Note 70.Page 265.
"Here I give to understand,
(If e'er this coffin drive a-land,)
I, king Pericles, have lost
This queen, worth all our mundane cost,
Who finds her, give her burying,
She was the daughter of a king:
Besides this treasure for a fee,
The gods requite his charity!" Shakspeare.
Note 71.Page 267.
"Enter a Servant with boxes, napkins, and fire.
"Cer. Well said, well said; the fire and the cloths—
The rough and woeful music that we have,
Cause it to sound, 'beseech you,
The vial once more:—How thou stirr'st, thou block?—
The music there.—I pray you give her air:—
Gentlemen,
This queen will live: nature awakes; a warmth
Breathes out of her; she hath not been entranc'd
Above five hours. See, how she 'gins to blow
Into life's flower again!"Ib.
