CERIMON.
Get fire and meat for these poor men:
’T has been a turbulent and stormy night.
SERVANT.
I have been in many; but such a night as this,
Till now, I ne’er endured.
CERIMON.
Your master will be dead ere you return;
There’s nothing can be minister’d to nature
That can recover him. [To Philemon.] Give this to the ’pothecary,
And tell me how it works.
[Exeunt all but Cerimon.]
Enter two Gentlemen.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Good morrow.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
Good morrow to your lordship.
CERIMON.
Gentlemen, why do you stir so early?
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Sir, our lodgings, standing bleak upon the sea,
Shook as the earth did quake;
The very principals did seem to rend,
And all to topple: pure surprise and fear
Made me to quit the house.
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
That is the cause we trouble you so early;
’Tis not our husbandry.