Ephesus. A room in CERIMON's house.
Enter CERIMON, with a Servant, and some Persons who have been shipwrecked
CERIMON
Philemon, ho!
Enter PHILEMON
PHILEMON
Doth my lord call?
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.