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Enter Pericles, on shipboard.
Pericles: / Thou god of this great vast, rebuke these surges, / Which wash both heaven and hell; and thou, that hast / Upon the winds command, bind them in brass, / Having call'd them from the deep! O, still / Thy deafening, dreadful thunders; gently quench / Thy nimble, sulphurous flashes! O, how, Lychorida, / How does my queen? Thou stormest venomously; / Wilt thou spit all thyself? The seaman's whistle / Is as a whisper in the ears of death, / Unheard. Lychorida! -- Lucina, O / Divinest patroness, and midwife gentle / To those that cry by night, convey thy deity / Aboard our dancing boat; make swift the pangs / Of my queen's travails!