight
Then to be thirsty after tottering honour, or
Tie my pleasure vp in silken Bagges,
To please the Foole and Death.
2.Gent.Your honour has through Ephesus,
Poured foorth your charitie, and hundreds call themselues,
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.
Poured foorth your charitie, and hundreds call themselues,
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 Chist.
Seru.So, lift there.
Cer.What's that?
Seru.Sir, euen now did the sea tosse vp vpon our shore
This Chist; tis of some wracke.
This Chist; tis of some wracke.
Cer.Set'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 stomacke be orecharg'd with Gold,
T'is a good constraint of Fortune it belches vpon vs.
Wrench it open straight:
If the Seas stomacke 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 close tis caulkt & bottomed, did the sea cast it vp?
Ser.I neuer saw so huge a billow sir, as tossed it vpon shore.
Cer.Wrench it open soft; it smels most sweetly in my sense.
2.Gent.A delicate Odour.
Cer.As euer hit my nostrill: so, vp with it.
Oh you most potent Gods! what's here, a Corse?
Oh you most potent Gods! what's here, a Corse?
2.Gent.Most strange.
Cer.Shrowded in Cloth of state, balmed and entreasured with full bagges of Spices, a Pasport to Apollo, perfect mee in the Characters:
Heere
